#adolin x jasnah

[supersomethinglikethat]

Even more Stormlight memes to celebrate the next book coming out. As always, this video contains spoilers, books 1-4

[cosmerelists]

Stormlight Characters! Kaladin & Shallan are dating! How do you react?

Syl: WOO-HOO!!!

Pattern: Mmmm…twice as many spren chaperones to prevent mating now…

Adolin: …

Adolin: I mean, it only makes sense.

Adolin: He can fly.

Radiant: I cannot fault the choice of a Windrunner as a partner. But isn’t he a bit, you know…raggedy?

Veil: So, uh, is the ‘only date one personality at a time’ a hard rule or….?

Radiant: Veil!!

Tyn: Weird. This is the third time that ‘Horneater Princess’ con has turned out that way.

Rock: Horneaters are irresistible.

Tyn: ...Gotta remember that.

Lirin: Excellent. An artist like Shallan may help turn my son away from the path of violence and death.

Hesina: [whispering]

Lirin: She’s killed HOW MANY PEOPLE?!

Teft: You know, I wondered why it took Kaladin so long to get back from falling into the chasms…with Shallan…

Balat: Well done, Small One. He seems like a...good man.

Jushu: Kinda odd, though. He keeps trying to introduce us three to something called “therapy.”

Lopen: Lemme know if you need to impress her, gon! My cousins can hook you up with the BEST gifts for ANY occasion!

Moash: Somehow…I am even less unchained…

Jasnah: Well, it was only a casual with Adolin, but I still can’t help but feel this is some sort of rebellion. Against me.

Navani: Not everything Shallan does is about you, Jasnah.

Jasnah: I know, I know.

Navani: …just the bisexuality.

Jasnah: The what now?

Hoid: Really?? But that would mean that an arranged marriage….failed? In a Sanderson book? Impossible!

Sigzil: …Um, Hoid, what are you talking about?

Hoid: Don’t worry about it! <3

Sigzil: How did you pronounce that?!

[theskyweshare]

More scenes for stormlight archives future books.

A mysterious cloaked figure is walking through the tower.

A war meeting is going on. Wit is his usual asshole self. He then suddenly perks up and starts to pour two drinks.

Pattern starts to buzz nervously.

Everyone pauses as the shadow of the figure stretches into the room.

Everyone is quiet. Dalinar stretches to his full height as the stormfather rumbles ominously.

The figure speaks. "We need to talk bondsmith. Things have changed"

"Who are you?" Dalinar asks. "Thadikar. Leader of the ghostbloods"

Immediately shallan and jasnah become alert. Summoning their shardplate and attacks but thadakar either dodges or simply can't be hurt.

He calls for his subjects and suddenly one soldier comes forward and its mariaze. Then hoid gives thadakar the drink and takes a sip of his.

Kelsier tells them that they must work together and everyone is doubtful.

Explains his deal with gavilar and tells them what a monster he was.

Until he pulls out devices that has the conversations of that night recorded.

They are about to listen to one when Navani stops them and tells them that maybe they should just hear him out.

[zibus]

Here's some Stormlight ships for that '4 classifications of ships' ask post:

Navani x Raboniel

Kaladin x Shallan x Adolin

Renarin x Rlain

Jasnah x Wit

Makes sense & Compels me!

Do I have to explain? We all read it. We all watched them bend in real close, listening carefully, paying attention to each other to sing the tones and make a weapon of mass destruction. We saw how Navani pushed herself to live up to Raboniel's expectations - the first person in decades to appreciate and cultivate her genious. We watched Raboniel die tragically in Navani's arms, finally able to let down her guard, doomed by a war they've now made worse (better?) together. Raboniel gave Navani respect. Navani gave her release. And they're old grandmas (i mean, raboniel's daughter probably had a kid at some point in 10,000 years)! What more could you want?

[iberriss]

get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

Saw this filled out by @cosmereplay and decided to play along and revive it!

1. when did you post your first ever fanfic?

Sept 2024, I'm very new to this!

2. first character you wrote for:

My prologue and first few chapters are all Kaladin POV.

3. main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Kaladin and Jasnah are the main two right now but Skar, Rlain, Dalinar, Navani and Adolin have all had POV either full chapters or snippets.

4. character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

The biggest one here is Kalak who's just been introduced into my current fic but is about to become one of the main characters.

5. fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Stormlight Archive!

6. platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Kaladin & Kalak are going to be the biggest platonic pairing in not just my first fic but also the next 2 in my series. Kalak is going to end up being the dad to Kaladin that Lirin never was :(

7. romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Right now the biggest pairing in my fic is Kaladin x Jasnah!

8. your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Since i only have one fic up right now I'll also use the hypothetical tags I plan on using on part 2 and 3 of my series as well. Also can't pick 3 so I picked 4! So probably;

#post row/row-spoilers #foundfamily #fuckmoash #hurt/confort

9. your current platform where you post your works

Using AO3! Iberiss

10. snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

Here's a small snippet from chapter 34. Second Opinion from my wip Sons of Tanavast. Big spoilers for my fic so be warned!

’If I walk away now Jasnah will miss me, she said she loves me. She’ll be on her own struggling through a pregnancy and then raising our child. How can I just continue my life knowing that I abandoned my own child? Would I be able to walk past them in the corridors? Pretend they mean nothing to me? Be a deadbeat dad? I can’t do that. I can’t live like this.’  Leaving now would shatter his honour.  Ice blue eyes openly with resolve as he lifted his chin, her gaze showed signs of her emotions - confused, lost, distressed. Kaladin on the other hand felt a natural balance and calmness, it pulsed from every beat of his heart in his chest.   “Jasnah, I will be at your side every step of the way. I won’t let you go through this alone.” He smiled up at her reaching out to cup a cheek delicately in his callused hand, his thumb brushing to wipe away her spilt tears. “I’ll marry you. If you will have me.”  “Of course I will have you Kal.” Stifling her joy that almost bubbled into a half laugh she leaned forward kissing him on the lips, present company could storm off with Alethi customs or prudishness. The kiss was kept short and modest regardless as Kaladin pulled her into a hug after, his head resting on her shoulder with a sigh of contentment.  Dalinar had moved closer now, extending his hand to Lirin as he offered it for a handshake. The motion had snapped Kaladin’s father out of his stunned silence and instead of shaking the hand back he absentmindedly left poor Dalinar hanging. “Kaladin? Y-you're the father?” As if there wasn’t enough proof of it already from reading the room. His son nodded quietly as best he could without releasing Jasnah. 

Since I'm new to the scene I don't know that many writers and even fewer that haven't probably already done this done! I'm deffo going to tag @stormscience since like me I know they are also new! Aside from that feel free to pretend I've tagged you because I'd love to get to know other writers from this fandom <3

[pekgna]

Make it worse. Vin was the only option that threw me. I want to say what the fuck out loud.

Sure! i ship my blorbos with everyone:

Kaladin x Raoden

Jasnah x Blushweaver

Jasnah x Kelsier

Kelsier x Vin

Sarene x Shallan

Jasnah x Khriss

Shallan x Mraize

Adolin x Wayne

Adolin x MeLaan

Kaladin x Steris

Jasnah x Steris

Marsh x Me

[moiraineswife]

Innocence Died Screaming - An Adolin & Jasnah Fic

I RETURN. I RETURN WITH EMOTIONAL KHOLINS TO MAKE YOU ALL EMOTIONAL TOO!!! ENJOY!!!!!!

Title: Innocence Died Screaming

Rating: T  Content warnings: mentions of accidental mother murder

Summary:  Set loosley pre-Rhythm of War. Jasnah requests some duelling training from her expert duelist cousin. Adolin sees it as a way to spend more time bonding with his cousin. He gets a little bit more than he bargained for when Jasnah calls him out as only Jasnah can for always putting himself down. They have a good heart to heart and I have Emotions.

Teaser:

'“Truthfully?” Adolin said, stalling for time.

“Always,” Jasnah said, with aching sincerity, because she was Jasnah.

“You suck,” Adolin replied bluntly, unable to find a fancier way of saying it to soften the blow.

Jasnah just smiled at that, then gestured at him, “Hence the reason you are here with me presently.”'

Link: AO3

Wit answered the door to Jasnah’s chambers with a flourish when Adolin knocked. Uncharacteristically, there was no quip. Probably because he’d seen Adolin bracing for one, and didn’t want to seem ‘predictable’. Though how anyone was supposed to predict someone like Wit was beyond him. 

“Jasnah, your beefy cousin has arrived to demonstrate the intricacies of hitting people with large metal sticks,” he announced to the room behind him where Jasnah was no doubt working. 

He made to sweep out after that declaration, but Adolin caught him by the arm and raised an eyebrow, “Beefy cousin?” he repeated, incredulous. 

“Well it couldn’t be handsome cousin, Adolin,” Wit replied smoothly, “That’s how I announce Renarin!” 

Adolin opened his mouth to reply to that, then closed it again, grinning, imagining Renarin’s face if that was, in fact, how Wit announced him. 

“What’s wrong with ‘Adolin’?” he asked instead, scratching his head. 

“Well it’s just so boring,” Wit said conversationally, lounging against the door and grinning at him. “Jasnah has a very difficult, taxing job,” he explained, with an almost conspiratorial air, “I need to seize any opportunity I can to inject a little humour into her life.” 

If rumours were to be believed, humour wasn’t the only thing he was injecting Jasnah with at the moment. 

Adolin didn’t say that. He did note, however, as his cousin approached them, that the two of them were alone, without a chaperone. 

That wasn’t entirely surprising. Jasnah had always just kind of done things her way. And she was a woman nearing her fortieth Weeping. But still. There were some rules you just shouldn’t bend, even if you were Queen.

Though Pattern wasn't exactly a model chaperone for me and Shallan, so I probably shouldn’t be judging Jasnah that harshly, he admitted ruefully to himself, grinning a little, then immediately hoping Wit hadn’t noticed.

Wit, fortunately, had eyes only for his queen at that moment. 

“Enjoy yourself, Brightness,” he was saying, waving an elegant hand at Jasnah, “Try not to hurt him too much.” 

He clapped Adolin on the shoulder, winking, then withdrew at a nod from Jasnah. 

Clearly his departing when Adolin arrived was a prearranged agreement between the two of them.

Adolin wasn’t entirely sorry about that. He liked Wit, might even be storming fond of him at this point, but he would be more relaxed without him in earshot of his every word. 

“Cousin,” Jasnah said, nodding to him in greeting. 

“Jasnah,” Adolin returned, grinning and stepping forwards to embrace her. 

All of them had had to get used to more hugs from him in the recent months. His father had been the one who had always rebuked him for it, while his mother had always encouraged him. Given recent events, he found himself more inclined towards listening to his mother. 

Besides, since losing Elhokar, he’d had his eyes opened to how precious his family was. He had loved his cousin, and his king, but he hadn’t felt as close to him as he’d wanted. 

He’d felt similarly towards Jasnah, and was determined not to let that happen again. She was his family. And as his family, she got a hug when he saw her. And had been forced to get used to him dropping by more often to spend time with her and get to know her properly. She seemed more comfortable with that than the hugs.

She was used to them by now though, and tolerated it, awkwardly patting him on the back to indicate she’d had enough of his affection for the day. He drew back, grinning. 

“Shall we get started?” Jasnah said briskly, stepping into a large section of her chambers she’d had cleared of furniture. 

She was also wearing a messenger style havah - shorter than the traditional garment, with high slits in the sides to allow for swift movement, and leggings underneath for dignity’s sake. Very practical, very Jasnah. 

“Sure,” Adolin said, following after her. 

He’d been surprised when she’d sent him a note requesting some training from him in dueling, but had been eager to accept. It would help with his new cousin-bonding goals. And he was always happy to help someone learn how to properly use their blade. 

“I’ve seen you fight a little with your Shardblade before,” he said, as they moved into position, “During the battle of Thaylen City. You were mostly Soulcasting, but you used your blade a couple of times, too. So I know you’re not totally useless.” 

“Thank you for that assessment, Adolin,” Jasnah replied coolly, though there was a hint of a smile in her eyes when she said it. 

Adolin blushed slightly, “What I meant was that you at least have some idea what to do. So I thought it might be best if you summoned your blade and showed me a few stances and movements that you know already? Do you know any katas?” 

“A few,” Jasnah replied, “Though they may be unfamiliar to you.” 

“Pick one,” Adolin said, leaning against the wall, well out of the way, “Go through it as you normally would. I’ll observe and see what needs to be corrected from there.” 

“Very well,” Jasnah said, nodding her assent at this plan. 

Adolin folded his arms across his chest, feeling a little odd. He’d given instruction to Shardbearers before. Zahel had sometimes had him help assist in the training of men on the practice grounds. Zahel didn’t much care that he was a prince, he’d been there, and that had been enough. 

He’d also given Shallan and Radiant extensive training now in the use of her blade. He wasn’t a stranger to being a teacher, and he found that he enjoyed it, especially as something productive he could do for the new Radiants in the tower. 

He’d just never expected to be doing it with Jasnah. 

Though, as she summoned her blade, he did feel there was something appropriate about the image of Jasnah Kholin standing there with a glimmering sword in hand. A completeness to the picture. Shallan would have wanted to sketch it, he was sure. He’d have to invite her along to one of these sessions, if they became a regular occurrence. 

“Very nice,” Adolin said, nodding approvingly as he examined the gleaming length of her weapon. 

He’d seen it before, but never up close or with the ability to take in the details. It was an elegant weapon, like Jasnah herself. Long and slender, with a slight curve to it. 

Jasnah held it comfortably. Because how else would the storming woman hold it? No one had yet managed to discover something Jasnah Kholin was objectively just bad at.

She frowned at this comment, “I haven’t started yet,” she pointed out.

Adolin grinned at her. “That’s a bit arrogant of you, Your Majesty,” he teased. She raised an eyebrow at him, and he added, “I was talking about your sword," he nodded to it, "Very nice indeed.” 

Jasnah glanced at the blade and her usually impassive features displayed a look of momentary surprise.

“Ivory says thank you,” she informed him. A pause, then she continued, “He says that he worked hard on perfecting the design and shape of this form.” 

Adolin nodded his approval. The attention to detail was obvious, and told him a lot about Ivory, and why he worked so well with Jasnah. Jasnah was all about the details. 

A slight crease formed between her eyes as she added, sardonically, “He also wishes me to pass on that he is pleased someone has taken notice. Finally.” She pursed her lips.

That made him smile again. He raised a hand and faked a cough to cover his urge to laugh at his cousin's expression. 

He had never met, or even glimpsed, Jasnah’s spren, except when he was summoned as a blade. According to her he was a private individual, who preferred not to be seen where possible. He sensed there was something deeper to it than what she’d said, but hadn’t pressed the issue.

Still, it was hard not to find Jasnah’s long-suffering tone oddly endearing for what it spoke of regarding their relationship. 

“I see Ivory is a man, uh, spren,” he corrected hastily, “Of fine taste, like myself," he said, with a small bow.

“Yes,” Jasnah replied, with a slight roll of her eyes, “Well if you’re both finished admiring swords for the moment, perhaps we could begin?” 

Adolin blushed slightly at the innuendo, which wasn’t something he was used to hearing from Jasnah. 

“You’ve been spending too much time around Wit,” he muttered, before he could think better of it. 

Fortunately, Jasnah only smiled at that, and made no remark. 

Adolin hastily gestured for her to continue, and concentrated on observing her form, rather than considering the tangled rumours of her and her wit. That was not why he was here. 

There was clearly something practiced about the motions of the kata, but it was obvious she hadn’t trained much, and that whoever had trained her previously hadn’t been very good at correcting small, but obvious, mistakes. 

There was nothing overtly wrong with what she did, but there were obvious improvements to be made that he could spot straight away. 

“Not bad,” he said, moving away from the wall, summoning Maya as he went, so that he could demonstrate, “Your stances have the right shape, but you need to commit to them more.”

He gave her a slight nudge with his elbow as he reached her and she wobbled, which illustrated his point, though she seemed displeased by it. Not at him, he sensed, but at herself.

“Sink down into them,” he said, showing her, “Anchor yourself, like a tree, roots planted deep into the ground.” 

Jasnah studied him for a moment with a critical eye, then replicated what he’d shown her, exaggerating the stance she’d chosen as demonstrated. 

“Good,” Adolin said, nodding in approval, “Alright, your grip, don’t overlap your hands like that, there’s room on the hilt for both hands to rest comfortably. Ivory’s not a bastard.” 

He chuckled to himself at the joke. Jasnah just raised her eyebrows. 

“A bastard sword is another name for a hand-and-a-half,” he explained with a shrug. 

Jasnah sniffed, “I think perhaps you might have been spending too much time around Wit.” 

There was no danger of that. If he wasn’t with Jasnah he was nowhere to be found these days. Adolin didn’t point that out either. Not while Jasnah had a shardblade in her hands, anyway. 

Instead he cleared his throat and carefully corrected the placement of her hands on Ivory’s hilt. 

“Alright, try that,” he said, gesturing for her to repeat the kata she’d just completed. 

“Better,” he said, nodding, “You’re right, by the way,” he told her, as she continued to implement what he’d just shown her, “I don’t recognise this kata. Who taught you?” 

She glanced at him as she turned, then grunted, “Swordmaster Katar," before continuing the sequence.

Adolin frowned, “Elsecalling lets you jump between here and Shadesmar, right?” he said. 

“Yes,” Jasnah replied slowly, seemingly confused by the question. 

“Does it let you jump through time, too?” he said, “Because otherwise I don’t see how Swordmaster Katar trained you. Since I’m pretty sure he’s dead.” 

“He lives on in the books he left behind,” Jasnah said, “As do all great historical figures.” She added, with a slight smirk, "I'm glad at least some of them made enough of an impression for you to take note of them."

Adolin put his hands on his hips, and snorted with laughter, unable to stop himself, “Only you would try to learn dueling from a book, Jasnah,” he said, shaking his head. 

Jasnah drew up at that and replied, blandly, “When I first bonded with Ivory eight years ago, there weren’t a lot of living swordmasters who were willing to train a heretic woman displaying ancient, forbidden powers steeped with negative connotation after the original Knight’s betrayal." She met his eyes and half-shrugged, mildly "I improvised.”

Adolin scratched his nose awkwardly and coughed to cover his momentary embarrassment, “Fair enough,” he muttered, “Given that, you’ve done pretty amazingly, I’m impressed.” 

“And without the context of my…Unorthodox education?” she asked, seeming genuinely curious about the answer. 

“Truthfully?” Adolin said, stalling for time. 

“Always,” Jasnah said, with aching sincerity, because she was Jasnah.

“You suck,” Adolin replied bluntly, unable to find a fancier way of saying it to soften the blow. 

Jasnah just smiled at that, then gestured at him, “Hence the reason you are here with me presently.”

“You have done well on your own,” Adolin told her, honestly, wanting to clarify his words. He hadn't expected her to agree with him, and that had thrown his response a little, "But-”

“But context can only excuse one’s lack of skill so far,” Jasnah supplied smoothly, “Before relying upon it simply becomes an awkward crutch to attempt to justify your inability.” 

“Sure,” Adolin agreed, nodding at her. Did she always have to talk like she was writing a new academic text? Storms. “Let’s get back into it, okay?” he suggested.

Jasnah nodded at once and complied with his instruction without a word. 

It felt very strange to be giving Jasnah orders. Stranger still to be instructing her, and correcting her. And even more strange that she deferred to him on everything and took whatever he said on board without question or hesitation.

After a little while of this, he paused in the middle of a sequence, shaking his head, bemused. Jasnah drew up, noting his expression. 

“What is it?” she asked, straightening up and raising an eyebrow at him. 

“This is just...Weird,” he said, running a hand absently through his hair, unable to find a more eloquent way of putting it. 

“Because I’m a woman?” Jasnah guessed evenly. 

“No,” Adolin said, waving a dismissive hand, “I got over that months ago with Shallan.” 

Jasnah smirked slightly at that, but made no comment. 

“It’s just-” he struggled to find the words to explain his emotions, “It’s you,” he said finally, which he knew wasn’t entirely helpful. “You’re Jasnah,” he added. Which was about as useful as his earlier sentiment. 

“I’m aware of that,” Jasnah replied, slowly, clearly struggling to piece together what he was trying to say. 

“It, well it-” Adolin stammered, feeling as lost as he would have if she'd asked him to summarise Aunt Navani's fabrial lecture for him, grappling with fitting his unwieldy emotions into insubstantial words. 

“It feels strange for me to be teaching you anything," he managed finally, "You’re Jasnah storming Kholin. The world famous scholar. This fantastic thinker, and historian, and all of that," he said, gesturing expansively before he said, voice and hands falling flat, "I’m Adolin, the family idiot, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Silence stretched between them for a long, uncomfortable moment. 

“I think that we should take a short break,” Jasnah announced abruptly, dismissing her blade. 

Adolin decided not to point out that they’d barely been going for an hour, and with Stormlight, there was no way she actually needed a break. If he’d been Zahel he’d have laughed at this suggestion. But he wasn’t. And he knew better.

Jasnah would do what Jasnah wanted to do. She was already heading towards the seating area of her chambers. The easiest thing to do was to thank Maya, then dismiss her and follow his cousin.

Jasnah was pouring them both wine, orange for her, yellow for Adolin, and pushed the cup towards him, settling on the couch and gesturing him to the seat opposite her. 

Sighing, Adolin accepted the cup, and the chair, and sat down as indicated. 

Jasnah was eyeing him over the rim of her own cup, considering him like some dusty historical treatise she was trying to pry secrets from.

“I’ve noticed that you do that a lot, Adolin,” she remarked finally, lowering the cup. 

“What? Drink?” Adolin joked, rather feebly. 

Hastily he raised his own cup and taking a gulp of the wine. It was good. Jasnah had appropriately fine taste. But there was a bad taste in his mouth. Less from the wine, and more from the memories that rose at the mention of indulging in it too often.

“Put yourself down,” Jasnah said bluntly, ignoring his attempt at humour. “Particularly with regards to your own intelligence. You seem overly fond of comparing yourself negatively in that regard to those around you.” 

Adolin shifted uncomfortably in his seat and took another sip of his wine before he answered.

“Kind of hard not to,” he said, aiming to keep his voice light, “I mean there’s you. Aunt Navani, Shallan, Renarin. Wit’s never normally far from you, either. Even the Storming Bridgeboy-” He caught himself, realising he’d probably slipped into sounding more resentful than he’d intended. 

No doubt Jasnah had noticed. But he lounged back in his chair, giving her an easy grin to try and smoothe over the sticky moment.

With a shrug he said, “I’m just surrounded by a lot of really smart people all the time. It’s natural to make comparisons.” 

“Hm,” Jasnah replied, in a way that suggested she didn’t at all believe him, “Yet I don’t see you comparing yourself in other areas. You never remark on your lack of ability to draw while around Shallan, for instance. You don’t talk about the fact you can’t set a fracture when you’re around Kaladin. You’ve never once mentioned not being able to play the flute while around me.” 

“You still play the flute?” he deflected, while actually being vaguely interested in the answer. 

Jasnah, again, ignored him. Which was getting annoying. Shallan was a lot easier to distract and divert off course whenever she mentioned things like this. Which he did every time she tried.

“And you also don’t seem to point out the areas where those around you are lacking, either,” Jasnah continued, with characteristic unavoidable intent. “Even if they also form easy points of comparison. I don’t hear you disparage my lack of ability in the areas of personable conversation. Nor Kaladin’s inability to process failure. Or Shallan’s lack of focus. The only person whose perceived flaws you feel the need to accentuate are your own.”

She raised her eyebrows pointedly at him and settled back in her chair, raising her cup to her lips again, watching to see how he reacted.

Storms. He’d forgotten how sometimes conversing with Jasnah could feel like going to battle. Usually his head hurt less after the actual battles, too. 

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to process what she’d said, and the point she was driving at.

“I guess,” he said, not looking at her, “I guess it’s just...Easy to feel less than surrounded by a bunch of genius Radiants all the time. And you are all smarter than me, you can’t deny that,” he said quickly, pointing at her in accusation.

“No,” Jasnah agreed slowly, “But it’s also not something you should seek to highlight in nearly every conversation.” 

“I don’t-” he began. 

“You do,” Jasnah interrupted, voice surprisingly gentle, yet unyielding as ever. “You always find some way to mention your lack of comparable academic capability. Even in situations where it has little to no relevance. Such as our dueling practice earlier”

Adolin sighed, “I suppose you’d take exception to me pointing out that my lack of, what was it, ‘academic capability’ is really hurting my ability to properly argue with you right now?” 

Jasnah smiled thinly at that, “It would serve to highlight my point rather well, actually. So on this sole occasion, feel free.” 

He groaned, “No offence, but I really hate talking to you sometimes, Jasnah.”  

She inclined her head as if to say she understood, and agreed, with that sentiment. He found that curious about her. Most people shied away from criticism or insults. Jasnah seemed to welcome them, like a rockbud opening up to gorge itself on storm rains. Maybe because so few people were ever brave enough to tell her what they really thought. 

“You could point out that this is an area where I am not particularly skilled,” she said, swirling her wine thoughtfully, “Talking with others. Connecting. Encouraging them to open up. Empathising with their emotions and struggles.” She met his eyes again as she said, lightly, “An area in which you excel, I might add. Perfectly reasonable grounds for one of your comparisons.” 

“I would never say that to you,” he protested without thinking. 

Only after he caught the triumphant glimmer in Jasnah’s eye did he realise that she’d maneuvered him into that to make her point. He glowered at her. 

“Can we get back to dueling again?” he growled, “I have a sudden urge to start hitting you with Maya.” 

She just smiled at him. 

Adolin flopped back in his chair, running a hand through his hair again, “It’s just. It’s hard, Jasnah,” he admitted, his voice softening a little, though he avoided her penetrating gaze as he spoke, “I feel like I blinked and the entire world was pulled out from under me like a rug. I’m still struggling to get back to my feet while the bridgeboy is soaring in the sky, and my wife is infiltrating cults. Oh, and my brother has visions of the future, and my father is communing with the Storming Stormfather. And you’re the most powerful Radiant we have and I’m...Still just me.” 

“I understand,” Jasnah said quietly. 

Adolin snorted before he could stop himself. 

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry, Jasnah,” he said, sitting up and putting a hand on her arm, “I just find it hard to believe that you of all people can possibly understand what this feels like.”

Jasnah was quiet for a moment, tapping her finger on the side of her cup, then she said, “I spent years researching the Desolations. I collected hundreds of fragments from ancient texts detailing everything I could find related to the Radiants, Urithiru, the Voidbringers, and the events that had nearly destroyed mankind. I barely slept, barely stopped, barely rested for years to accumulate all the knowledge I could.” 

“I know,” Adolin said, scratching his head, unsure why she was telling him this, “Shallan told me.” 

Jasnah nodded, then continued, “I was the newest Radiant, I have achieved the highest Ideal of any of the people we’ve found. I am the most practiced with my powers, the most accomplished. At one time I had more knowledge, and more experience, with the Radiants, and the Desolations, than almost anyone else on Roshar.” 

“Isn’t that what I said?” Adolin asked, bemused. 

“Then the Ghostbloods sent assassins after me on the Wind’s Pleasure. I was stabbed through the chest and almost killed and ended up Elsecalling accidentally for the first time and became trapped in Shadesmar,” she went on, tone barely changing, even as she described this traumatic event.

Adolin winced at that. He remembered the reports that had come in claiming the Wind’s Pleasure lost with all hands. At the time he’d been so worried about Shallan he’d barely spared a thought for Jasnah. 

Of course, Aunt Navani’s insistence that she was fine had been a little distracting, but… He should have been more distressed at the news of Jasnah’s presumed death. Even if it had turned out to be false. 

She was family. Even if she was a little odd, and they had never really spent all that much time together or gotten to know each other that well. He was working to change that with her. 

After Elhokar’s death… Well, he had realised how precious his family was. He wanted to make the most of the people he had left.

“Having been lost there yourself, you’re aware it’s not exactly easy to get out. Or to navigate through, particularly without supplies or Stormlight.” 

Adolin nodded, grimacing at the memory. It couldn’t have been easy for Jasnah, trapped there, alone, with no preparation or warning. She’d never really spoken about it to him. Or, as far as he knew, to anyone. 

She’d published accounts of what had happened to her there, and he’d had Shallan read them to him but… They were put across with Jasnah’s usual academic slant. There wasn’t any mention of how she had felt, or how it had affected her. That wasn’t really Jasnah’s way. 

Her voice was softer when she continued, with a sigh, “When I emerged at last it was to find that the Desolation had already come. The Everstorm had been loosed across Roshar, the Singers had awoken. All of my fears had been realised without my even being there to witness them. 

“In my abseence my uncle had refounded the Knights Radiant, with him as the Stormfather’s Bondsmith. My cousin was a budding Radiant, my ward was another, and then there was the bridgeman strutting around like a prized Rhyshadium with my family, seeming to fit more with them than I ever did. It was somewhat overwhelming.” 

Adolin gaped at her. He had never heard Jasnah admit to anything overwhelming her. Ever. Well, except perhaps Aunt Navani. But she could overwhelm a highstorm at times, so that didn’t really count. 

Jasnah was always, well, Jasnah. The model of Alethi regality and dignity. Always composed, always assured, confident, never in doubt or afraid, or any of the things he seemed to feel so often these days. 

She smiled, a little sadly, and said, “I went from being one of the most knowledgeable people to having everyone know the things I had worked so hard to discover. I’d spent years struggling alone. I’d written to leaders across the world and received only scorn, and mistrust. 

“Ivory and I had been alone, struggling to comprehend our powers and our bond. At first I feared that I was going mad. No one else understood. No one else could understand. And so I had to. Then suddenly Radiants were popping up everywhere like rockbuds after a storm. 

“I thought that I was so prepared, and so informed, and in a moment all of that had been for nothing. Everything I had done had been wasted time. It had made no difference. Everyone knew. Everyone knew more than I did, in fact. Everyone had moved on to a world I had feared was coming for so long. And I was left feeling lost and utterly out of my depth.” 

She took a sip of her wine, and her eyes grew more distant, more pained. He had never seen her like this before. As open, as vulnerable, as human as she continued, very quietly.

“Then Kholinar fell. And Elhokar died. And just like that, I became Queen of an empty, broken nation. A scattered, fragmented people. As lost and overwhelmed as I was. But they looked to me, their Queen, their most experienced Radiant, a ‘genius’ as you name me, and expected me to have answers, to be a shining light of salvation in the darkness of the thing I had dreaded for so long. They wanted me to save them, without ever realising I had already tried to do just that. And that I had failed.” 

So looked up and met Adolin’s eyes, her gaze steady, in spite of what she’d just shared with him and said, with a little humourless smile on her lips, “So yes, Adolin. I think I have some idea of what you have been feeling since all of this began.”

Adolin sat, feeling somewhat stunned, as if he’d just been cracked over the head with a Shardbearer’s warhammer again. 

Then he found himself leaning forwards, taking Jasnah’s hand and nodding to her, “Yeah,” he murmured, voice a little hoarse now. “Everything changed so much so fast. Everything except me.” 

She squeezed his hand. Just a brief pulse of her fingers around his, but it somehow gave him courage to say things he’d never been able to properly voice aloud before. 

“I was one of the most important people on Roshar. Shardbearer. Expert duelist. Heir to a princedom. In line to the throne of Alethkar itself,” he reeled off dully.

He shook his head, and downed the rest of his wine. Jasnah wordlessly refilled his cup for him, and he nodded his thanks to her before continuing. 

“Then the world ended. And there were Storming Knight’s Radiant again. And my father was one. And my brother was one. And my fiancee was one. And my returned-from-the-dead-cousin was one,” he said, gesturing emphatically towards her, “And my bridgeboy was one, too, because of course he storming is.” he went on, waving his cup around so much that a little of the wine slopped over the rim. They both pretended not to notice. “And I was just...Some guy with a dead spren and no place in this new ending world.” 

He met Jasnah’s eyes and gently squeezed her hands as he added, “Then Elhokar died. I failed him. And I failed Kholinar. We only got out of that mess because of my father-” he broke off, clenching his fist and turning away. 

Jasnah let him sit quietly for a moment, gazing vaguely off into space, brooding. There was darkness inside him. No one ever seemed to see that. He never wanted to let it show. But it was there. And it was swirling to the surface now, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop it. 

“My father,” he said, very quietly, still not sure if he wanted to fall into this chasm, “Who killed my mother.” 

His voice caught and he was forced to swallow hard to clear the sudden lump in his throat so he could speak again. And when he did he found that he couldn’t stop.

Because he met Jasnah’s eyes again and knew that she, too, had dark thoughts she never wanted the world to see. There was a strange connection being forged between them. An understanding he’d never thought to find, or even look for, with her. But he felt that she understood, and would not condemn him for the words that started pouring out of his mouth like poison.

“And he wrote a storming book about it and told the world what he’d done. How he- What he-” He broke off again, but made himself keep going, “What he did. How he visited the Nightwatcher and she took his memories of her. Or, or a god took his memories of her, because they hurt him so much after what he’d done and I-” 

He balled his hands into fists and pounded them against his knees as the teras pressed behind his defiantly closed eyes. 

Through clenched teeth, he forced himself to get out, “As though he was the only one suffering. As though I was fine. As though I wasn’t in agony every storming day after she died.” 

Something broke in him then. Something that had been fraying for a long time. And he couldn’t hold it back anymore. 

“And it was his fault! He should have felt pain. He should have felt guilt. He should have felt every storming thing that was killing him after what he did because he deserved it. I didn’t. Renarin didn’t. But there was nothing there to take our pain away. We didn’t even have him. We lost both of our parents that night, and he didn’t even seem to care. Still doesn’t. He only thinks about what it cost him. What he lost. What he took away from the world. And from me.”

“I’m sorry, Adolin,” Jasnah said quietly, “I know that you still miss her.” 

“Of course I still miss her!” Adolin snapped, then winced at how loudly he had said that. He sighed, clenching and unclenching his hands several times, like a heartbeat, then said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” 

Jasnah just nodded, wordless acceptance of his apology.

He set his jaw, then took another sip of wine, finishing his second cup. But when Jasnah made to refill it again he shook his head. He kept the cup in his hands so he could fidget with it, but he didn’t want more wine. He didn’t want- He didn’t want to be the man who needed it to get through something difficult. He didn’t want to be his father. Not anymore. 

“I still love him,” Adolin mumbled, “Even after what he did. He’s my father. And he- I can see that he’s trying to be a better man. She saw that in him, you know.” 

He looked up and saw Jasnah frown slightly, struggling to follow his confused, meandering thoughts. He didn’t blame her. 

“My mother,” he explained, wiping his nose on the back of his hand without really noticing what he was doing. “She was a good person. And she saw a good person in him, too. And she was right. She just-” 

He was crying now, jaw gritted against it, unwilling, but the tears were still coming. He wasn’t sure when he’d started. He supposed that it didn’t really matter. And with that realisation came the freedom to just..Cry. 

His mother would never have chided him for that, for his emotions. She would have welcomed them. Even angry, bitter, grief-drenched tears. The bad feelings couldn’t be kept inside of him, they would make him sick. And they would. They had made his father sick. So sick he’d had to beg a god to heal him.

“Why did she have to die before he listened to her?” he blurted, not expecting an answer from Jasnah. Not expecting an answer at all. Just needing to put voice to the things that had tormented him for so long. “Why did he have to storming kill her before he could become the man she always knew that he could be? Why couldn’t he have been that man for her? The man she deserved? Because she- She deserved better than the man that he was. There. I’ve said it.” 

He turned away from Jasnah, rubbing at his eyes, hoping, stupidly, that she might not have seen his tears. That was pretty impossible, given that she’d been staring right at him, and she was more perceptive than a skyeel spotting rats on the crowded streets of a city sometimes. 

And given that he was doing nothing short of openly weeping at this point. But Jasnah made no comment. Just silently handed him a silk handkerchief she had in a pocket.

“She was a good person, Adolin,” Jasnah agreed softly, “And you are her son. As much as you are your father’s.” She paused, then said, “More.” 

Adolin cleared his throat and sniffed several times before meeting her eyes.

She nodded, answering his unspoken question, confirming for him. 

Then she said, “She used to do the same thing that you do now, you know.” 

He frowned slightly at that, “What?” 

“She would compare herself to the other women of the court. Say how she was not as smart, nor as cunning, as they were, that she lacked their skill in politics, and Alethi scheming.”

“She was a better woman than all of them,” Adolin whispered, wiping his eyes again, “She had a good heart. She was gentle, and kind, and loving. She saw the best in everyone, and everything, even when they’d shown her nothing but the worst parts of them. She always believed things could be better, that we could be better. That’s what she taught me, and Renarin. And she was right. She-” 

He broke off, meeting Jasnah’s eyes again, and found that glimmer in them. She nodded slowly to him, and he swallowed, but nodded back to her, understanding passing between them.

“You are more like her than you allow yourself to be, Adolin,” Jasnah observed quietly. “You have her heart. But you hide it behind your own perception of all the things you’re doing wrong. All the things you aren’t good at. You ignore your greatest strengths to dwell upon your flaws. Until that becomes a flaw itself. It’s holding you back from the man that you could be. The man you should become.”

“When I was younger, I wanted so badly to be like my father,” Adolin said quietly. “I wanted to be the Blackthorn. I wanted to fight alongside him on the Plains. I wanted to see the greatness that everyone spoke about when they talked about him. The unstoppable Shardbearer. The undefeated warlord. I thought he was the best a man could be, the best thing I could ever aspire to be.” 

“And now?” Jasnah prompted gently. 

Adolin clenched his fist in his lap and stared into the candle flame flickering on the table between them, “Now that’s the monster who killed my mother,” he whispered, with a naked condemnation he hadn’t dared approach before. Not even in his own thoughts. “And thousands of other innocent people. And the less like him I am the better I’ll be. The better Alethkar will be, too.” 

He paused, then looked up at Jasnah, realisation sparking in him.

“That’s what’s wrong, isn’t it?” he said quietly, “What we are, what we do? We- We focus on the wrong things. On how good we are at killing and conquering. Or how accomplished our women are at scheming, and manipulating people.” He met Jasnah’s eyes and said, “That’s what you’re trying to change, isn’t it?” 

“No, cousin,” she said, actually reaching out and taking his hands, “That is what we are going to change,” she said, firmly. 

Adolin squeezed her hands and nodded, “We will,” he agreed. 

Jasnah smiled at that, not her usual, small, guarded little smirk, a full smile, her eyes dancing, her intent clear. And Adolin found himself smiling with her. 

As one, they stood, and embraced. Without any reluctance or ginger back patting on Jasnah’s part this time.

As they drew away, Adolin eyed her. “I think Wit has been rubbing off on you,” he observed, giving her a wry smile. 

Jasnah pulled back, frowning at that, “What do you mean?” 

“This feels like the kind of thing he’d do,” Adolin said, shrugging, “From what Shallan and Kal have said to me about the times he’s popped up to give them cryptic advice when they’ve needed to talk about stuff.” 

Jasnah sniffed, “I don’t think anything about that conversation was ‘cryptic’, Adolin. Nor was it intended to be.” 

“That’s true,” Adolin said, nodding, “If it had been Wit he’d have told me a three hour story about how chulls shouldn’t judge themselves on how good they are at flying by comparing themselves to skyeels or. Something.”

Jasnah smiled at that, and her expression softened in a way Adolin had never seen from her before. 

He paused, wondering if he dared ask her if the rumours surrounding her and Wit were true. 

Then the softened expression dropped from her face as she turned back towards him looking decidedly more business-like, and he decided that he didn’t dare. 

She might be his cousin, and they might have just bonded over things he’d never dreamed she of all people could have the experience to understand. But no.

Adolin Kholin might not be able to name all seventeen varieties of fingermoss, or have any idea how fabrials worked, but he was not stupid.

***

[probably-correct-cosmere-quotes]

Adolin: until I fell in love with Kaladin, I thought my attraction to men was purely physical Jasnah: So you were gay and then you realised you were even more gay

[doomsyra-the-destroyer]

Stormlight Archive characters as stupid things my friends and i have said out loud

Kaladin: “some of the carcasses are dead... WAIT! All of them are dead!”

Shallan: “She’s the opposite of comedic relief. She is sexual tension”

Adolin: “I’m just really good [dramatic pause] at talking about farts”

Dalinar: “maybe if we were smarter we wouldn’t be so stupid”

Jasnah: “ah... this is the sound of our minds working. Funny, I’ve never heard it before”

Navani: “like, how much can you determine from a burnt nut worth of data?”

Syl: “spiritually, i am the size of a whale”

Renerin: “as soon as i get these braces off I will be more powerful than god”

Lopen: “i may be an idiot, but i am also an isotope”

Rock: “what would happen if you fried a carrot? that would just be depressing”

Pattern: “h is such an ugly letter. It’s like n but has a weird growth”

Teft: “That one looks high, but i think he’s just tired”

[zoya-nazyalantsov]

more stormlight archive doodles bc i’m literally obsessed

[cosmerelists]

Stormlight Characters! Shallan and Jasnah are dating! How do you react?

We’ve already imagined reactions to Shallan/Kaladin and Kaladin/Adolin. Let’s continue the series (?) by considering how people might react if Shallan started dating Jasnah!

Adolin: Is it odd for me to lose Shallan to the person who arranged my engagement to Shallan in the first place?

Adolin: Yes, a little!

Adolin: But, I mean, it’s Jasnah. Who can blame her, really?

Navani: That engagement was originally intended as a way to bind Shallan to the Kholin house.

Navani: Ah, Jasnah. Always deciding to just do things herself. 

Balat: And to think this all started because we sent you to steal that Soulcaster, Small One.

Wikim: Love is a strange thing!

Jushu (muttering): Especially in our family. 

Veil: I-I was kidding about only liking dumb women, of course! I am thrilled and not at all intimidated!

Radiant: As someone vaguely modeled after Jasnah, I feel very happy for Shallan!

Radiant: What was once but a splinter personality with slighter larger boobs is now Shallan’s reality! 

Dalinar: I remember when Shallan suggested that Jasnah be made queen.

Dalinar: And now Shallan is dating the queen.

Dalinar: I won’t dwell on it. 

Kabsal: Wow. So, I REALLY read that situation wrong!

Amaram: OHHHH... so THAT’S why Jasnah was never interested in me!

Amaram: I am so happy it was just that and no other reason!

Amaram: Why is everyone looking at me like that?!

Elhokar: Shallan was very brave during the mission to Kholinar, and she’s a Lightweaver just like I almost was!

Elhokar: I bet she’s WAY more trustworthy than my wife was! 

Ivory: Surprise is.

Ivory: Jasnah is logical. Shallan is...not.

Pattern: Mmmm...humans say opposites attract.

Pattern: But by that, they mean people with a notable differences in personalities and not things that are actually opposites at all!

Pattern: Mmm...delicious human lies...

Ivory: ...

Ivory: Jasnah’s partners...why must they always be Lightweavers?

Hoid: Of course, as an immortal, I am used to my relationships having expiration dates!

Hoid: So I am totally fine with Jasnah leaving me for Shallan!

Design: More depression noodles?

Hoid: YES PLEASE

[robertdowneysoft]

[myshipsareendgame]

My brain: Ok so what do you want to cry about today?

Me: The way Adolin Kholin cares for:

Shallan Davar, now Kholin (bless the Oathbringer endgame)- the way he comforts her, the way he makes sure she is physically alright- when he asks about her period, when he knows she’s lying about not needing rest after fighting the Unmade for the first time, when he gives her a pony to ride on and doesn’t want to her to get inflammation of muscle so he gets her a carriage; when he makes sure no one disturbs her in her room when they find Urithiru, the way he finds blankets for her...

Do not even get me started on the way he makes sure she is emotionally okay... THE WAY HE MAKES SURE HER EMOTIONS ARE OKAY MAKES MY EMOTIONS NOT BE OKAY! OKAY?

When he compliments her drawings... I love those moments. Let this be known that he loved those drawings before he ever knew her, heard of her. In TWoK Jasnah and Dalinar communicate by spanreed and Jasnah sends one of Shallan’s drawings. Adolin is the first one to compliment them and later on is always shown to be highly impressed by them. I’m just saying that if they were living in our time, Adolin would 100% make an art exhibition of her paintings, he would make an art room just for her, he would pose for her...

I don’t care if you ship them or not, (even though you absolutely should because they’re just *chefs kiss* OTP material) Shallan is one of the most important people in his life and he cares for her so much. We got so much Adolin x lighteyed women content in TWoK and it was all just something shallow and without feelings or caring, but Shallan is the only girl who Adolin could ever allow himself to care for this way because she’s special. There’s no debate in that.

Anyway, I’m gonna go and uh... well cry about them.

[vergi1ius]

Notes on Rhythm of War

Well that had more twists and turns than the chasms of the Shattered Plains.

1. Minor note that bugged me: Gavinor talked *way* too mature for his age. Mostly in that his sentence structures were way too complex.

2. I can’t believe Sanderson managed to somehow redeem Roshone. Dude really stepped up in a crisis -- not in a way that made him suddenly perfect, but in a way that demonstrated he was clearly growing toward something better.

3. New Shard names yay

4. Fascinated by all these new Lights. I’m not quite sure where Lifelight is supposed to come from, nor Voidlight. A comment from Venli seems to say Voidlight comes from a ritual prayer, which seems to imply it��s directly bestowed by Odium, which has... implications.

5. That Raboniel thought Storm and Void Light were opposites for so long seems odd to me. Where did Lifelight fit into that? On the one hand, it seems so rare that she might have passed over it; on the other hand, given she obtains some for Navani (from where, though?) and she’s aware of its Tone, clearly it must feature somewhere in her theories.

6. I wonder precisely when Odium integrated so much into Roshar. My first guess would be around the time of the Recreance, given that’s when the Sibling is first weakened. My other guess would be when Odium first arrived, or when the Singers accepted him, though that seems rather too early. But most likely it was something building up for a long, long time.

7. While Raboniel and Navani see the implications in anti-Lights for ending the war, I think Wit foresees something terrible from this creation (as per his discussion with Jasnah on the battlefield). In particular, the explosive force of combining a Light and its anti-Light is very likely to change the scope of warfare.

8. Wit is hilarious and I will quote everything he says.

9. Ace Jasnah confirmed. (I might have prefered aroace Jasnah, but whatevs)

10. FUCK YOU MOASH YOU BASTARD.

11. RIP Teft. I’m seriously gonna miss him.

12. I love that Kaladin’s Plate has Bridge Four on it.

13. “Journey before destination, you bastard.” This book has so many good one-liners.

14. Interesting that Urithiru’s defenses don’t work on the Honorblades. Also, Moash survives again >:( At least 1) He didn’t get out in one piece and 2) The new management deals with him differently.

15. After hearing Ash’s account of Ishar, it probably shouldn’t surprise me all the shit he’s gotten up to. Perhaps one could hope that between leading the exodus to Roshar, creating the Oathpact, and leading the defense in the Desolations, he might have become a better person: but it rather seems he’s retained some of his greatest moral weaknesses or else reverted to some earlier state of mind. Given hints from Dalinar, though, there may very well be something else at play.

16. Holy shit a Herald can fight.

17. Being able to manipulate Connections is rather terrifying. But I still feel like we’re only seeing the tip of the iceberg as to what Ishar (and other surges) can do.

18. It seems clear to me that Ishar is bringing radiant spren into the Physical Realm by essentially rewiring their Connection to the Physical Realm, so that they essentially *become* Physical. Thus why those whose bodies are already more realistic survive better, and why spren like Cryptics come out looking so different: in particular, translating a Cryptic’s head into something physically possible is just too difficult.

19. That being said, while I’m fairly confident on *how*, I’m still not sure on *why*. I suspect he might be trying to either 1) force bonds with spren (though why not just adjust the Connection on a spren I don’t know) 2) find a way to kill sprens or spren-like beings (such as the Fused) 3) somehow extract surge powers. But Ishar does seem to be interested in how long he can keep them alive.

20. Wow. A line I’d thought was just a throwaway lie in WoR coming back in a terrifying way. It does make me wonder whether that was a (unintentially true) falsehood from Taravangian, or if he was actually being honest.

21. Also holy shit Cultivation. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the sheer amount of planning this must have taken her.

22. Like, seriously, the amount of planning to ensure that everything’s in place at a specific day and a specific moment, is just kinda staggering. I may have to do another post just to figure out all the pieces that Cultivation had to have in use at once.

23. That being said, that Taravangian 1) took up the same name (and therefore Intent) as Rayse and 2) hasn’t apparently changed Odium’s game plan at all leaves me very, very worried. On the one hand, Taravangian seems to be much craftier than Rayse (possibly in part because he’s new to the role, though that may be a double-edged sword); on the other hand, Taravangian’s goals seem to be different than Rayse’s (I don’t think “galactic conquest” is what most people have in mind when they say “save them all”, but props for at least having the good of those he conquers in mind rather than his own ambitions). I also suspect that Taravangian would be willing to absorb the other Shards, or even leave them alive if they will cooperate with him (or if he can’t absorb them and can find a cooperative Vessel).

24. Given that Taravangian is going through all the same motions as Rayse, I’m a little curious as to what Cultivation is doing and what she thinks of this. Though perhaps now that Rayse is dead she doesn’t feel the need to intervene in the war (given how little the other Shards seem to involve themselves in the international politics on their worlds).

25. YES Adolin x Maya!!!

26. That the Radiants of the Recreance discussed things with their spren, and that the spren agreed to their plan, seems like something we really should have seen coming. I’m a little less surprised about in universe, given that 1) most humans didn’t understand the nature of the Nahel bond and 2) none of the spren bonded were able to explain their reasoning. Or that none of those involved actually knew what they were getting into by breaking their oaths (or, perhaps as they thought they were doing, *ending* their oaths).

27. Over 2000 honorspren. That’s a full level of magnitude more than what we’d been led to believe had been killed from previous books. It makes me wonder 1) what happened to the spren of those who hadn’t reached the level for a blade yet and 2) *where are all those blades*?

28. I’ve been kinda wondering this about honorium, but where does one find raysium, and what about tanavast-ium and cultivation-ium? And how exactly do all three work / interact with the world?

[moiraineswife]

Independence - A Vivenna/Jasnah Fic

Look what y’all have done to me. Your corrupting influence has brought me here. (This is a lie I brought myself here but like, do you blame me!?) 

MAJOR OATHBRINGER SPOILERS 

Title: Independence 

Summary: Vivenna and Jasnah meet for the first time, with bonus Adolin/Jasnah interaction. Think of this as like...A short prologue to the other fics I may or may not write in future depending. 

Teaser: “Next time you might not be so lucky!” Adolin persisted. 

The wretched boy had inherited his mother’s goodness and his father’s bull-headed stubbornness. The result was...Rather infuriating. 

“I assure you that luck had nothing to do with it,” she sniffed.

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“Jasnah?” The door to her make-shift office in Urithiru opened.

“Mm?”she replied, without looking u p from the letter she was writing.

“I’ve been thinking,” Adolin said, taking the seat opposite her without invitation, indicating he was planning on remaining here for some time. Excellent.

“A novelty,” she replied mildly. Adolin rolled his eyes. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards in a faint smile.

“I’ve been thinking,” he pressed on determinedly, “About your safety.”

Not again.

“No.”

Adolin paused for a moment, clearly thrown by this response. “You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” he said irritably.

“I do,” she replied evenly. “The same thing you’ve said the last twelve times this issue has been raised. The answer is still no, Adolin.”

“You can’t ignore this, Jasnah. You’re a queen now,” he told her, as though the crown on her head wasn’t an ever present reminder of the burden that she carried. A burden that, like the crown itself, seemed to grow heavier by the day.

“I am aware,” she replied curtly. “It means that I’m very busy, and that I always have a lot to do,”she said this rather pointedly, hoping he would take the hint and leave her be.

Adolin being Adolin just blustered on. He was like a highstorm. There was no stopping him, she just had to wait him out.

“Someone tried to kill you yesterday,” he said, both hands braced on her desk as he half-rose to his feet in his agitation. It was as though he thought it might have slipped her mind.

“Yes,” she agreed, “Poorly.” It truly had been a rather woeful attempt. Lacking utterly in skill, coordination, talent, not to mention originality. Yet everyone around her insisted on treating it as a far larger issue than she considered it to be. She had already taken steps to ensure that no-one would be able to threaten her in the same way again. The matter was settled, as far as she was concerned.

“As you see, Adolin,” she pressed on, shuffling papers on her desk and preventing him speaking again, “I am in excellent health in spite of that.”

“Next time you might not be so lucky!” Adolin persisted.

The wretched boy had inherited his mother’s goodness and his father’s bull-headed stubbornness. The result was...Rather infuriating.

“I assure you that luck had nothing to do with it,” she sniffed.

Adolin growled impatiently, reminding her irresistibly of Dalinar.

“Next time you might die,” he snapped. “Contrary to popular belief, you’re not perfect, Jasnah.”

“I’m aware.”

“You can’t be completely alert to every possible danger all the time,” he went on. She had hoped that if he insisted on raising this subject with her again, he’d at least have had the courtesy to prepare different arguments. Alas...

“I’ve managed very well up to now, and have received no evidence that would encourage me to change my position,” she told him matter-of-factly.

“Evidence?” he repeated, voice low and uncharacteristically grim. “Was Elhokar not ‘evidence’ enough for you, Jasnah?”

That caused her to look up at him for the first time, feeling as though he had just slapped her. After all her work, all the care she had taken all those years to keep him, keep them all safe...She had failed. Adolin flushed slightly under her gaze. His expression was defiant, though tinged with shame at the line he had crossed.  

He reached across the desk to take her hand which she instinctively pulled away. Then felt guilty. Only Adolin could make her feel that way, though he knew perfectly well she rarely responded well to such gestures.

He didn’t make an issue of it, however, he only said, “I’ve been to too many funerals recently.” She looked into his intense blue eyes and the profound sorrow there told her that was true. He was still so young, but had lost so many. Too many. As had she. “I don’t want yours to be next.”

Storms he was relentless.

“I do not want guards,” she said flatly.

The very thought of it made her uncomfortable. Men following her everywhere she went, looming over her at every moment. Frankly, she’d rather be assassinated. No matter how he argued or pushed, she would not have that.  

“But-“ Adolinbegan, hopefully, but she had finally lost patience with this.

“The situation has not changed,” she said, with finality in her tone that typically sent men running. “My position has not changed. The result, therefore, has not changed either. No guards, Adolin.”

There was silence but for the deliberate scratching of her pen as she forced herself to return to her letter for almost a full ten seconds before Adolin said, “How about just one guard?”

She opened her mouth to snap a retort but stopped when she realised he was completely serious.

“Adolin-“ she began, warningly.

“At least meet them!” he said, a note of pleading in his voice as he scrambled eagerly to his feet.

“You brought them here? Now?” she demanded, half-exasperated, half-resigned. Of course he had.

“They’re just outside,” he replied, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Shall I-“ he gestured towards the door.

She sighed.

“Yes, very well,” she said. Anything to get rid of him so that she could get on with her work.

Adolin pulled the door open and bowed whoever waited without inside with a dramatic flourish.

The soldier entered, stepped right into the centre of the room, and bowed low to Jasnah.

“Your majesty. My name is Azure.”

[diabolicalworldwriter]

what is instagram.

before I posted "relationship advice with kalmoash" for the first time, kaladin x moash/kalmoash/similar tags literally did not exist as tags. (y'all can decide how to feel about that, I just thought it was funny and that it made it clear how different tumblr is, where I see that tag quite regularly lol)

I posted adolin fanart yesterday and was shocked to find how few posts are tagged as fanart of him. poor adolin, who we love. (after some investigation there's not much of shallan either, so either people don't know how to tag or people do not love my children :/)

now today I found out one of the memers I follow unironically and avidly ships Jaswit and denies jasnah's canon asexuality. I. what am I doing on there lmao.

(i don't consider myself able to ship very well since I just go "eh. make each other happy." whenever someone's in a relationship or could be, but. wat. wat is the instagram fandom.)