#cosmere femslash february

[lamaery]

Cosmere femslash febuary is over, but I still have some things from it to post. Marasi being impressed by MeLaan's storage power and Khriss and Jasnah giving themselves an earned rest from a ll that heavy researching. 💕

[pekgna]

Femslash February!

18/2: Navani x Raboniel

[cosmereplay]

Day 4: Doomed by the narrative

Rated Teen, Veil & Tyn, RoW spoilers

“Where am I?” Veil asked. One minute, she'd been asking Shallan if she had done well, and the next, she'd found herself fading…and now, she was at a darkeyes tavern?

She stepped forward tentatively, looking around. The other people seemed…indistinct, except for one person sitting at the bar who looked deeply familiar, despite the fact that Veil had never met her. 

They could never have met, because it was the woman whose manner, fashion, and history Veil had stolen whole cloth.

The woman glanced down and to the side, tilting her ear towards Veil as if she could hear Veil’s thoughts.

“You gonna come join me, Veil?” Tyn asked. “Always room for one more in the Tranquilline Halls.”

“You’re not even Vorin,” Veil chuckled as she sat beside her, her confusion drowned in the sheer excitement of meeting the mentor she’d never actually met. “Am I dead?” she asked, as Tyn gestured to the barkeep for a round of Horneater White. “How do you know me?”

Tyn offered a cheers. “First, to the woman who finally killed me,” she said with an easy smile. She didn’t seem to have taken it too badly.

“To Shallan Davar.” They clinked glasses, and Veil drank her small cup in one go. It didn’t even burn going down. It just warmed her belly, leaving her feeling as indistinct as the rest of the tavern looked. She shook her head, as if to shake off the fuzziness. 

“What a woman. I had no idea what I was getting into when I met her.” Tyn smiled again, looking Veil up and down. “She really liked the outfit, huh?”

“She liked a lot about you,” Veil said, and spun her empty glass on the bartop at what looked like an impossible angle. The trick was simply to do it confidently. “Because of you, I could do what she felt she couldn’t do. I had the skills she didn’t have, or didn’t want to have. Because of you, I was free in a way she thought she couldn’t be.”

Tyn narrowed her eyes. “She even took my advice about blending in as a darkeyes. I like that. You know, I’ve been watching ever since she ran me through with that storming Blade.”

The idea that she’d been watching them brought up some acutely embarrassing memories, and Veil winced. “Even in Kholinar?”

Tyn laughed, loudly and freely. “Yeah. You two were a piece of work out there. Nah, I'm remembering that cursed place with the beads.”

“Shadesmar?”

“Yeah. And your time at the tower city. You earned that hat and coat, girl, the way you can flip those cards. The way you can talk yourself out of trouble. You earned your reputation. You were based on me, Veil, but you grew out of me. You did things I was never capable of. Putting someone else first. Loving someone. Protecting them. After a while, I realized I was rooting for you. I want you to know that. You were…” She wiped her eye. “Storms, you’re the closest thing I ever had to a daughter. I…”

“You don’t have to say it.” Veil’s breath caught between embarrassment and longing.

“No, don’t you see?” Tyn said. “That’s why I’m still here, hanging on. I have to say it. I was a conwoman all my life. This is my last chance to say something honest in this Heralds-forsaken life.”

Tyn reached out, taking Veil’s freehand in her uncovered safehand. She had stayed behind for her. For Veil. The touch was intimate in a way Veil had never known, and it moved her deeply. 

“You did good, kid.” She squeezed Veil’s hand, and Veil squeezed back, treasuring the warmth of it. She reimagined those same worst moments knowing that Tyn, her never-mentor, had been cheering her on. Her throat swelled with emotion, and she could feel her eyes watering. 

She looked up to find Tyn’s eyes were also sparkling with barely-suppressed emotion. They both quickly looked away, wiping their eyes in a symmetrical series of motions.

Veil ordered the next round, and lifted her cup. “To learning from the best.”

“If I’d been the best I wouldn’t have gotten stabbed by a seventeen-year-old,” Tyn laughed.

Veil grinned. “Fine. To the woman I tried to become.”

The older woman lifted her cup. “And to the woman you actually became.”

They clinked their cups, then drank. Veil felt this one hit harder. She started to feel a bit dizzy, disoriented. The tavern around them started to swirl and fade. “I am dead, aren’t I?” she said, half in awe. The air seemed to sparkle with an electric energy.

“No, just me. It’s my time now,” Tyn said. She had stood, and she leaned back against the bar casually, looking upwards as the scene faded into a soft, warm light. “Go back to Shallan, kid. Things’ll be different, sure, but that’s life, and you’ve got a lot more living to do.”

The light brightened until Veil couldn’t see Tyn anymore. “Goodbye,” she whispered, as finally, she felt herself floating in the back of Shallan’s mind again. She stepped forward, feeling her former consciousness fade and change into a bright new awareness.

She had done well.

"Yes," Shallan whispered. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

[khrossbow]

Caught and Kept, Cosmere Fanfiction

Rated Explicit, Sylphrena/Yixli

While Kaladin travels with a group of Parshmen in hopes of learning about the resurgence of the Voidbringers Syl must play the part of any other windspren to avoid the watchful eye of Yixli the Voidspren. When her disguise comes under suspicion Syl has to decide how far she'll go to play the part of a mindless spren.

[gal-palanaeum]

Femslash fic rec: Shallan/Sylphrena

Borrowed Muse by khrossbow

Rated Teen, 4000 words, Oathbringer spoilers

Summary: Shallan wants to make sketches of the other orders of Radiant spren, while Syl is looking to find a romantic interest for Kaladin. Their interests align for one perfect evening, until the Windrunner leaves abruptly, leaving the unlikely duo with only each other for company, and a sketchbook waiting to be filled. Still, the night is young, and the conversation flows like new colors mixing, creating something neither of them expected.

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[sailorofmidnightseas]

The attractiveness of intelligence

Jasnah did not look back, but she heard the girl hastily pack her things. She shook her head. Shallan was severely lacking, but if she truly was self-taught, perhaps the girl would be worth a try. 

In her alcove, the books were daunting. It would be another long night. Jasnah could not remember the last time she had gotten a full night's rest. She sunk into her seat. The diamond broams shone brightly, dousing the alcove in blue light. 

Jasnah didn't get far when she sensed a presence at the doorway to her alcove. Irritation welled up. 

“If you continue to bother me, I will strip you of the privilege of being my ward.”

“Then I'm glad I'm no ward of yours.”a hoarse, feminine voice laughed. It was a grating sound. “So the redhead was here again. I saw her on the way to the bedchambers. A stubborn lass.”

“Raevenne.”, Jasnah said, surprised by the woman’s presence. The woman pulled back the hood of her cloak. “I did not expect your appearance tonight.” 

“Mhm.”, Raevenne grumbled and pulled out a black strip of cloth to cover her eyes. “Must you use this much light?”

“It is late. What other light is there?”, Jasnah argued, though she did cover them with a black, sheer cloth. It was the same fabric Raevenne used, but her blindfold was darker due to its multiple folding. 

The light was dimmed and Jasnah closed her book. She would not get much reading done, it seemed. Raevenne stayed where she was.

“Don't stop on my behalf.”

“The light hurts your eyes.”

“How caring.”, Raevenne drawled and stepped closer to the table. Jasnah could still see the furrowed brows. 

In the dim light, Raevenne’s prominent cheekbones seemed more hollow and the gnarly scar spanning from her eye across her face to her lips, giving them an expression of perpetual sneering, protruded. Jasnah’s finger itched to follow its trail. 

Raevenne shoved the diamond broams aside and took a seat opposite of Jasnah, who arched an eyebrow. 

“That is my light.”

“Eh, you're not reading anyway. Besides, as you said, it's late.”, Raevenne said. Her metal arm echoed as the elbow was set on the table. Her fingers interlaced and she supported her chin on the back of her hands, looking at Jasnah with an…expression. It was only due to having spent prolonged time with the woman that Jasnah knew what various expressions were supposed to be.

This one, with the crooked, lopsided grin and uneven brows, was supposed to be seductive. 

“Come to bed.”, Raevenne purred. 

“I cannot. There is still research to do.”, Jasnah said and Raevenne snorted. “However”, the princess added and reached for the diamond bromes again, “you are most welcome to go ahead.”  

To undermine her point, Jasnah opened her book, pulled the glowing bromes back to the centre of the table and Raevenne flinched at the brightness. She pulled the hood over her head again and deep into her face. The darkness was much more comfortable than the cold Stormlight. Slowly, she rose to her feet. Halfway to the doorframe, she stopped and stretched.

“Perhaps that's what I will do. A pity you won't join me.”, she sighed and Jasnah glanced at her, narrowing her eyes. Underneath her hood, Raevenne smirked triumphantly. Her metal fingers reached into the pocket of her trousers and with flourish, revealed a small, folded piece of paper. Jasnah noticed the prosthetic's hand looking different. There were three circular bumps on the back of the hand. Jasnah recognised the pattern only too well. Raevenne looked over her shoulder, meeting Jasnah's eyes from underneath the hood. 

“I would have loved to reveal to you the solution of the riddle we stumbled across in one of the history books.”

“You have translated and solved it already?”, Jasnah said and shot up from her seat. 

“Who do you think I am? Finding a dictionary was the least of my troubles, as it turned out. The translation was the challenge. I had to translate the riddle into Shin first, because modern Alethi lacks the vocabulary and it is easier to translate from Shin to Alethi. I'm telling you, I was so close to flipping -”

“Show me.”, Jasnah said and clutched Raevenne's arm. 

“You love it when I talk smartly.”, Raevenne mumbled and cackled. While Jasnah's composure was unchanged, her pupils were dilated and the grip on Raevenne's hand was bone-crushing. 

However, to Jasnah's fascinated horror, the piece of paper melted into smoke. 

“A Soulcaster. You madwoman. How?”

Raevenne coughed a laugh and kissed Jasnah. “That is a tale to tell another day. But I truly have the riddle translated and solved.”

“And you'll only show me if I come with you.”, Jasnah finished. “Trickster.” 

“Come with me and go to sleep, and I'll tell you in the morning.”

Jasnah exhaled sharply through her nose and looked back to her books. When her shoulders slumped and she crossed her arms, Raevenne knew she had won. The books and diamond bromes stayed where they were, as no one would clean up the princess' alcove. Her orders. 

*

The door to her bedroom reminded Jasnah that she had a ward now. That was a problem for tomorrow. Inside the room, Raevenne shed her cloak and Jasnah grabbed the prosthetic's wrist. 

“The gems are underneath the bumps, I assume.”

Raevnne flicked the wrist and the bumps - actual caps covering the gems - opened. 

“I designed it myself.”, Raevenne said and Jasnah shivered. They dressed for bed, Jasnah in a proper night shift and Raevenne in a wide shirt and wide pants. The moment they hit the bed, Jasnah jumped her secret lover.

“You translated the riddle.”, she breathed between kisses, “And you solved it. Was it difficult?”

“It did warrant a lot of research.” Raevnne lifted her blindfold and grinned up at Jasnah, who shivered when the sharp metal pointer travelled up her calf to her thigh. “I can tell you all about it. How I found out what language it was. How I found a dictionary. How I translated it to Shin. Would that please you, princess?”, Raevenne rasped as she watched her melt under her touch. 

 

She found her answer in Jasnah's hungry eyes.

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters React to the Cosmere Femslash Prompt Generator

Happy femslash February! @gal-palanaeum has created a Cosmere Femslash Prompt Generator (here) which creates fun ships & scenarios to inspire you! Please check it out!

Me being me, I've created a bunch of randomly generated prompts to consider how Cosmere characters might react to them.

1. The Prompt: "Venli couldn't stand Palona at first, but then..."

Venli: [Looks expectantly at Palona] Venli: Well? What about you is going to win me over? Palona: Hmmm...well, there was a time my partner and I had a literal picnic during the onset of the world's first Everstorm--on the Shattered Plains. You know, the very place where the two storms were crashing into each other. Venli: ... Venli: Dammit, that IS really hot...

2. The Prompt: "If Shallan keeps looking so maladroit I'm going to end up scrying her," Tindwyl whispered to herself."

Shallan: [scoffs] "Maladroit"? I've never been maladroit in my life! Tindwyl: [calmly holds up a screenshot of Shallan sprawled out on the floor with her underwear showing] Shallan: T-That was on purpose! Tindwyl: Mmm-hmmm.

3. The Prompt: "Can't you be normal about Hesina for five minutes?" Jasnah growled at Palona.

Hesina: Oooh, so in this story, the Alethi Queen and Urithiru's economic powerhouse are fighting over me?? Hesina: What happens next?? Jasnah [who had been about to criticize the implication that she would tell any woman to be "normal"]: Well... Palona [who had been about to criticize the implication that she'd let any situation devolve to the point of growling]: Uh... Jasnah: Perhaps...Palona starts to expound on your virtues? Palona: Y-Yes, the words, "How COULD I be normal about such a woman" are surely coming next. Hesina: [eyes sparking]

4. The Prompt: "Watching Akane and Yumi kiss made the Midnight Mother feel so mean!"

Akane: The Midnight Mother...is homophobic? Yumi: W-We should make out harder to show her the error of her ways!

5. The Prompt: "Cord and Rysn were constantly trying to pinch each other, until something changed…"

Rysn: [Looks at Cord] Cord: [Looks at Rysn] Rysn: [Imagining sloppy make-outs] Cord: [Imagining her defending Rysn from a sudden pirate attack after which she leaps to safety with Rysn in her arms] Rysn: C-Can you imagine... Cord: H-Ha, yeah...

6. The Prompt: "Sylphrena nodded, looking over her plans. 'The only way to stay on the Wind's Pleasure is to break up Cord and Rysn,' she announced."

Cord: Uh, wow. Rysn: Dishonor Spren, more like. Syl: I-I'm sure it's one of those stories where you'd end up getting back together!!!

7. The Prompt: Eshonai and Vivenna walked hand in hand in the Nightwatcher's Valley, with their trusty havah nearby.

Vivenna: Now, I'm relatively new to this world, but isn't a "havah," like, the main piece of a woman's clothing? Eshonai: Among Vorin humans, yeah. Vivenna: So are we, like, strolling naked? Eshonai: On our way to see a dragon. Vivenna: Kinky.

8. The Prompt: "'Sure, I'm atop Gallant,' Radiant smiled, 'but I would leave it all behind for you.' // 'Even your spren?' Design asked, blushing."

Pattern: Mmmm, ditching your chaperone, Radiant?? Pattern: I know what that means!

9. The Prompt: "She was running out of time. If Queen Fen didn't act fast, she might lose her chance to ask Jaxlim on a date."

Jaxlim: Ah yes, this is told of in our ancient songs... Jaxlim: It is called "Old Woman Yuri." Fen: Is that...really in the ancient Listener songs? Jaxlim: [smiles cryptically]

10. The Prompt: "'I wish I could milk Azure and Jasnah,' Sylphrena said."

Azure: ... Jasnah: ... Syl: ... Azure: ... Jasnah: ... Syl: Although...you know, now that I'm thinking about it... Jasnah & Azure: NO

[trishyeves]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63100345

Third fic for this week's Femslash February!

This one is a Shallan/Eshonai fic, in an AU where our favorite listener with a love for exploring became Jasnah's ward years before Shallan did

[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) 😀

[bombshell-banshee42]

Fuck yeah they were 🔥💖🔥

Sanderson won't tell you this but Syl and Yixli were doing yuri shit off screen while kaladin was teaching the singers how to make axes and grain cakes

[pekgna]

Femslash February

12/2: Tindwyl x Vin

[cosmereplay]

Copycat by cosmere_play

Rated Mature, 1000 words, Design/MeLaan. Mild spoilers for Yumi and the Nightmare Painter.

The sexy, hilarious cosmere crossover you never knew you both needed and deserved!

[khrossbow]

Borrowed Muse, Cosmere Fanfiction

Rated Teen, Shallan Davar/Sylphrena

Shallan wants to make sketches of the other orders of Radiant spren, while Syl is looking to find a romantic interest for Kaladin. Their interests align for one perfect evening, until the Windrunner leaves abruptly, leaving the unlikely duo with only each other for company, and a sketchbook waiting to be filled. Still, the night is young, and the conversation flows like new colors mixing, creating something neither of them expected.

[gal-palanaeum]

[ID: A coloured digital sketch of Syl and Maya. Maya is tall, green, and slim, with long mossy hair and scratched-out eyes. The crystal of her hands extends like a sharp, elegant glove to her elbows. She's dressed a little piratey, with her tight fitting pants tucked into tall boots, and her loose-sleeved shirt topped with a long vest and tied at the waist with cloth. She stands with her head cocked to the side as if listening. Her head is tilted towards Syl, who is floating behind her and to the side. Syl is in her classic light blue, with her long hair and long dress swirling in the wind. Syl's hands rest on Maya's shoulder, and Syl has her chin on her hands, grinning up at Maya. End ID.]

Spren girlies

[gal-palanaeum]

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[elsefaller]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mistborn - Brandon Sanderson Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elend Venture/Vin Characters: Vin (Mistborn), Elend Venture Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, transfem Elend, Alternate Universe, I wrote this in an hour, Femslash February 2024 Summary:

An AU where Vin and Elend are Cognitive Shadows in modern(ish) Scadrial. Now that cars are becoming the main mode of transport, Vin decides to get one and take her partner for a drive.