#anti stormlight archive

[dayscapism]

Brando Sando defenders should learn the difference between theology and criticism of religion/faith. Also learn to understand thematic undertones and subtlety...

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Vasher I know you miss your wife but I feel like there's better ways to keep her memory alive than continuing to invent new and exciting WMDs.

[uinferno]

The handful of Moash scenes in Wind and Truth made me realize that the man is like... incredibly petty. And not even in the sense that his grievances are baseless, but in his propensity to make everyone's decisions and conflicts all about him. From projecting every disagreement as an extension of his personal issues to the kind of behavior where if you don't answer his texts quickly enough because you're driving through bum fuck nowhere that it must be because you actually hate him and are backstabbing bastard who purposely ignores him on the second Thursday following the cancelation of his favorite TV show, even if it was a much more innocent mistake or if you never really took him into account at all.

The assumption that every single member of Bridge 4 must all love the monarchy by shear proxy and while many of them may be complacent, also... also, for one he only really told Kaladin about the situation, and for two, by the time everyone else even got the opportunity to hear about what went down when he tried to assassinate Elhokar, the situation already imploded so terribly that any hope of replicating it would be foolhardy. Like I think even the most anti-monarchal person hearing about that would take his massive fucking L and think "We should try something a little bit different."

I think he's genuinely the kind of person where being forgotten is a greater insult than being hated. Which honestly makes Kaladin's "Yeah, I've stopped caring about what Moash is doing" at the very beginning of Wind and Truth hilarious.

This ^^^ is how you get to him.

[moash]

really not liking how the darkeyes lighteyes stuff has really just devolved into “the lighteyes in charge have fixed all the problems and now occasionally lighteyes will make comments about how racism is bad and they feel so bad about participating in it for years as if it’s something they were equally subjected to and not a system they upheld and we never hear from darkeyes about it ever” lol

[vanilla-vivillon]

In response to a lot of Syladin discourse on r/cremposting

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

Vasher on Wind and Truth day 9: okay so what have I missed

*several folks explaining the occupation, probably one of them Lirin considering that Vasher in the hospital right now (not that he needs to be)

Lift: and then while Navani and Raboniel made something she's calling anti light and she also made anti void light and if you put anti light in to a dagger made out of raysium it kills spren and then that was used to--

Vasher: wait hang on

Lift: and then Navani used the dagger with anti void light to kill Raboniel and it was sad because the two became friends or something while studying light and investiture wait how many 't' sounds are in that word you know it sounds like you're saying--

Vasher: HANG ON. you are saying that Navani and a scholar she was close to made a powerful weapon that destroyed investiture and then she had to kill the scholar she was close to and possibly in love with? This is what you are telling me?

Lift: yeah basically but you didn't answer my question do you think it's weird that the word investiture sounds like that

Vasher: *having flashbacks*

-alt people get news that navani's back during this conversation and now the various surgeons are panicking because Vasher you were just tortured for well over a month you can't go running through Urithriu

[crookedkingdom]

my thoughts on syladin:

[sweatersexual]

"I'm just saying, if you started seeing someone new then people wouldn't be making up rumors about you and Syl."

"They're WHAT?"

Shallan rolled her eyes. "Apparently some people think a spren would only take on a closer resemblance to a human woman in order to get with a human man."

Syl gave an answering eye roll. "Of course. No other reason at all."

"But it makes no sense!" Kaladin insisted.

Syl folded her arms. "Doesn't it?"

"Wait. This feels like a trap. No matter what I say you'll either make me out to be a pervert, or that I don't think you're pretty enough to start an illicit affair."

"Oh, I would definitely be the one starting it."

"Heralds alive, Syl!"

[truthwatcher-vez]

ask game: 9 with rlainarin? ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

For ash-sokia, for the write a kiss ask game #9: a kiss in public. 

Author's Note: This fic started out light-hearted and then took a more serious turn during the writing process.  Many, many thanks to cosmere-play, rysn and Priscellie for beta-reading!

Content warnings for classism, speciesism, prejudice

Renarin fidgeted nervously as he and Rlain neared their destination for the evening, a classy new winehouse that had just opened up in an upscale part of the Breakaway market.  It was similar to the establishment on the Shattered Plains where Adolin and Shallan had first gone out together.  When Renarin had heard about the winehouse, it had seemed like a good choice for their first public date.  …Well, a first date somewhere outside of the usual haunts frequented by the members of Bridge Four.  Renarin had heard that this winehouse was supposed to have a relaxing atmosphere and a truly impressive list of wines.

Rlain had initially seemed hesitant about the idea, but ultimately he had given in to Renarin’s enthusiasm, and had agreed they should give it a try.

Renarin was so caught up in his own nerves that he almost didn’t notice the odd look that the master-servant at the door gave him as she double-checked his reservation.  As they were being shown to a table, Renarin thought he could feel her staring at his back.  There were whispers at the tables surrounding them, and someone sniggered.  Renarin flushed and tried to ignore it.  He’d grown too comfortable in Adolin’s shadow when he was among other Alethi lighteyes, forgetting how much Adolin’s presence protected him from being targeted as the ‘strange Kholin’.

Renarin took his time reviewing the wine lists, which were written out in Alethi glyphs as well as women’s script.  Rlain professed that he found the number of choices overwhelming, and asked Renarin for advice.  Renarin gladly obliged.  As he began sharing his expertise regarding all of the different wines, something in him began to relax.  Rlain listened attentively, offering questions here or there, and eventually they settled on some specialty wines from northern Azir.  A glass of sapphire for Renarin and a red for Rlain.

The wine really was excellent, and the alcohol took the edge from Renarin’s nervousness.  As the two of them continued to make comfortable small talk, Rlain raised a hand in a tentative gesture to request a refill of his water goblet.  Renarin noticed immediately when the signal was overlooked by the winehouse staff.  He followed up by flagging a servant himself, and the man quickly came over with a pitcher and refilled their glasses.  A little while later, the same thing happened again.  Then Renarin ordered them another round of wine--orange this time in accordance with the Codes.  Another master-servant brought Renarin’s wine over quickly.  Rlain’s… didn’t arrive.

Oh.  What was happening finally began to sink in.  The looks and the whispers hadn’t been about him.  Or they hadn’t entirely been about him.  Rlain had known, or had suspected this would happen.  He’d expressed hesitancy when they’d first discussed the winehouse--pointing out that darkeyes typically wouldn’t be allowed into such a place, and singers had the darkest eyes of all.  Renarin had brushed off the concern at the time, responding that Rlain was a Knight Radiant now, and Radiants belonged to a class all their own.

Apparently, not everyone agreed with that sentiment.

He was suddenly deeply mortified, because he hadn’t really spared a second thought about the situation from Rlain’s perspective.  Renarin had wanted to go out so that they could have a good time together, but he had caused Rlain pain without meaning to. 

“I’m sorry,” Renarin said abruptly, with genuine remorse.  “I didn’t mean for our date to turn out like this.”  He reached across the table and took both of Rlain’s hands in his own.

Apparently, not everyone had heard the new gossip that Dalinar Kholin’s son and the listener from Bridge Four were openly courting, either.  A brightlady at a nearby table gasped and visibly recoiled from them, shockspren forming and breaking in the air around her head.  Behind her, a master-servant on the way to deliver wine to another patron forgot her training and nearly fumbled her tray as she stared.  And at yet another table, an elderly brightlord in Bethab colors muttered something harshly under his breath, his brows drawing downward as he attracted a bevy of aversionspren.

That was the very last straw.  Something in Renarin snapped, filling him with fury.  It didn’t often show itself, but he had his father’s temper.  Having to witness the insults to Rlain, and to the two of them together, was absolutely intolerable.

Renarin slid his chair out from the table with a long scraping sound that made conversations trail off and drew every eye in the winehouse.  Then he rose and walked around the side of the table to stand over Rlain, placing a hand firmly on the back of his chair.  He left a trail of bubbling angerspren in his wake.

The listener eyed him suspiciously.  “What are you…?”

Renarin drew in a deep breath as he scanned the entire room.  Then he attempted to channel his cousin Jasnah as he spoke out loudly, letting the tone of his voice drop to match the temperature of the snow caps outside the tower.

“The wine here is good, and the selection is excellent.  But the service is appalling, and the ambiance is even worse.  A brightlord’s guest is a brightlord’s guest, deserving to be treated with dignity and respect.  No one here is in any position to dare question whom a brightlord of the second dahn chooses to invite out for the evening.  Especially when that guest is a storming war hero and a Knight Radiant.”

Renarin looked down at Rlain’s upturned face, and raised his other hand to cup his cheek.  He spared a moment to hope that he wasn’t being too presumptuous, then he stooped down and firmly kissed him.

The kiss was chaste, determined, defiant.  He meant it to be a deliberate message to everyone else in the room.  You can’t ignore us and we’re not going anywhere.  This is something you’re just going to have to get used to.

Rlain went very still--not drawing away, but not exactly reciprocating either.  It caused a bit of Renarin’s anger to slide sideways.  You’re doing this wrong, he told himself critically.  He’d been attempting to help, but had just wound up messing things up, as always. 

Then the listener’s quiet humming changed subtly, shifting to something calmer.  Rlain leaned in and returned the kiss, and Renarin felt himself relax marginally.

When Renarin drew himself back up to his full height again, he quickly spotted the man whose clothing marked him as the head master-servant of the winehouse.  He glared and gestured pointedly down at Rlain’s wineglass, still sitting empty on the table.  The man got the message, and another master-servant quickly scurried over with the missing goblet of orange wine.    

Renarin returned to his seat, his anger slowly dissipating.  He felt the weight of Rlain’s gaze on him as the listener sipped at his wine, and it caused a flush to rise in his face.  “I’m sorry,” Renarin apologized again, as the ambient noise of the winehouse began to resume.  “I probably should have handled that differently.”

“Probably,” Rlain agreed mildly.  The cadence of the word was unfamiliar, and Renarin wished he understood enough about the rhythms to know which one Rlain was attuning right now.  “Still, you chose to speak up, to a room full of lighteyes.  I…no one’s ever really done that for me before.”  Slowly, he extended a hand across the table.  Renarin reached out and took it, twining their fingers together.

Renarin had acted out of anger in the moment, drawing everyone’s attention to them without even asking Rlain what he wanted.  That had been a mistake.  They were courting now, and situations like this would almost certainly happen again.  Moving forward, he resolved to do better.

As they continued to drink their wine in silence, Rlain spoke again.  “In my experience, people don’t change unless they’re given a reason.  I love Bridge Four, but they never would have let me carry a spear if I hadn’t made a point of asking first.”  He looked up and met Renarin’s eyes.  “So yes, I’m willing to make lighteyes uncomfortable if it causes some of them to confront their own perceptions of the singers.  If there’s a chance that it results in one tiny step towards singers being more accepted at Urithiru.”

Renarin nodded thoughtfully. Then he smiled at Rlain.  “Making lighteyes uncomfortable is kind of my specialty.”

Rlain smiled back at him.  “I appreciate that. Now why don't we take a look at the wine list again.  I’d be interested in trying that vintage from Tu Bayla….”

[cosmereclysmic]

If emotional pain feels like physical pain could you replicate Odium-numbing-Moash levels of numbing with a Painrial? 🤔🤔🤔

[shouldprobablybereading]

[purple-egg-yolk]

Spoilers for wat about wit and jasnah;

So Wit was listening to anti hero when he was writing his breakup letter reply, right?

[sfaira]

In the light of tumblr's betrayal in the anti AI war, and another digital home for my art being destroyed let me remind you I am equally active on my bluesky account.

I don't know how the future looks for me here - I don't care enough to delete everything I ever posted, and I don't know yet if I will leave - depends on how much of a wasteland this place will become. But it's very possible, since asking for reblogs will be risky now. For sure all my art going on will be nightshaded, so again, if you want pictures in better quality, go over to bluesky where I might post non-poisoned version sometimes, for quality's sake.

[uinferno]

If Vasher is in fact the one who made Gavilar's anti-Light then this man has invented 2 completely unrelated weapons of mass destruction.

Walk with me.

Anti-Light is very clearly the investiture equivalent of antimatter. Like antimatter, which has the same "mass" as regular just opposite charge, anti-Light has the same energy (wavelength) as Light, but opposite amplitude. When combined, they're completely eradicated as they're transformed into energy (explosion). This applies to antimatter and—as seen in Rhythm of War—anti-Light. Not only can this create a bomb, but it can perhaps create the bomb.

The issue with most conventional weapons (and any source of fuel, really) is that their conversion into energy is imperfect. There's numbers floating around out there about the percentage of energy actually put out per source from wood to gasoline to plutonium. The big thing about all of them is that they create some byproduct besides the energy. Methane combustion for instance always puts out carbon dioxide and water.

In Einstein's famous equation, E = mc^2, we are given a "perfect conversion" between mass and energy. You can X kilos of matter from Y Joules of energy and vice versa, assuming you don't lose anything to byproducts. This is a shit load of energy. That c in the equation isn't a variable like E and m are. It's the speed of light. 299,792,458 meters per second.

By and large, tapping into this energy is really super hard. As I mentioned, there's always byproducts. Even ignoring the issue of entropy and diffusion of energy into an environment, most of it is preserved by the aforementioned material byproducts that come out of chemical reactions. The most efficient reactions we have in the modern day is all nuclear in nature, be it fission like decaying atoms in nuclear reactors or fusion like within the sun. But even then, for all the energy they release, you will still come up with matter in the end.

That is unless you have antimatter.

The amount of energy you will release from a kilograms worth of an antimatter bomb is 1000 times stronger than that released from Fat Man dropped on Nagasaki. Half of that of the largest nuclear bomb ever tested, the Tsar Bomba. 90 petaJoules of energy.

If Harmonium/Trellium was the Invested equivalent of a nuke (hi, this is a Cosmere post, remember?) then antiLight is far and away worse, and it's been invented on two separate occasions, once by Navani (#girlboss), and—if theories turn out to be correct—Vasher, who's given us other hits like the God Killing Sword.

[nerdylizard5]

Random thought of the day: Amaram from The Stormlight Archive is the sort of character who would use and praise AI image generation and claim it as his own artwork

[truthwatcher-s]

i’ve come to the conclusion that the way jaswit got together was something along the lines of

jasnah (thinking): hm wit is the first time i’ve ever really met my intellectual equal, i admire him and am frustrated by him in equal measure, i wish he trusted me enough to share our secrets. this must be romantic attraction.

hoid (thinking): she’s hot.

jasnah: hey wit you wanna date me

hoid: fuck yeah