#Sja-anat

[lamaery]

some more art for femslash February featuring Eshonai and Azure being the best worldhopping girlfriends out there. Leshwi and Jaxlim sharing a passion for growth and gardening.

(sorry I just had to add this comment from discord 😆) and Sja-Anat and Evi which could be loosely seen as accompanying art to this ficlet by @cosmereplay

(disclaimer: non of these ships I came up with myself but they were suggested by the amazing people from the Bridge Four Discord, when I asked for potential couples to scribble pictures for) 😀

[knight-of-skyloft]

OB ch. 84:

RoW ch. 79:

OB ch. 52:

GENUINELY NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS BTW

[themoonstonechronicler]

sja-anat is a little black cat that is a void with eyes and kitty cat ears doing the tongue blep. to me

[stew4]

Sja-anat I love you but wtf are you trying to do

[spookiest-semic]

My worst (best) cosmere take is if stormlight has already focused so much on redemption and working towards being a better person, Vyre can be redeemed, and I hope he is.

​most all characters tagged actively work to better themselves not despite of past mistakes or to make it better in some way but because they want to be better people

[theelfdruid]

So I may or may not sparked the invention of a Stormlight AU where everyone is just pinnipeds, aka "Roshore" (thank you to a fellow Bridge 4 member for the name). Here's Renarin as a harbour seal with a tiny swarm of red fish as Tumi, and BIG hard-to-tell-it's-a-leopard Seal-anat. If you know the reference image I used for her you know

This will not be the last you see of Roshore from me. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[cosmereplay]

I'm in my Evi/Sja-anat feelings. For the Cosmere inktober prompt Smoke.

A scene from my fic Of Me, rated Mature, 3000 words.

[gal-palanaeum]

Of Me by cosmere_play

Rated Mature, 3000 words, Evi/Sja-anat Bound by her god to take the Blackthorn's secrets, Sja-anat follows his wife. Through years of ever closer association, Sja-anat's future is changed, and the most precious secrets she discovers are her own.

Teen-rated excerpt below:

Sja-anat wasn’t cunning like Odium was, and at times she followed her passions without thought. Curiosity, perhaps, had driven her to allow herself to be seen. She stalked behind the frightened woman, gliding as effortlessly as a windspren.

In turn, the human paced the halls, perhaps thinking she could escape the shadow that haunted her, but Sja-anat knew every reflective surface of the Kholinar palace. There would be no escape. She was a powerful spren: ancient, unchanging, and endlessly patient. On Odium’s orders she had been sent to take the Blackthorn’s secrets, to be used to secure him as His champion in the war to come. Odium was confident that He would win the man’s heart, but He did not rely on His confidence alone, for He too was ancient. Careful. Plotting. Sja-anat was Odium's tool, picked up once again.

And Sja-anat would be used, for she was of Him, unmade and remade to His liking.

She followed the wife of the Blackthorn as the woman more waddled than walked, pregnant with her first child. She cast furtive, sweaty glances behind her, then slowed to face her fear. Her brow furrowed as she tracked Sja-anat’s movement through a mosaic of mirrored tile. Sja-anat stopped and watched. The human nodded as if she had confirmed something. She turned away, then waddled as quickly as she could toward her private rooms.

There, the Blackthorn’s wife ordered her servants to bring forward a large mirror, taller than a human and bolted into a rotating frame. She had them move a large cushioned chair in front of it, and then she ordered them all out.

Alone, the woman sat carefully and leaned over her round belly, tapping the surface of the mirror. “Come, speak to me, spirit,” she said in heavily-accented Alethi. Her yellow eyes darted back and forth across the glass, searching. “Stop hiding. Whoever you are, you want something, so out with it!”

The human was frightened, but her courage and curiosity were stronger. Sja-anat liked that. She, too, was curious, and had not interacted with a human for many years, so she granted the request and slid upwards, allowing herself to be seen in the mirror. She took the form of a shadow, an imposing reflection of a willowy woman with long flowing hair, a black smoky silhouette with bone-white hollow eyes.

Yellow eyes widened, and the woman jerked her finger back. “Who are you?” she asked in a small voice.

I am a powerful spirit, Sja-anat answered, wishing to test the woman’s mettle. She mouthed the words in her reflection as she spoke directly into her mind. Mere rumours of me have terrified even the most powerful humans of ancient times.

The human simply leaned back in the chair, one hand rubbing the side of her belly with a grimace. She was still sweating. “I am too sore to play games,” she said.

Sja-anat paused, feeling a strange passion arise. Why are you not afraid of me? Humans name me monster.

The woman huffed a soft laugh. “There are monsters all around me every day. I have grown used to them. Besides, now I have a little monster inside me,” she said, poking her belly with a smile. “A monster in the mirror is hardly scary.”

You are not afraid of monsters?

The woman met her eyes. “I am not, and I can prove it. You see? I married one.”

Sja-anat tilted her head at the mention of the Blackthorn. Then you are also a monster, for you are of him.

“Hmm.” The Blackthorn’s wife stood and started to pace again, but watched the mirror carefully as she considered. “I am of him…yes. But I am also of me. Evi. A unique perspective of the One. As you are too.”

Sja-anat hummed, taking in her words.

The human Evi continued to pace, slowly, barefooted across thick carpet. “Do you give boons and curses?” she asked eventually.

No, Sja-anat said. Giving away that little would not endanger her, and could buy her more confidences. Such were humans.

Evi paused, then nodded slowly to herself. “If only you did,” she muttered. “Are you lonely, perhaps? Do you wish to talk?” she asked more loudly, looking at Sja-anat with open curiosity.

Odium would be pleased by this arrangement. 

Yes, she answered. I am. 

This will be.

Keep reading

[rotheninth]

i think sja-anat should be allowed to be the new odium

[blindradiant]

I have a theory/headcanon that young Szeth was a budding Truthwatcher. I came up with that a year ago, and I’ve wanted to write a fic about it ever since.

I added another layer to that headcanon a few months ago, and started writing about it.

I have more written than I’ve posted. I’m editing/adding things in as I go.

Anyway, this is my take on one of my favorite headcanons

[koravelliumavast]

In the same sense as the truthwatchers future sight I wonder what other abilities bonding with an enlightened spren would give. Is it just future sight or is that specific only to truthwatchers?

[tyresw]

So glad Sja Anat invented HRT for spren

[lordgolden]

so are we still left with one ghostblood who hasn’t been discovered in the inner circle?? Someone who found out about Navani and Dalinar’s plan to go to the spiritual realm…. Or are the spies just Sja-Anat’s spren? The ghostbloods chapter was so confusing to me I can’t keep track of their operatives and goals. Wondering if I should be violently suspicious of anyone still

Edit to include the passage that made me suspicious -

Assuming the special contact is Sja-anat who is the new recruit who has (1) assumingly changed sides last minute (why?) and (2) has Dalinar’s ear on these matters? 🤔

[themoonstonechronicler]

As we all know, Elsecallers are the badass order of Radiants, and having your spren enlightened by Sja-Anat makes you ten times as badass. This of course begs the question:

Enlightened Elsecaller?

[knight-of-skyloft]

For the kissing ask game, 29 with Evi/Sja-anat

#29: as a promise.

“That husband of mine would try Talanai’s own patience,” Evi Kholin snapped, pacing in front of her mirror.  She spoke in Riran, as she always did when they were alone.  Sja-anat watched from the bed.  It was always strange to see humans talk to her reflection instead of her.

She’d met Talenel, millennia ago, and couldn't help but agree-- but all she said was, “What happened?”

Evi stilled.  “It's Renarin,” she said.  “Dalinar doesn't understand why I won't push him towards the ardentia.”

“Because he doesn't want it,” Sja-anat said, confused.  “That one's easy enough.”

“Easy enough for one who knows him.”  Evi was starting to draw angerspren; Sja-anat could hear them screeching faintly from Shadesmar.  “People don’t.  They just see the shape of him.  The idea of him.  His mind is stronger than his sword arm, so obviously he’d be happier as an ardent!”  She buried her face in her hands for a moment, trying to compose herself.  “I'm afraid, secret taker.  What will happen to him when Dalinar and Adolin leave, and I with them?  Who else in this palace knows my son like I do?”

She was the first to call Sja-anat by that title in centuries-- the first human Sja-anat liked enough to share it with.  “I know him.  I see him.”

Evi smiled bitterly.  “Is he not far beneath your eye?”

In the past, Sja-anat had hinted to some grand purpose that brought her to Kholinar.  She couldn't tell Evi most of it, obviously.  It would be disastrous if Odium learned she'd told the humans of the new storm that was building, and the god’s plans for Alethkar.  And there were her own plans, the ones she didn't even dare to think, let alone speak of.  No, Evi could never know why Sja-anat watched her younger son-- but there was a different truth she could give.

“He is your son.  That is enough.”

“Flatterer,” Evi murmured.  The edges of her smile softened.

Sja-anat wished she had a mouth, so she could smile back.  “I will look out for him while you are gone, as well as I can.”

Evi took a slow breath.  “Promise?”

On impulse, she got off the bed and knelt by Evi’s physical form.  Sja-anat bowed her head, bringing her lips to Evi’s fingers.  She couldn't touch her, but their reflection showed two women side by side-- one human and lovely and bright as a flame, and one smokey and insubstantial, kissing the other’s hand.

“My Lady,” said Sja-anat of the Unmade, Taker of Secrets, “I swear it.”

[willshaper]

Anyways I think the unmade (the intelligent ones at least) can be bonded by a bondsmith.