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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) 😀
#cosmere#cosmere femslash february#procreate#character art#stormlight archive#brandon sanderson#cfsbf#roshar#leshwi#jaxlim#cosmere singer#evi#Sja-anat#azure#eshonai#id in alt#id in alt-text
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OB ch. 84:
RoW ch. 79:
OB ch. 52:
GENUINELY NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS BTW
#stormlight archive#stormlight archive spoilers#rhythm of war spoilers#sja-anat#rlain#renarin kholin#rlainarin
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My worst (best) cosmere take is if stormlight has already focused so much on redemption and working towards being a better person, Vyre can be redeemed, and I hope he is.
most all characters tagged actively work to better themselves not despite of past mistakes or to make it better in some way but because they want to be better people
#vyre#stormlight archive#moash stormlight#moash#cosmere#dalinar kholin#elhokar kholin#venli#teft#bridge 4#kaladin stormblessed#jasnah kholin#lirin#leshwi#adolin kholin#shalash’elin#sylphrena#szeth son son vallano#sja-anat
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I'm in my Evi/Sja-anat feelings. For the Cosmere inktober prompt Smoke.
A scene from my fic Of Me, rated Mature, 3000 words.
#cosmere inktober#cosmere inktober 2023#id in alt text#described#evi kholin#sja-anat stormlight#sja-anat#stormlight archive#stormlight fanart#stormlight fanfic#my fic
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Happy (belated) Halloween~ Here’s a little something of Renarin, Glys, and Sja-Anat. :3c
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Of Me by cosmere_play
Rated Mature, 3000 words, Evi/Sja-anat
Bound by her god to take the Blackthorn's secrets, Sja-anat follows his wife. Through years of ever closer association, Sja-anat's future is changed, and the most precious secrets she discovers are her own.
Teen-rated excerpt below:
Sja-anat wasn’t cunning like Odium was, and at times she followed her passions without thought. Curiosity, perhaps, had driven her to allow herself to be seen. She stalked behind the frightened woman, gliding as effortlessly as a windspren.
In turn, the human paced the halls, perhaps thinking she could escape the shadow that haunted her, but Sja-anat knew every reflective surface of the Kholinar palace. There would be no escape. She was a powerful spren: ancient, unchanging, and endlessly patient. On Odium’s orders she had been sent to take the Blackthorn’s secrets, to be used to secure him as His champion in the war to come. Odium was confident that He would win the man’s heart, but He did not rely on His confidence alone, for He too was ancient. Careful. Plotting. Sja-anat was Odium's tool, picked up once again.
And Sja-anat would be used, for she was of Him, unmade and remade to His liking.
She followed the wife of the Blackthorn as the woman more waddled than walked, pregnant with her first child. She cast furtive, sweaty glances behind her, then slowed to face her fear. Her brow furrowed as she tracked Sja-anat’s movement through a mosaic of mirrored tile. Sja-anat stopped and watched. The human nodded as if she had confirmed something. She turned away, then waddled as quickly as she could toward her private rooms.
There, the Blackthorn’s wife ordered her servants to bring forward a large mirror, taller than a human and bolted into a rotating frame. She had them move a large cushioned chair in front of it, and then she ordered them all out.
Alone, the woman sat carefully and leaned over her round belly, tapping the surface of the mirror. “Come, speak to me, spirit,” she said in heavily-accented Alethi. Her yellow eyes darted back and forth across the glass, searching. “Stop hiding. Whoever you are, you want something, so out with it!”
The human was frightened, but her courage and curiosity were stronger. Sja-anat liked that. She, too, was curious, and had not interacted with a human for many years, so she granted the request and slid upwards, allowing herself to be seen in the mirror. She took the form of a shadow, an imposing reflection of a willowy woman with long flowing hair, a black smoky silhouette with bone-white hollow eyes.
Yellow eyes widened, and the woman jerked her finger back. “Who are you?” she asked in a small voice.
I am a powerful spirit, Sja-anat answered, wishing to test the woman’s mettle. She mouthed the words in her reflection as she spoke directly into her mind. Mere rumours of me have terrified even the most powerful humans of ancient times.
The human simply leaned back in the chair, one hand rubbing the side of her belly with a grimace. She was still sweating. “I am too sore to play games,” she said.
Sja-anat paused, feeling a strange passion arise. Why are you not afraid of me? Humans name me monster.
The woman huffed a soft laugh. “There are monsters all around me every day. I have grown used to them. Besides, now I have a little monster inside me,” she said, poking her belly with a smile. “A monster in the mirror is hardly scary.”
You are not afraid of monsters?
The woman met her eyes. “I am not, and I can prove it. You see? I married one.”
Sja-anat tilted her head at the mention of the Blackthorn. Then you are also a monster, for you are of him.
“Hmm.” The Blackthorn’s wife stood and started to pace again, but watched the mirror carefully as she considered. “I am of him…yes. But I am also of me. Evi. A unique perspective of the One. As you are too.”
Sja-anat hummed, taking in her words.
The human Evi continued to pace, slowly, barefooted across thick carpet. “Do you give boons and curses?” she asked eventually.
No, Sja-anat said. Giving away that little would not endanger her, and could buy her more confidences. Such were humans.
Evi paused, then nodded slowly to herself. “If only you did,” she muttered. “Are you lonely, perhaps? Do you wish to talk?” she asked more loudly, looking at Sja-anat with open curiosity.
Odium would be pleased by this arrangement.
Yes, she answered. I am.
This will be.
Keep reading
#femslash february#wlw cosmere#cosmere femslash fic#cosmere fanfic#evi x sja-anat#evi/sja-anat#evi kholin#sja-anat stormlight#sja-anat#oathbringer
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I have a theory/headcanon that young Szeth was a budding Truthwatcher. I came up with that a year ago, and I’ve wanted to write a fic about it ever since.
I added another layer to that headcanon a few months ago, and started writing about it.
I have more written than I’ve posted. I’m editing/adding things in as I go.
Anyway, this is my take on one of my favorite headcanons
#Stormlight Archive#Brandon Sanderson#fanfiction#my fics#headcanons#speculation#speculation in the form of fanfic#Szeth-son-son-Vallano#Glys#Sja-Anat#pre-canon#but also#Oathbringer spoilers#Truthwatchers
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In the same sense as the truthwatchers future sight I wonder what other abilities bonding with an enlightened spren would give. Is it just future sight or is that specific only to truthwatchers?
#hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm thoughts and ideas and thinking#stormlight archive#sja-anat#knights radiant#cosmere#enlightened spren
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As we all know, Elsecallers are the badass order of Radiants, and having your spren enlightened by Sja-Anat makes you ten times as badass. This of course begs the question:
Enlightened Elsecaller?
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Shallan mentioning that Sja-Anat was not happy how Renarin was treated is interesting. Yeah the fact that the first human to bond a spren she changed Glys in this case was suspected because his powers were different of being a tratior and in with Odium and nearly killed. Yeah I can see when that got back to her she would not happy. What does Renarin think of her though? Have they talked?
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Anyways I think the unmade (the intelligent ones at least) can be bonded by a bondsmith.
#stormlight archives#idk if I’ve said this before#but yeah. I think both sja anat#and ba ado mushroom#can be bonded by a bondsmith#my hope is that dabbid bonds one of them#he’s the only member of bridge four left that hasn’t bonded a spren
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Cosmere Inktober 13 silhouette
So this one turned a bit more experimental.
Sja-anat, I really love her creepiness. And just spren in general. (I wonder how she would get along with the Nightwatcher… would they have a creepy tea party?)
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[image description by @knight-of-skyloft: two black-and-white images of sja-anat, drawn in a smudgy, charcoal-like style. She is a tall, thin woman wearing a plain sleeveless dress gathered at the waist. She has long, straight dark hair that hangs past her shoulders. Her face is entirely shadowed. We can see nothing except her glowing white eyes. One arm hangs loosely at her side, and the other is raised upward, bent at the elbow, with the hand just below shoulder level. The bottom image is exactly as described, and the top image has some effects added-- sja-anat has a slight afterimage, a faded second self positioned slightly up and to the left, and is holding a red starburst (an enlightened mistspren) in her raised hand.]
#cosmere inktober 22#stormlight archive#cosmere#brandon sanderson#roshar#oathbringer#Sja-anat#spren#silhouette#cfsbf#character art#character illustration#experiments#described
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Every now and then I think about the fact that Sja-anat had Glys run it by Dalinar before she sent another one of her children to find a bond. It's bonkers. A spren informed the local human authorities before they started bonding Radiants. The honorspren sure as shit didn't do that with Kaladin's squires. The enlightened Truthwatchers have to be so careful in a way that no other order does because their lives are in danger just by existing. I need to go lie down.
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❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜ with stormlight archive?
Renarin wasn't sure if he liked the Kholinar Palace better or worse these days.
It was quieter, less crowded.
He didn't have to get drinks for his father- in fact, he was sure Father hadn't had a sip since he returned one last time to collect Adolin and the army.
He had smelled like the Old Magic then, and Renarin prayed that his mother had been right about it.
But he missed Adolin, he missed Father. Jasnah was gone, and Renarin felt awkward around Asudan and Navani.
His aunt would try to push him to the Ardentia if he tried to watch her work.
So instead he sat alone in his room, looking at the gardens below where some spots were lit by sphere lanterns.
There was a couple with a chaperone down there.
His mother used to watch the gardens too, following the couples and the children with her eyes.
She didn't like to look at the scholars and scribes.
Renarin didn't want to join the Ardentia. He was a man, and his Riran heritage shone in his hair. He'd rather go to the Old Magic and ask for the boon to fight.
He hadn't thought it possible before, not to be an Alethi soldier, but his father had so perhaps...
Well. Either way, the Vorin Church wanted him as little as he wanted it.
Jasnah would know what to do. His brilliant cousin knew all about her own place in the world, and how others could find theirs.
He should write to her, but the thought of asking a scribe and dictating his worries turned his stomach.
There were enough rumors about him. No need to start more.
"Are you sure?" A woman's voice asked, and Renarin jerked, looking behind him.
He clutched the bottle of sapphire tighter.
No one was there.
Movement at his window, and he looked back- ah.
The Woman.
She stood behind his reflection in the window pane, a translucent women with loose black hair and a simple tunic without sleeves.
She didn't care about her safehand being out in front of him. Mother had always been the same.
The Woman said she knew Mother well.
He relaxed his grip on the wine bottle, holding it out in offer.
"No, you know I can't. Thank you though, Son of Thorns." Her smile was gentle and her teeth were sharp.
"What do you need?" He asked, finally pouring himself a glass.
He tried very much not to drink sometimes, but when the hallucinations started, what was really the point in resisting?
"I have an offer for you. My power is cousin to that you and Evi called Old Magic."
"Cousin?"
"I will grant you a companion who will make you strong, a warrior to rival the Knights Radiant of old."
A boon.
A curse.
"What is the cost?"
The Woman shrugged. "Nothing more than what you wished. Your king will be arriving home soon to visit, go with him to the Shattered Plains when he returns."
He did long to go, but he'd be a hindrance there. Father had to focus on the war, and Adolin on... Well, everything else the heir had to do.
But if he was just staying in his rooms here, he could do that there just as easily, surely?
"The bond works slowly, and you must be the one to strengthen it, to strengthen the both of you."
He finished the glass and poured another.
"Then you know I can't do what you ask." Just like everyone else. He couldn't be a solider, he couldn't be an ardent, he could hardly be a son- he certainly couldn't do whatever magic this was.
"You mother entrusted me to you, and I know I can entrust my son to you." The Woman had a steady look.
His mother was dead.
"You need to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like I have." The Woman touched his shoulder's reflection. "You who was born unto himself, Prince Kholin, will lead my Enlightened Knights."
Perhaps the wine made him brave.
Perhaps it made him stupid.
"I'll try."
Her smile widened. "Then say the words."
Renarin didn't know where the words came from, and by morning he never remembered saying them. All he knew was the blistering headache of overindulging in drink, and that his cousin was supposed to arrive the next day.
A flicker of red danced at the corner of his vision- but Glys was shy and young, and would prefer to wait a little time before re-introducing himself.
#who was it that had that meta about Evi and Sja-anat....#i probably made renarin sound too old in this but i know don't know when he left Kholinar for the plains!!! man his book is gonna wreck me#pocket talks to people#ask game#my writing
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Day 9: In the shadows
Rated General, Evi/Sja-anat, Oathbringer spoilers
“He won’t answer my letters or spanreeds!” Evi grumbled to herself in a huff as she entered her bedroom. She was walking easily again, a scant few weeks after the baby’s birth, her second. “I will not have a nameless child!”
Sja-anat slid upwards, looking through a tall mirror inlaid on a stand, placed in the room facing Evi’s bed. She may have missed her husband while he was away, but she was no longer lonely, for Sja-anat kept her company, taking her secrets. These days, though, she kept more than she passed on to Odium.
The sun-haired woman, her only worshipper, sat on the edge of the bed facing Sja-anat. She had the infant tucked into a wrap dress, nestled close to her chest. She looked down, pulling open the top of the wrap to peek at her nameless child.
The baby awakened. He twisted, then let out a soft cry. He was still so very new to the world, and the present-ness of it caused Sja-anat to pause. Even now, he grows. He will never be this little again. She considered the nature of the passage of time as Evi removed her wrap, then tried unsuccessfully to feed him.
“He won’t latch. Why is this so much harder this time?” Evi cried out eventually, on the verge of tears. “I can’t even feed him. Those whitespines will take him away and give him to a nursemaid. He doesn’t need a nursemaid. He needs me. Why can’t I do this?”
Sja-anat watched and waited, knowing that sometimes Evi spoke her thoughts out loud, and could be startled if Sja-anat answered her. As she had already learned, it was possible to scare the human’s milk away. She floated between worlds, waiting for the perfect moment to speak, a time that would bring comfort rather than fear. She was certain it would arrive, just as certain as she had been that the child would arrive safely.
Evi rocked and kissed the infant, but he continued to mewl. She looked up, then, as if only just now noticing Sja-anat.
“I need to calm down,” she said. “I need a distraction. Spirit, please help me.”
There it was. The perfect moment.
“Name him,” Sja-anat said. “Name him tonight. His father has not answered for long enough.”
“You are right, of course, dear Spirit,” Evi sighed, and looked down at the baby. “The Alethi like to choose names that speak to the child’s identity. We should choose a name close to his father’s, so Dalinar won’t forget it.” She laughed, but it was sad laugh. The mirth couldn’t lift the heaviness of that truth. The Blackthorn had barely been aware of her pregnancy.
“The baby is of you,” Sja-anat countered, an anxiety urging her on. “He was made from your essence. He should be named for you.”
“He will know he is of me.” Evi cuddled him in close. “I’ll always be there for him, but his father won’t be. His name should be a reminder that he is of Dalinar.”
The words brought pain, but of course, Sja-anat kept her own knowledge close. She had her own favourite name. Re-lin, meaning ‘born unto darkness’, for the futures she saw for the boy were grim.
And yet, together, they might create something wonderful. They could be family.
“You wish his name to be ‘Son of Blackthorn’?” Sja-anat asked.
“Yes, well, not quite so directly,” Evi said, and her lips turned to a thoughtful smile. “Dallin,” she said. “Dal-lin. Born unto Dalinar.”
“I do not like it.”
Evi chuckled. “Well it must be a name you approve of, dear Spirit. How about Narin? Nar-in, born unto Dalinar.”
Sja-anat considered. “If you insist on naming him after the Blackthorn, add a part for you. His older brother is named only for the Alethi. Let this child hear some of your language.”
“We Rirans give our children their own names, as a new perspective for The One,” Evi said, then sat and thought, absently patting the baby, who had settled again. “Though there are favourites. If he were to have a Riran name, I might give him a more popular name, so he could hear himself as a part of Rira. Yah, for Yaysi? Yadallin? Hm, it sounds too similar to Adolin.”
“I do not like it.”
“Kei, for Kellai?”
“I do not wish for him to be named after a Herald.”
Evi looked at Sja-anat for a long time, thinking. “Re? It is a good name, and not from a Herald. I have known a few Res, all good people.”
“Re. For Rira. Yes.” Sja-anat hoped she had not answered too hastily. Re, for darkness, for secrets, for Evi.
“Redallin? No, I don’t like the sound of it. Renarin? Hm, that might be nice. Renarin.”
Re-Narin. Just as Re-Shephir was the Mother of Shadows, Re-Narin would be the Son of Shadows. Born unto the darkness of the days of the Blackthorn. Born unto Odium’s champion. Born unto death. Born unto long, hard days and longer, lonelier nights.
“Born unto the Blackthorn and Evi. Born unto Alethkar and Rira. Let him know he is of two people, two worlds,” Sja-anat said.
"Thank you, Spirit," Evi said, and stepped forward to touch the mirror reverently. "I will burn incense and seal the name in the Riran way. I will tell the Vorin ardents. And I will seal my promise to name him with your blessing." She touched her forehead to the mirror, and Sja-anat could feel the warmth of her intention.
To keep him safe from Odium, Sja-anat would never be able to show a hint of interest in the boy. He would be born unto shadows, born of the love of those who could only watch from afar. In the future, she would do her best to hide him from Odium. Until then, this would be the only blessing she could give.
“Then it is sealed. His name will be...Re-narin.”
If you are thinking, hey, I would like to know why Sja-anat thinks that Evi worships her, you can read my fic Of Me (Rated Mature, 3000 words) and find out how they met in this AU
#minifemslashfeb2024#cosmere femslash february#evi/sja-anat#evi x sja-anat#evi kholin#sja-anat stormlight#unmade stormlight#stormlight fanfic#my fic#oathbringer spoilers
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The Stormlight Tarot - The High Priestess ft. Sja-Anat
Upright: intuitive, unconscious, inner voice
Reversed: lack of center, lost inner voice, repressed feelings
✒️ Made in ClipStudio Paint on iPad
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