#stormlight fanfiction

[nevertheless-moving]

continution of stormlight au 14, where kaladin keeps it together just a little longer:

Adolin: Storms! So both you and bridgeboy have been radiants—

Kaladin: surgebinders.

Adolin: surgebinders, this whole time? Unbelievable! Anyone else here secretly a surgebinder?

Renarin:

Shallan: I— your cousin. Jasnah. She didn't have a soulcaster. She was one.

Kaladin: Wait. I thought you said she died.

Shallan: Radiants can be killed! She had a sword through her chest!

Kaladin: I mean...I haven't tested that out specifically. But I've been shot a lot. And I was basically flayed alive. Teft nursed me back to life with a few diamond chips.

Adolin: Hah! The assassin did get you with a shardblade, didn't he? And you healed from it!

Navani: I knew it. She's impossible to kill.

Shallan: I— but I sank the boat. Oh stormfather...

Kaladin: I can also survive without breathing a while. 20 minutes easily. haven't timed my limits.

Adolin:

Shallan:

Shallan: I — wait, did you say you were flayed alive? What? Why?

Kaladin: It's — it's how the whole stormblessed title happened. Got strung up in a highstorm.

Adolin: Huh. At this point I was wondering if you got the title talking to the stormfather himself, ha!

Kaladin:

Adolin: ....Bridgeboy?

Kaladin: It. I mean during highstorms sometimes...

Adolin: I swear if you say you thought it was a hallucination I'm throwing you as far as I can. And I'm wearing plate right now.

Kaladin: It— it can't have been real.

Adolin: I'll do it bridgeboy. I know you can take it.

Kaladin: Fine. Anyway. That's how I got the stormblessed name. Sadeas ordered me outside, left upside down in a highstorm. Not fun, but I lived.

Shallan: So... she really could be alive...

Adolin: My captain of the guard, my bethrothed, and my cousin! Ha! Renarin, you'd tell me if you were a radiant — I mean a surgebinder, right?

Renarin:

Adolin: Renarin?

Renarin:

Adolin: Renarin...I...but why wouldn't you tell me?

Renarin (crying): I thought I was going mad. I was seeing things, I could hear screaming from my shardblade...

Kaladin: I hear that too!

Shallan: There's...something wrong with most shardblades.

Renarin: I thought it was...

Adolin (gripping Renarin's shoulder): Brother.

Adolin: I don't think hallucinations are real.

#my au #stormlight archive #stormlight fanfiction #stormlight au #Yeah I think after all this adolins just convinced that there's no such things as hallucinations #Hears about madman raving that he's a herald and is like DAD THATS OBVIOUSLY A REAL HERALD #I mean he's right but #Gets super concerned about death rattles and the family is like um that be too far #until taravangean reveal #Honestly as a reader theres no textual evidence for psychotic delusions that AREN'T in some way related to cognitive realm or God stuff #stormlight au no 14 #cosmere #nevertheless cosmere

[stormywitcher]

heyyyyy so I’m writing a little Shakalodin hurt/comfort/fluff fic if you wanna read it :)

Summary:

Kaladin mentally and physically overdoes it, ends up running extremely low on Stormlight and on the brink of collapsing.

He goes to Adolin and Shallan’s rooms for help, but can’t help his thoughts from turning dark and the wretch from taking over. A story of my fave polyamorous throuple caring for, tending to and looking after dear Kaladin when he won’t take care of himself.

(This takes place sometime after RoW, but honestly this is self indulgent whump/hurt/comfort/soft gentle fluff for my own pleasure so who cares when it happens?)

#stormlight archive #stormlight #stormlight fanfiction #stormlight archive fanfiction #kaladin stormblessed #Kaladin fanfic #shallan davar #shallan kholin #adolin kholin #adolin/shallan #shakalodin #shakalodin fanfic #polyamourous #polyamoury #shallan/Kaladin #adolin/Kaladin #shallan x adolin #Kaladin x shallan #adolin x Kaladin #shallan/adolin #shallan fanfiction #Kaladin fanfiction #adolin fanfiction

[just-another-t-word-blog]

Stormlight Archive tickle headcannons!!!

⚠️⚠���⚠️SPOILER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️

IF YOU ARE NOT COMPLETELY CAUGHT UP, THERE MAY BE SPOILERS FOR STORMLIGHT 1-4 AND EACH NOVELLA

You have been warned 😊

Kaladin-

Switch through and through, he’s a cheeky ler and a very fun lee.

Always had a fondness for tickling but it became much stronger during his time with Bridge 4.

He likes to use it as minor “punishment” for inconveniences or someone just being difficult. The whole time he’s tearing someone to pieces he will act stern, scolding them for what they did, but unable to hide his mischievous smile.

In training, if someone needs to loosen up or correct their form, he isn’t opposed to using ticklish touches to guide. Or use as a strategic sparing advantage.

On the receiving end, he likes to act tough and hold back, but he can’t for very long.

He’s a thrasher, rolling around on the ground and flailing limbs, if not securely wrapping his arms around himself.

Happy, soft laugh, full of wheezes and giggles. After becoming a radiant, his blue eyes almost seem to glow from that laughter alone.

Bridge 4 can dish it as well as they can take it. They’ve held him down and got their captain good a few times, some taken aback by the happy squeals coming from the normally reserved man.

His worst spots include his sides, ribs, stomach, hips, and knees.

Adolin-

A ler-leaning switch, he loves to tease and will chase down his lee. The hunt is part of the fun.

He’s the kind of ler that makes sure there’s a safeword in place so he doesn’t go too far. He gets lost in the play and wants to make sure his victims are having fun too.

In the time before he met Shallan, Renarin was his usual target, but he occasionally used it briefly as a flirtation tactic with the many women he had tried to impress. Nowadays, Shallan gets most of that mischievous fury, Renarin getting his share when he needs it, and when Adolin is feeling particularly brave he may go after Kaladin (flying away is unfair and cheating, btw).

How he acts as a lee entirely depends on who you are.

With Renarin and Shallan, he resists the instinct to fight back. He’ll lay back, covering his face with his hands to hide his blush and let them win.

With Kaladin, the fight is on. They both fight to win, and after awhile they know each others worst spots.

He laughs loud and proud, not holding back. According to some, his cackling can be heard from across the war camp. He never runs out of breath but he can get teary-eyed.

The man is ticklish all over, he has no worst spot; he IS the worst spot.

Renarin-

Lee. You can’t argue with me.

He will only let certain people touch him though, usually Adolin is the only one allowed to get that close.

Tickling helps him calm down when he’s anxious and makes him feel loved. He has a hard time asking for it though.

His laugh is light and nervous sounding, filled with titters and wheezes. He usually tries to hold back his reactions but his squirming gives him away.

His spots vary depending on how he’s doing mentally. Sometimes it’s easier to get him to break and other times he’s so closed off and nervous he doesn’t feel ticklish at all. Usually when he’s susceptible his sides, ribs, and tummy are all hot spots. Don’t go after his legs or feet unless you want to get kicked in the face.

Shallan-

Lee-leaning switch.

Growing up with brothers, though the situations in the home rarely had room for usual sibling activities, she had been tickle tortured on several occasions when they felt she needed to lighten up. Or if she ever landed a particularly clever quip.

In her time with Jasnah, she was left with a craving for it brought on by fond memories.

When she met Adolin, however, she got the chance to experience this again. He found out about her sensitivity relatively early in their courtship and uses it to his advantage as much as he can get away with.

Unfortunately for Adolin, growing up with brothers meant she knew how to fight back.

Her teasing is nearly as unbearable as the tickling itself. She twists around the words in her victims pleading, comments on their reactions, and makes sure they can’t talk their way out of it without ending up flustered and confused.

She is extremely efficient in just using her free hand. Being an artist has its perks, Especially when it comes to dexterity.

She has a joyful laugh, laced with snorts and giggles. She pleads and begs and tries to hurl insults at her ler but can’t get the words out properly.

Dalinar-

Occasional ler.

Usually not one for playful affection, but has a soft spot when it comes to his boys or Navani.

He doesn’t have a mind for teases, but his hands, tough and hardened from years as a warrior, can be surprisingly gentle.

Navani-

Occasional switch.

Also not one for playful affection, but not against an occasional teasing pinch or prod with someone she knows well.

Has been subjected to Dalinars rare burst of playful energy.

She laughs like a queen would, reserved and steady. He hasn’t gotten anything riotous out of her yet but he will someday.

Hoid-

Ler.

Not ticklish, and don’t ever let him find out if you are.

He will make you regret getting up that day.

Thousands of years of life means thousands of years of practice. He is very very good at tickling and his teasing is twice as lethal.

If you fancy being able to breathe, stay out of his way.

In all seriousness though, he loves making people laugh and will not go after someone who doesn’t like it. He tickles and teases those who need it most, for mood boost reasons or for punishment reasons.

Master at evil grins.

Elokhar-

Solid switch.

He doesn’t get a lot of time for this.

He usually tries to goad people into it by being a brat. Unfortunately that can be considered normal behavior so not a lot of people catch on.

Once he tried to instigate by giving Hoid a few pokes, he was promptly shown his wits incredible skill.

He’s a rather silly ler, all smiles, and he teases in a way that makes a lee giddy and riled up rather than embarrassed.

His laugh is boisterous, accented with guffaws and gasps.

Rock-

Ler-leaning switch, and a fun one too.

Due to his size and strength, he is incredibly useful for holding down squirmy lees and giving them what they deserve.

His favorite attack is to envelope someone in a bone-crushing hug and tickle their backs and ribs when they can’t move. His heart swells when he hears their laughter, he can’t help but smile.

His occasional move is to hug someone from behind with one arm and use the other to attack. It’s useful when his target only has a few spots, but they can squirm a lot more. He’s not opposed to sitting them both on the ground and holding down their legs by crossing his own over theirs.

He has a hard time teasing since he laughs along with his victims.

As a lee, good luck holding him down.

He does his best to not flail so he doesn’t hurt anyone but sometimes he can’t help it.

It takes anywhere between 3-6 and a Lopen to get him. At least two to sit on each set of limbs and 1-3 and a Lopen more to tickle.

His laugh is loud and raucous, booming and happy. He pleads, but more so out of concern that he may throw his ler(s) off or hurt them with his thrashing.

Lopen-

Ler-leaning switch.

Before getting his arm back, he found ways to be efficient with the one hand. He would use his legs to pin his targets down, though the one arm being gone left an entire side vulnerable for retaliation.

After getting his arm back, oh boy. No one in bridge 4 was safe.

He’s at a large weight disadvantage in most of these fights, so he makes sure to overwhelm quickly. He goes after worst spots first and hopes it’s enough to overpower.

As a lee, he somehow manages to get away even if he doesn’t mean to. He squirms and claws his way out, and usually has a disappointed look if his ler doesn’t pursue.

His laugh is erratic and crazed, it’s startling when you first hear it and endearing once you know it.

Teft-

Will hold people down but will have none of the rest of this nonsense

Moash-

Will watch, but if you come to close he will make a quick getaway

Doesn’t overly enjoy it if he’s caught but if he knows his ler he’ll let them have a little fun.

If he doesn’t know his ler well, bones will be broken.

Jasnah-

No.

Let me know if anyone wants a part two 😊

#tickling #tickle #fluff #cosmere #stormlight archive #kaladin stormblessed #the stormlight archive #Stormlight headcannons #stormlight fanfiction

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Obsessed with authors like Naomi Novik whose books always seem to say “no, fuck that, there is another way than cruelty, and we do have a choice to be decent, and not choosing it isn’t a burden but a cop out.”

Authors like Neil Gaiman whose books seem to say “we are all simply human, and that is so valuable. This world is worth more because we are in it, when we choose to notice and care”

Authors like Brandon Sanderson whose books say “We are all a little broken, and there is strength in not turning away from us, and there is pain in healing but there is also strength and hope.”

Seriously, these folks do more for my faith and hope in this life than any religion ever has. I don’t have the words to describe it yet but just. Warm cup of apple cider held close to the chest on cold autumn night?? That’s the best I got

#recommendations #does this count as a recommendation?? everyone should read their things if they get the chance. must recommend. there now it’s a red #dawn speaks #the sandman #where death goes from person to person and the episode is a celebration of life as much as it’s life’s end #good omens #where people literally look at Heaven and Hell and say ‘we’re good thanks. we like Human better than Good and Evil’ #the scholomance #where people see ‘for the greater good’ and say in response ‘do better’ #the stormlight archive #which is some kind of ode to pain and healing and the way that process holds something difficult but so so beautiful #I have read fanfiction that has perfectly captured the human condition #and watched children’s shows that spit in the face of all the ways we have chosen to hate each other #it just. it hits different okay. #anyways thanks to people who make things #because you reach people <3

[gendermesss]

The ending of Book ten of The Stormlight Archive (Spoilers!)

Jasnah entered the Rosharan base, it was haunting to think that it was built at the place where, just two years ago, the city of Urithitu was destroyed. She started to think about everything, the friends she’d lost, the secrets she uncovered and even, her near experience with ascension. She had been so close to that terrible power, the power that gave the “God” status among people, she rejected it, she liked to think that it did because of principle, but deep down she knew it was because she couldn’t bring herself to rule eternally on a place that far away from Roshar. But most than anything, she was thinking about herself.

After all of this, who am I?

And she realized that for the first time since she abdicated from the Alethi crown, the answer was clear.

I am… The Stormlight Archive.

#stormlight archive #the stormlight archive #cosmere #jasnah kholin #Jasnah #Fanfiction #cremposting

[trishyeves]

It's done!!! After a year and a month, Self-Soulcasting is finished

Trish is very proud of how the last chapter came out

This is not the end of the AU, however, there will be more to this alternate timeline Roshar... after a few months of focusing on other fics

#fanfiction #stormlight archive #cosmere #self-soulcasting #kaladin #transfem #shakadolin #oc

[wanderingchanneler]

If y’all are curious about how the Shinovar roadtrip will go, @cosmereplay and I got 35k words into an RP speculating about it. I’m posting that RP on AO3, keeping most of what cosmereplay and I originally wrote. It’s a fun time

#Stormlight Archive #Rhythm of War #Rhythm of War spoilers #KoWT speculation #fanfic #fanfiction #Kaladin Stormblessed #Szeth-son-son-Vallano #collaboration #long fic #enemies to friends

[ao3-shenanigans]

16, 19, 23?

16. Fandom you'll probably end up joining?

I hope to join the Our Flag Means Death fandom one day! Stormlight Archives looks great as well and maybe the Mechanisms if I’ve got time lol!

19. Fanfic you read again and again?

Oh there’s a couple!

In no particular order:

23. Age when you started reading fanfic?

I was 13 at the time (woah that’s so long ago)

#thanks for the ask! #can’t believe I’ve been reading fanfiction this long #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #ao3 shenanigans ask #ao3 #fanfic.net #the mechanisms #stormlight archive #our flag means death #naruto #the magnus archives #Loki #avengers #gardians of the galaxy

[cosmererambles]

Costober 2!

There are spoilers here for the greater Cosmere, so please don't read if you haven't at least read all of Mistborn and all of Stormlight. Thanks!

“I suppose you wish to speak to Thaidakar?” Mauve trailed her hand along the balcony’s edge, watching the many, many people mill about below. Shallan, or rather, Radiant, glided beside her, thinking over her responses. “Thaidakar. Your leader, correct?” “The leader of the Ghostbloods, yes. Not my leader.” Her companion eyed her. Mauve smiled, turning to face the girl, who towered above her, Radiant’s added height coupled with Shallan’s own dwarfing a woman of Mauve’s stature.

“Not your leader? Who leads you?” Mauve smiled. “Thaidakar and I share leadership of the organization, though I must admit, he has more to do with running it than I.” She shuddered as a wind, carrying normal Rosharan debris, passed over them, carried high and chilled. Radiant cocked her head some, noticing it.

“Are you cold? It’s barely winter.” “Winter…” Mauve shook her head. “I am not cold, just unused to the weather on this planet.” She eyed her. “This is neither here nor there. Do you wish to speak to him? I can get you an audience easily.” “Would Mraize approve?” “Mraize has no choice in the matter.” Mauve turned, beginning to walk briskly, eager to get out of the mountainous air and into the city proper. “I am very disappointed with how he has led you these past few years. From your very beginning, you have shown us a level of respect and decorum we appreciate. He has led you on, fed you tidbits about your past to keep you working for us.” She turned, looking up at her. “This is not how we work, Radiant. This is not how we foster our agents.” Radiant’s hair bled to red, and Shallan emerged, immediately clutching her hands before herself, safehand locked in that ridiculous modestly sleeve.

“I am not-.” “A real member? I’m aware of your split loyalties, Shallan. The time will come when you must make a choice; but isn’t as tough a choice as you think it is. We are not an evil organization, hell bent on overtaking Roshar for our own nefarious purposes.” “Is that right?” Veil this time. “Because I beg to differ, Mauve. The assassinations, the terror you evoke in other street gangs, the manipulation of Shallan’s family…” She let the words hang in the air.

“Would you like clarity on those actions?” “Would that be allowed?” Mauve entered Urithiru proper, taking a meandering route back to her suite. She waved a dismissive hand. “These aren’t secrets, Veil. You’re already a member, albeit a reluctant one.” “Reluctant? I love it.” “Do you?” Mauve smiled, climbing stairs. Veil followed, dark hair swishing behind her. “Do all three of your feel the same way?” Veil didn’t respond at first. “Radiant is self-righteous, of course she doesn’t agree with the Ghostbloods. Shallan is confused.” Veil paused, looking at Mauve, who felt her gaze. “I need answers in order to sway to them.” “Is that it? Truly, it? I can give you answers…” She quickened her pace.

“Mraize has told you that we are looking for power. This is true. Political power isn’t something we’re interested in, however. Raw Investiture is the power we are looking for; raw Investiture with the ability to transport. As it happens, Roshar is a world filled with power literally falling from the sky on a predictable level.” “The Oathgates?” Veil asked. Much of this conversation had already happened with Mraize, teased out through months. “You’re a clever woman, Veil. Why do you think we wanted access to the Oathgates?” “You’re acting like Mraize. Making me work. I thought you said you weren’t happy with him.” “Happy with him? I’m downright annoyed with him, Veil. That doesn’t change that we make our protege think before we give them answers. I ask again. Why would would we want access to the Oathgates, if our mission on Roshar is Investiture?” Veil paused for a moment, their steps echoing the darkened Urithiru hallways. Spheres only lit every other the wall beyond every other window, leading to patches of darkness that swallowed them every few steps.

“Access to Shadesmar. Mraize said as much.” “Precisely.” Mauve smiled, turning down a much brighter lit hallway. At the end, her agents stood, barring the way. They nodded to her with respect, and smiled at them as she approached.

“Unfettered access to the Oathgates is key to easy trade between worlds.” “Between worlds? Shadesmar?” “The Cognitive Realm as I prefer to call it. It connects our worlds; it’s how I traveled here.” She paused outside the room she resided in. “Come. Let us continue our conversation inside. I’ll get you that audience you seek.”

Veil didn’t move. Mauve waited for her to speak.

“The Ghostbloods run things from here?” “I run things from here. We have many locations throughout the tower, throughout all of Roshar. This is just my little slice of heaven, home away from home. Inside you’ll find it very different from your usual Rosharan house. It may interest you.”

“I’m not going to be baited with shiny things, Mauve. I’m not Shallan.” “Oh?” Mauve smiled. “I should have known better. Well then, you may stay outside, if you wish.” She opened the door and stepped through.

After a few moments, Veil entered, looking sour. She stopped, her mouth opened slightly, and Mauve smiled to herself.

Her quarters were dressed up like a noblehouse from Scadrial. Scadrian curiosities, Scadrian clothing, Scadrian pictures. A small statue of the Survivor she had pilfered from a Graveyard many, many years ago stood on a commode, hood up, scarred arms in plain view. The walls were left bare; Mauve hadn’t the heart to change the natural stata, and as much as she detested Roshar, she respected the voice of the stones, the voice the spren.

“Where is all this from?” Veil’s hair changed to red, bleeding from roots to tips in a second. Mauve, who had smiled at her maid in a signal to make tea, sat down in one corner, watching her, legs crossed.

“My home planet. Mraize mentioned it to you, though it’s significance was lost. I will let Thaidakar chose to enlighten you of it if he wishes.” Shallan gazed at the art, lips parted in wonder. Her eyes fell on the bronze statue of the Survivor. Mauve smiled. That stupid thing…Kelsier hated that she’d kept it. It’s theft had been a test of his. She’d passed with flying colors. As the Nalthian’s would say…

“What is this?” She asked, raising a hand but not touching. “My homeworld has a religion based on that figure. He was a key figure in the shaping of the society that now exists. His actions helped pave the path towards our prosperity.” She smiled. Her maid servent, Hanna, bowed and arrived with tea.

“You believe?” “Rusts, no. Survivorism is a strange religion.” She sipped her drink, and gestured for Shallan to sit. Shallan noticed, but didn’t approach immediately. She continued to gaze at the statue.

“It’s not the best likeness. I’ve met the man. He’s far handsomer in person.” Shallan’s hair bled to brown, and Veil emerged. “He looks short.” Mauve snorted. Veil looked at her in some alarm. “Everyone off world is short to you Rosharans. I swear, you are all stone giants. Even the small among you tower above us.” Veil approached, but didn’t sit.

“Where is Thaidakar.” “Off world.” “You promised me an audience.” Mauve held up a finger. “Wrong. I said I could “get” you an audience. There is a distinction. Despite all my hefty power in our organization, my…Thaidakar is a busy man.”

“So…what?” Mauve held her gaze for a moment. She wasn’t going to drink the tea, was she? Sighing, she gestured to an agent, who approached.

“Get me Dor-o, please. I need to ask him a question.” The man bowed, entered a side room. Veil watched him go. Mauve knew she’d already mapped all the exists, memorized every face in the room and potentially every speck of information. Luckily, her own quarters held very little sensitive information.

“Lady Mauve. Dor-o.” He inclined his head, stepping aside to let the Seon approach. It bounced up and down in excitement.

“New people? New faces? How lovely!” It spoke in Elantrian, hovering in circles around Veil, who looked very disturbed by the fact this floating orb of light could talk. “Yes, Dor. New People, new faces.��� Mauve smiled. Veil’s eyes widened. “Veil, meet a friend of mine. Dor-o. A type of…spren.” “What language? I’ve never seen a spren like this.”

“Never seen a spren like this? Come now. Radiant spren are varied enough.” Veil finally sat, crossing her legs in a huff, staring at the little bouncing ball of light. “This little friend of mine is Seon; a type of spren from off world. He has a unique ability that we make use of.” “And that is?” Mauve smiled.

“Dor-o. Is Thaidakar available? I wish to speak with him?” “I will see. Should I mention you are not alone?” “Yes, please.”

The Seon vibrated a moment, before speaking, “He is available, Lady Mauve.” She answered him in turn. “Come. This way.” A feeling of excitement struck through her, a chorded note. It left her vibrating. She was going to see him. Speak with him. And let him speak to a very valuable potential agent. Perhaps this would be the key to winning her over.

She led the Seon into the room proper, dismissing her servants, who left into interior rooms and shut the doors, leaving the two of them alone with a single guard. The Seon pulsated, undulating into itself, before forming a face. A face Mauve knew well. She heard a sharp intake of breath from Veil, who slowly approached, gazing at the now floating blue head, obscured by a hood.

“Thaidakar.” “Mauve.” That deep, rich voice of his. Capable of sending her into a fit of delirious joy. She saw the hint of a smirk. “You aren’t alone? Is it Mraize with you, or Iyatil?” She smiled. “Neither. I’m joined by Veil.” “Veil?” She knew, without seeing, that he’d furrowed his brow. “The woman has been…led on by Mraize, as I’m sure you know. She deserves to meet you. To be told of our tenants, our goals on her planet, from the man who orders them.” Kelsier remained silent for a moment, thinking. Finally, he raised a blue hand and removed the hood. Veil, now Shallan, gasped.

“Shallan Davar, you are entitled to some answers. Answers I am willing to give. I must ask you though; what are your personal goals within my organization?” “Don’t I get to ask you a question first?” She asked. “Humor me.” “I…I want answers.” She spoke with hesitation. “I want to know things. I’m tired of being in the dark.” “The Ghostbloods can give you what you seek. But your loyalties remain…questionable.” She remained silent.

“I can give you answers as I see fit.” Shallan fought an internal battle, and Mauve gazed at her beloved, unable to speak freely. This practiced formality drove her insane. She knew this man for the insufferable goofball he was. A man who would make a mess of his study, a man who enjoyed scarfing down cakes and pastries and who adored starlit walks in the Field of Rebirth. This practiced persona of his drove her mad.

It was hot. It was sexy. It just wasn’t him.

“Who are you?” She asked finally, stepping closer, her hair bleeding to brown, eyes hard. “You know my name.” He smiled. She rolled her eyes. “Very smart. I thought you promised me answers.” “I didn’t promise you anything. However, I’ll bite.” He took a breath. “I detest secrets, Brightness. I created my organization to tease them out of the greater Cosmere, and use them to protect.” “What are you?” She asked upon his ended sentence. He smiled. She seemed taken aback by this. “A man. Just as human as you are.” “A man cannot live with a spike through the eye.” Kelsier’s smile broadened. “As I said, Brightness. Secrets. There is much you don’t know.” She thought on this.

“Have I been told the truth? By Mraize, by Mauve? Are you really here for…power? Is that all?” “Not all. Until I know of your decided loyalties, I cannot tell you more. Know that we do not actively seek harm to your planet and its people.” Veil snarled at that.

“Harm? You had Jasnah assassinated.” “Didn’t work, did it?” Kelsier sniffed, raising his chin. “Your mistress had many of our agents assassinated, falsely believing we were those behind threats to her family. We were paying her in kind.” “It had nothing to do with the secrets she held? Her search for Urithiru?” “We had better ways of getting the information she held.” Veil sat for a moment.

“That attempt resulted in the deaths of many people.” A pause from Kelsier, who Mauve knew agreed. However, relaying that they suffered a fracus in their ranks would look weak. He instead remained silent, waiting for the next question.

“What would I need to do? To join fully?” “You could remain as you are, Brightness. We have no interest in your family drama or personal politics of Alethkar. We wouldn’t ask you to turn on your family; that isn’t how we work. It is not a one or the other oppurtunity. We just ask that our secrets remain just that: Secrets. Those outside of our ranks cannot know what we discover.”

“Why?” His lip curled. “Do you believe people are ready for the truth, Brightness?” Veil frowned. Shallan bled through, looking meek. “No.” “That is why. Decide. Upon discerning your loyalties, we will divulge all.” He cocked his head. Mauve gazed at him, smiling.

“Who is Restares?” Shallan asked, just as Kelsier was wrapping up. “I’ve heard him mentioned. What is Scadrial, what is it really? Nalthis?”

“Restares is a man. A dangerous one, one that I’ve been hunting for a long time. Scadrial is a planet. This you’ve been told, as is Nalthis. Cosmere aware planets.” “You’re from Scadrial?” Kelsier raised a brow. “That I am. Did Mauve tell you this?” “She did.” “She is proud of our planet, as she should be.”

“Am I truly stuck on Roshar? I cannot visit other planets?” He furrowed his brow. Mauve spoke for him, the conference was wrapping up. Shallan was asking things she already had answers too.

“You know the answer to that. Thaidakar has business to attend too.” “That I do. Consider, Shallan Davar. Consider well. This is not a threat, more…a push. You cannot remain on the fence forever.” “And if I choose not to join?” “I’d be disappointed.” “Your disappointment means little to me.” He smiled. “Then I see there is nothing stopping you.” He turned, the Seon shifting in air, slowly rotating to Mauve. “Goodbye, Mauve.” “Send my regards to Moonlight, Thaidakar. I miss her.” He gazed at her. Unspoken words hung heavy in the air.

I miss you too. Come back soon. I love you.

The face dissolved, replaced by a bobbing sphere.

“That was draining! Long conference!” Mauve smiled. “I know. Thank you for being so patient.” She inclined her head. “You may rest, Dor-o.” The Seon bobbed again, before floating out of the room. A slight buzzing came from Shallan, who stood in the room, staring in the space where she had spoken with Kelsier. Mauve could just barely pick out her spren, Pattern, who buzzed and hummed. A sudden idea came to her as she stared at that little creature. She crossed to the bookshelves, pulling out a volumn on Scadrian animals. It was a hefty, leatherbound book with intricate drawings of every animal that had been documented in Northern Scadrial; from the Basin to the Roughs.

“Shallan. I have something that may interest you. If you’ll humor me.” The woman started. “Interest me?” “Yes.” Shallan approached, tentative, until she saw what the novel held. Her eyes widened as she looked at the illustrations.

“Why are you so polite? So kind?” “It is who I am. You do not deserve ferocity and callousness, Shallan. You deserve understanding. You deserve trust.” “…And you can trust me with this?” Mauve laughed.

“This is no secret of the Cosmere, Shallan. This is the animals of my planet.” She pushed the book over to her. Shallan looked at it, eager. “This is incredible. They look like minks, with fur. Zero carapace.” “We have some animals with carapace. They mostly live in the water, though.” She looked up. “How do they survive the-.” She cut off. “Nevermind.”

“You are free to come to my quarters and peruse my book collection at your leisure.” “You’d let me do that?” “There is nothing in here, aside from Dor-o, that is a secret worth keeping. I do not care a whit if you speak of giraffes and lions to your fellow Rosharans.” She winked.

“I admire you, Shallan. I admire your vigor, your tenacity. You have done what so few others can only dream of. It deserves to be commended, fostered, and pointed. Please consider.” Shallan stared at the book, before looking up at Mauve.

“I will. Thank you. For getting me this audience. Will Mraize be angry?” “Mraize is always angry. I don’t care. You deserved this much. You are a Ghostblood, after all. What you’ve done for us constitutes you at least an audience with Thaidakar, if not access to some of our more sensitive documents.” Shallan nodded, before glancing at the fabrial clock on the mantle piece and yelping.

“Oh, I’m late for a meeting! I need to go!” She hustled out, leaving the book open on the table, flipped to a picture of a great sea turtle; it’s flippers extended to the corners of the page.

#MyWriting #Fanfiction #Cosmere #Costober #Kelsier #MauveOC #Shallan Davar #Veil #Radiant #Stormlight Archive #there are spoilers...

[adamastache]

Stormlight Archive Kink Meme!

Love Stormlight fanfiction and want inspiration? Got a rare pair or OT3 you want to see more of? Want to find your new Stormlight ship you never knew you wanted? Announcing the Stormlight Archive Kink Meme!

I noticed there wasn’t a Stormlight fanfic prompt site like many other fandoms, so I made one! Check it out here:

https://stormlightarchivekink.dreamwidth.org/

Prompts can be completely anonymous and you can make as many as you want. So if you’ve got some kinky ships or fic ideas you want to share with the interwebs, stop on by! And spread the word!

#stormlight archive #dalinar kholin #kaladin #fanfiction #kink meme #shallan davar #adolin kholin #cosmere

[if-one-of-us-falls]

If you could ask/bribe/convince people to read just one of your fics - not necessarily your best, not the one that you think summarizes your style, not even your favorite, but the one you want people to read the very most for whatever reason - which one would it be?

And if you feel comfortable, why that one?

I guess the selfish answer would be Favorite Treasures, because it's the one nearest to my heart and the one I spent the most effort on. I feel it has its rough patches and things I might have done differently if I wrote it now, but I'm still very fond of it :)

#stormlight archive #fanfiction #sorry for taking so long to answer!! I haven't been here much

[nevertheless-moving]

Regarding the WOB of Aesudan being distant cousin's with Hesina, I've decided that while I dislike the whole 'the one lowborn guy is actually also secretly noble blooded,' it's worth it because I am a strong enjoyer of the cringe elhokar x kaladin one sided crush, and this way we can get Elhokar drunkenly saying to Kaladin "hey have I ever mentioned,,,that in the the right — in certain lights, you look like my wife?? Has? Has anyone told you that you look like my wife?"

#they even have similar expressions of thinly veiled derision! #stormlight archive #stormlight fanfiction #elhokar kholin #kaladin stormblessed #elhokar x kaladin #cosmere #nevertheless cosmere

[stormywitcher]

1/3 of the final chapter of my shakadolin fic is written! I’ve got Kal’s POV done and I’m HAPPY WITH IT! It’s incredibly soft and fluffy!

Now just the last two parts to go! I don’t want to rush this, so I’m gonna take my time to make sure it ends how I want it to.

But I promise it is on its way!

#fanfic #mossy thoughts #fanfic writing #stormlight fanfiction #shakadolin fanfic

[just-another-t-word-blog]

Ive decided I'm going to start taking commissions!! Here's how it works:

1. Send me an ask or a DM with your idea

2. Well talk about fic length, potential pricing, plot details, etc.

3. Pay half the commission price and I'll get to writing, the last half will be paid upon posting. (Let me know if you want to be tagged in the post or if you want me to send you a link to it once it's done!)

You can still send in an ask or request without it being a commission, but please keep in mind it may not be written.

I AM CURRENTLY WRITING FOR:

Star Trek- original series, new movies, discovery, and strange new worlds

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

My Hero Academia

Mistborn

The Stormlight Archives

Warbreaker

Most things in the MCU

I'm more than likely forgetting some things so please reach out regardless of it's on the list so we can discuss!!

Don't hesitate to reach out with any questions!! More fics are coming regardless, so no pressure if there's something you want to see!

#tickle fic #commission #fanfic commissions #star trek #hazbin hotel fanfiction #helluva boss #marvel mcu #stormlight archive #mistborn #warbreaker #my hero academia

[wyndlerunner]

“Your takeaway of a piece of art is more important than author intent.”

- Brandon Sanderson, Intentionally Blank podcast, “Death of the Author”

Moash-lovers, Navoniel shippers, and people who think Kaladin is aspec, etc:

#on a more serious note #this podcast Ep is worth listening to #I love seeing real professional writers speaking respectfully about fandom and fan fiction #Brandon sanderson #Intentionally Blank #intentionally Blank podcast #fandom #fanfiction #not technically cosmere but still #Cosmere #the stormlight archive #stormlight archive #word of Brandon

[enkarg]

If you could ask/bribe/convince people to read just one of your fics - not necessarily your best, not the one that you think summarizes your style, not even your favorite, but the one you want people to read the very most for whatever reason - which one would it be?

And if you feel comfortable, why that one?

I think it would be this one:

As for the why, I'd say it's because it's short, to the point, simple but nuanced at the same time. Also because it talks about connection beyond words, communication, understanding and that pure and simple emotion of feeling comfortable with someone who shares how you feel. Someone who reaches out to you the same as you reach out to them. The harmony between two people who understand each other deeply and have no other pretense than knowing each other and being by each other's side.

Obviously, it's Brandon Sanderson's merit to have created these two characters, but I loved to explore such a pure and deep relationship and imagine how it came to be.

Thanks for this ask, @cosmereplay . I've been disconnected from fanfiction, this saga and Tumblr for a while, and it gave me grerat pleasure to come back to all of it. Big hug ^_^

#asks #on fanfiction #stormlight archive #renarin #rlain