#only adolin

[artistatthedisco]

By the Stormlight <click for detail>

Kaladin, Shallan, and Adolin having a uh, moment (or two) together. Shallan is quite literally glowing.

Based on this post from @hyoukanee

[taravangians-storming-balls]

btw have we all talked about how kaladin was in the middle of having a panic attack and then adolin walks in and kaladin is immediately checking out his outfit and how nice his hair is

[fictionisalwaysbetter]

Many condolences to anyone who has had to wait YEARS in between the Stormlight archive books. I have been without Kaladin and Adolin for a few weeks at best and the voices in my head are back. Symptoms raging. Withdrawal severe.

[raccoon-smiles]

If Adolin dies in the next book, I'm killing myself. I go down with the ship

[themoonstonechronicler]

Adolin and Renarin really out to collectively fill every Vorin gender role huh

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

WAAAAIIIIT WAITWAITWAITWAIT WAIT

I was just writing a completely different post when I realized something:

characters in stormlight only get their own POV when *they* think that they deserve it.

Let's take a look at the main POVs (btw am going mainly after wok and wor):

> Kaladin "I specifically was personally cursed by the Almighty" Stormblessed

> Shallan "narcissistic personality disorder" Davar

> Adolin "firstborn of the most important man in alethkar" Kholin

> Dalinar "prophetic dreams by the Almighty himself" Kholin

> Szeth Son "orr naurr look at poor lil me forced to murder people even though I'm just a lil guy 🥹" Son Vallano

but more importantly, who does NOT get their own point of view in the books:

> Elhokar "only a figurehead that nobody respects" Kholin

> Renarin "not a soldier" Kholin (note that he DOES get a pov after the ending of wor, aka when he bonds with his own spren)

> Bridge "Kaladin is the Main Character" Four

> technically part of the above BUT EVER NOTICE HOW THE LOPEN ONLY GETS A POV WHEN HE HIMSELF IS ABLE TO UTILISE STORMLIGHT

etc etc

[sorchasolas]

This is so random but in my head Modern AU Lirin when he was younger was like mildly goth(and Hesina was into that idc)

And Adolin is like “omg my dad used to wear such trashy clothes back in the 2000’s” and he shows a picture of just like younger Dalinar in a general 2000’s outfit

And kaladin goes “my dad dressed pretty cool in the 2000’s” (kaladin would not WEAR goth but he would find the style nice

And Adolin goes “oh fr show me” expecting like smth prim and proper because Kaladin dresses like that rn (sue me.) and thats what style he would expect 1. Kaladin to like 2. Lirin to wear because Adolin has Met Kaladin’s Father

And Kaladin just shows him pictures of Lirin in his late 20’s and its just like pictures of this mall goth with Hesina occasionally there with her very on brand 2000’s outfit but it’s noticeably more black to match Lirin

[to-shards-you-say]

honestly nobody is doing the nahel bond like whatever hoid and design have got going on

[myasphodelmeadow]

Me to Kaladin: I understand why you haven't told Dalinar about your powers, don't take too long, though. Me to Shallan: I can see why you want to establish a solid alliance, but you have to tell Dalinar about your powers! Me to Adolin: Did you really have to share your whole plan on your first date?

[dravencroft]

This is what I imagine the Stormlight kids look like

[its-cosmerely-an-obsesh-wound]

Happy Shakadolin Day!

Below is a snippet from my explicit Shakadolin fic, Another Way To Help. I would say what I included below is rated mature because it's mostly feel-good—but merciless—puns (those are the only type of puns I know) with a little making out towards the end but we fade to black before it gets too heated.

Adolin lifted the hair at the base of Kaladin’s neck and winced. “Sorry.”

“What?” Kaladin asked.

“I may have left a few marks.” Curious, Kaladin crossed the room to his mirror and washbasin, Adolin trailing behind him with the brush.

A few was an understatement. As Kaladin looked at his neck in the mirror, it looked like someone had incessantly bludgeoned his neck with the butt of a spear for a good hour or so. He smiled. They didn’t hurt and, frankly, it was nice to have been marked by pleasure instead of pain or suffering for once. He was surprised that the stormlight that he had used, since healing his backside, hadn’t healed the marks, but perhaps it hadn’t been enough. Although no amount of stormlight ever seemed to heal his brands. Were these like the brands? If so, he might have to borrow a cravat from Adolin. The princeling would probably love that. He nearly groaned at the thought then drew in some stormlight with the intention of healing the bruises. They faded and Kaladin felt an odd sense of loss at their disappearance.

“No harm done, princeling. And no need to pay me for services rendered.”

“What?”

“Marks.” Kaladin said, gesturing at the bowl of spheres on the table.

“Storms, man. That is bad.”

“Good one, Kal!” Shallan called around a mouthful of fruit from the table.

Adolin rolled his eyes.

“The two of you are going to be insufferable with the wordplay, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps. Would it cause you too much suffering to know that, if you left me a few marks for last night, it would make me feel like a whore able person?” Shallan spit out her juice laughing and Kaladin grinned at her.

“Storms, Shallan, what have you done to the bridgeboy? You’ve corrupted him.”

“Me? I did nothing. He’s naturally this clever.” She said eyeing Kaladin fondly, as she fished around the bowl of spheres and grabbed a diamond chip. She walked over to them and Kaladin immediately knew where this was going. She placed the money on Adolin’s shoulder.

“You’ve got a real chip on your shoulder about all this, Adolin Kholin.” Shallan said collapsing into a fit of giggles and Kaladin chuckled more at her joy and Adolin’s expression than the pun itself.

Adolin growled. Rolling his eyes. “You. Two. Are. Insufferable.”

“Really? You look you could stand to suffer more…I thought that joke was a real gem.”

“Yes. Very lighthearted, I’d say.”

“Har har.”

“Okay, no more cheap jokes. We promise!” Shallan beamed. Adolin gave her a flat stare and Kaladin laughed.

“Shallan,” Kaladin said smiling and covering his mouth in a stage whisper, “I don’t think Adolin is having pun anymore.”

“I am not.”

“Halving pun? That’s the problem! He needs the whole pun.”

“Storms.” Adolin shook his head.

“Sorry, Adolin. We’ll stop.” Kaladin relented, then gestured at Adolin’s bandaged hand. “I’d hate to add insult to injury.”

“That was a low blow, Kal.” Shallan said grinning.

“I have something low you can blow.” Adolin ventured.  

“I think I’d rather beat around the bush…” Shallan reached for the waistband of her husband’s trousers, palming him through the fabric and giving him a quick kiss.

“You both talk too much.” Adolin said pulling Shallan into a more passionate embrace. Shallan melted into him. Frankly, Kaladin felt that they both talked too much but saying as much would risk of proving Adolin’s point at present. As the kiss continued though, Kaladin started to feel awkward again and backed away from them slowly.

“I’ll just…see myself out.” He mumbled, gesturing at the door with his thumb, but Adolin seized his wrist.

“Oh no you don’t.” Adolin pulled Kaladin in too, pressing his hips into Kaladin and holding him fast about the waist. “You like puns, bridgeboy? Well, I have a bone to pick with you.” Kaladin groaned.

“And I have something I need to get off my chest.” Shallan announced, gesturing to the buttons on her top. “A little help, bridgeboy?”

“Enough tongue in cheek and more tongue in my cheek.” Adolin admonished, pulling Shallan back in for another kiss as Kaladin dutifully started undoing Shallan’s buttons.

He smiled fondly at them, he hadn’t thought anyone or anything could help him a couple days ago but he had been wrong. They were helping by just being here. Not that he was complaining about what they were currently doing or, rather, undoing. Shallan had her hands on his belt and Adolin’s deft fingers were working their way down his shirt buttons. Perhaps his trepidation about being more than friends with both of them had been unfounded. Shallan moved to kiss up into him from the front and Adolin kissed down his neck, embracing him from behind, likely leaving new bruises in his wake, but Kaladin could handle a few more marks. The fight wasn’t out of him yet and, although he did feel pleasantly overwhelmed at present, he definitely was not frozen like before, as their heat surrounded him. Kaladin’s last coherent thought as they were disrobing him was to idly wonder if a person could be fucked to death because, in his estimation, if one could, there were much worse ways to go than in the arms of friends he loved and who loved him.

If you want celebrate this lovely occasion with more Shakadolin fanfic reading, both of my current WIPs are Shakadolin (because brainrot) but I won't lie this time and say I'm shamelessly promoting them because guilt and shame are are my constant companions in life. Guiltily and shamefully, here are my other Shakadolin WIPs:

Kharbranth University (rated: mature; might be triggering for some so please mind the tags)

A Promise Full Filled (rated: explicit; again please mind the tags)

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Anyway here is my magnum opus: skateboard kaladin webcore banner

static version below the cut

[koravelliumavast]

THEM!!!

[isdalinarhot]

scrolling through stormlight ao3 sorted by kudos as someone who fucking hates Kadolin is so disheartening

[cuminhoid]

me and my blue boys ... (jango fett and kaladin stormblessed)

neither of them would have been blue (color scheme) if they hadn't lost a sibling and both have chronic depression (kal is canon and jango because i say so) etc etc