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cosmereplay · 3 months
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Day 24: Plagued by the horrors
Rated Teen, Venli/Radiant, RoW spoilers Cross posted on ao3
Shallan woke to a scream that quickly cut off. Groggily, she wondered if Jushu had found a cremling in his bed again.
A feminine voice whispered in a musical foreign language, her voice strained by some tense emotion.
The sound brought Shallan to instant, painful wakefulness.
She sat up, and the world spun. She tried to swallow, but her throat was dry. Her tongue was stuck to the top of her mouth. Shallan tried to look at who was beside her, but the morning light shining into her room stabbed her eyes like daggers. She covered her face, trying to solve the mystery by recollecting her memories. Just by the hangover, she already knew this was Veil’s fault.
The form beside her stilled in a way that reminded Shallan of fear. She peeked through her fingers to find a singer woman naked in bed with her, her red eyes open wide and the covers pulled up to her chest. Storms, was she a Fused? She was gigantic, tall and slender, with delicate plates of violet carapace strategically placed over her body. Her skin had white and red marbling, with a sliver of black peeking around the side of her neck. Her hair was a mess.
What did you get us into, Veil? Thanks for the horrific hangover, by the way. You couldn’t have burned any of it off?
Veil emerged slowly, sharing Shallan's hangover. I don’t know! Are we in your room? she asked. Last I remember we were at the winehouse…
Her brain worked as slowly as a chull, but soon a vague memory emerged. It was Shallan’s rest night, so Veil had gone to Jez’s duty to win some spheres. She’d been pulled away by Adolin, who had asked for her help to…host?...an envoy of some sort? 
“Come on, Veil, you can drink the most expensive wine in the house,” Adolin had said with an air of desperation. 
She remembered…a much nicer winehouse. She’d definitely had at least a bottle and a half of the nicest stuff. She’d been introduced to…what was her name? Voice? That couldn’t be right…they had not gotten along at all. Veil had managed to piss her off, and…
“Who are you?” the Voice said in Alethi. “Are you a mavset-im? Who was that just now?” 
“We…I mean, I’m a Lightweaver,” Veil said, squinting against the light. “Uh, don’t worry about it. Do you remember me?”
The listener woman nodded, then made a musical growl as she held her head. “You got into a fight with me about the reliability of oral traditions. I…may have had a bit to drink by then. But then you left and another woman showed up. She was strikingly colourful, I mean, for a human. She said she’d take me somewhere more private…and then…”
Voice’s words trailed off into worried humming, and she stared off into space.
“Do you know where she is?” Voice asked quietly. "She had yellow hair."
Uh, Radiant? Veil said inwardly with a growing grin. Did you get us into this mess? Please don’t leave me alone with your new girlfriend. I’ll probably ruin your courtship. Storms, what a choice…the most opinionated person I've ever met.
Radiant groaned internally. I…may not have made the most honourable choices last night…
Well get back on Honor’s path, Radiant! We need to get our story straight before Adolin finds out what happened. 
Radiant wanted to argue with that, but found she didn’t have the energy. Besides, this was her mistake and her responsibility. She took over, and took no small joy in seeing the way Venli’s humming changed when she saw her.
“Thank the Rider of the Storms!” Venli said. “I may have gotten way too drunk, but I didn’t think I’d gotten that drunk.”
Hey! Veil and Shallan thought in simultaneous offense.
Radiant shushed them, then turned her focus to Venli. “I do apologize for how you woke up today,” she said sincerely. “I invited you back to my rooms so that the other people would stop staring. And so you could have a seat that wasn’t entirely too small. I didn’t mean for…”
Memories of movements and sensations rose to her mind. The pleasant hum of their conversation. Radiant moving closer so she could feel the Rhythms Venli was making. Venli’s smile as she leaned down to indulge Radiant in an experimental kiss.
The way she tasted…the way their bodies seemed to fit together…the smell of her skin, like warm earth after a rain…
Radiant coughed nervously. “Well, I mean I enjoyed what we did. I just didn’t mean to dishonour you. I don’t know how coupling works among listeners. I hope I didn’t overstep or hurt you in any way.”
The listener’s posture relaxed. “According to Abronai, mates are decided by mutual agreement, so we wouldn’t be mates or even once-mates unless we both agreed. I’m sure Eshonai would have decreed us once-mates though.” She rested her chin on her fist, looking away into the distance with a mournful rhythm. 
Radiant waited, anxious but also wanting to give her enough time to think.
Eventually, Venli looked over, tilting her head a little, and hummed curiously. “I like you,” she said, and gave her a feral grin. “Even if you are human.”
Radiant’s heart fluttered. A little blue leaf flew up beside her, and she smiled. 
“Rlain is going to blow a storm over me about this, but I think it’ll be worth it, if you want to try.” Venli took Radiant’s hand and turned it over, inspecting it. “You remind me a little of Leshwi, and a little of Eshonai. You’re honourable. I need someone like that in my life, besides Timbre. But something else I like about you? You’re not against breaking the rules from time to time. I need that too. Someone with balance. And...and I have to admit, kissing you feels really meaningful in envoyform. Like you're speaking to me with emotions. It feels amazing...to be wanted.”
Radiant had never been described that way before, and she thought it sounded nice. She’d been accused of being too much of a stick-in-the-crem. Maybe Venli brought out a new side of her. Venli wasn’t perfect, but it didn't bother Radiant as much as it usually did. It made her feel like it might be okay if she wasn’t the most perfect radiant. Getting drunk on the job was only the beginning.
It was a little scary, and more exciting. She grasped Venli’s hand and tried to match the tone of her humming. “I like you too. You have strong opinions and you don’t care who knows it. You’re not afraid to take up space. You make me feel…more real.”
She reached inside. Is this okay?
We’ll have to talk things over with Adolin, but you’re your own person, Radiant. This could be good for you.
Kiss her already!
Radiant looked up at Venli and touched her cheek.
“You are real, right?” Venli asked suddenly, covering Radiant’s hand with hers.
Storms, she really wasn’t the perfect woman, was she? 
“Of course I’m real,” Radiant scolded, and shut her up with a kiss.
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gal-palanaeum · 4 months
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Voice by aluminumoxynitride
Rated General, 1500 words, Venli/Leshwi Venli and Leshwi have a heartfelt conversation before reaching the Listener camp.
It was the night before they were set to reach the Listener camp, and Venli couldn't sleep.
Timbre pulsed calming rhythms inside her, hoping to smooth her tangled thoughts, but it was a lost cause.  By the time Honor's moon rose Venli had had enough.  She mumbled an apology to her spren, then thrashed her way out of her bedroll and made her way to the cookfire.  It was the middle of the night; surely no one else would bother her there. 
The flames had burned down to embers, but Venli could see well enough in the blue moonlight.  A tall figure sat by the fire-- one of the other shanay-im.
No, she realized, attuning Surprise.  It was Leshwi.
Venli had rarely seen her Lady sit-- for the barber, and that was all-- and she'd never seen her sit like this, curled into herself like a rockbud in the sun, shoulders sloped and limbs held loose.  She was holding a bottle; Venli saw it glimmer in the dying firelight as she took a long pull.  She backed away, moving as silently as she could to Embarrassment's beat.
Not silently enough.  Leshwi glanced up.   For a moment Venli attuned Anxiety, waiting to be reprimanded, but the Fused merely waved her over.
May as well, Venli thought, and settled next to her on the stones.
"I keep wanting to burn it off," Leshwi said to Derision-- towards herself, Venli realized with a start as her powers translated each nuance of her voice and rhythm.  Leshwi's self-assurance was one of the few constants in Venli's life.  In a lot of ways, she'd built herself upon that rock.  Seeing Leshwi like this was unnerving.  Why did she have to do this now, the night before Venli's reckoning?
Timbre pulsed admonishment.  I know, Venli thought to Reconciliation.  She tugged awkwardly at a crease in her robe.  "The wine?"
Leshwi hummed to Mourning.  "It's instinct.  Seven thousand years of instinct.  Eventually I'll slip up.  I'll heal a scrape without thinking about it, or my body will fight off an illness on its own, or any number of little things, and one day I'll wake up and find I've lost the skies."
Venli attuned Mourning, humming with her.  Voidlight came directly from Odium, and Leshwi was almost certainly cut off.  What would it be like to have something for millennia and then lose it?  "We could find some way to get you more.  You'd only need a little bit."
She leaned back in her seat-- by the songs, it was strange to see her move like that, liquid and slow-- and drank again.  "Don't," she said to Command, but so, so tired.  "Not interested."
Venli felt her face grow warm, her pulse thrumming to Abashment.  "Sorry," she said, and stood to leave.
Leshwi held a hand out.  "Wait," she said to Reconciliation.  "Didn't mean it like that.  You just wanted to be helpful.  I put you on my staff to be helpful.  That's your whole…" she waved a hand vaguely.
"You wouldn't call me that if you were sober," Venli muttered, but she sat back down.
Leshwi hummed Derision in that self-deprecating way.  "'On my staff'?  I know I don't have a staff anymore, Venli, I'm not that drunk."
"I mean helpful," Venli said, the words bitter in her throat.  She saw listener warbands limping back from battle with a fraction of their numbers.  She saw a gemstone shattering on rain-soaked rock, and the change it brought.  She saw Demid's twisted corpse puppeted by a Fused, and her mother staring at her unseeing, and her own hands prying the Shardplate from Eshonai's broken body.  "I'm not.  That isn't me."
Leshwi considered this for a moment, then wordlessly passed her the bottle.
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viridializard · 2 months
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character design practice with stormlight ladies <3
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chumsterfire · 3 months
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A chance for Venli, Voice of Raboniel, to show her quality
@onlycosmere @skymarks @a-willshaper
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highly-invested · 2 months
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Venli is everything a radiant should be to me. "I fucked up and I'm gonna keep fucking up but now I'm committed to turning around and fixing it after." Yes. Queen.
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miss-madithe-baddie · 2 months
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I am OBSESSED with the parallel story arcs of Venli and Dalinar. Mildly jealous sibling who is heavily influenced by Odium and will do anything to satisfy their own desires? And then is traumatized by their own actions? And will do anything to make things better?? Even if they don’t know what those things ARE????? That’s the SHIT my dude
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brookeuwo · 1 year
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Everybody talks about Kaladin admiring Shallan’s self-destructive coping mechanisms, but nobody ever mentions when Venli comes across Kaladin crumpled over the corpse of one of his closest friends, immobilized due to the sheer weight of his sorrow, about to go on a murderous rampage, and goes “damn. I wish I could feel like that”
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mr-puas · 5 months
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swagspren · 1 year
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I love a realistic and painstaking redemption arc. Like everyone is still going to be mean to you and hate you while you’re trying to be better, and part of you redeeming yourself is keeping the will to do better in spite of that. And like. It’d be so easy to give up bc trying to fix what you did means you have to take ownership of it. Not to mention that after you still probably won’t be forgiven, and you will probably never forgive yourself but that doesn’t make it not worth trying and this post is about Venli Stormlight Archive
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Exactly one person asked me to continue drawing spren as dragons, and I will take any excuse I can get, so here you go! Simple drawings of dragon Syl, Pattern, Wyndle, and Timbre!
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cosmereplay · 8 months
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⛵ for Venli please?
⛵ What do I like about this character
Venli was probably the character I understood the least in my first read of the series. I don't have the biggest working memory in the world so I couldn't keep all the characters in my head, and I focused on the Alethi.
To. My. Detriment.
My second read has been very eye-opening! I thought Shallan was my problematic fave but Venli is giving her a run for her money. Timbre dragging her into doing the right thing like dragging an overtired teenager to do their chores is one of the funniest things in the series. I love their dynamic SO MUCH!
And much like Shallan, she carries a lot of the weight of the worldbuilding around listener culture and introducing the Fused. In world, too, she carries a lot of responsibility as the daughter of the Keeper of Songs, and as someone who made a devastatingly wrong choice for the wrong reason, and knows it. And is starting to try to do better.
I am so excited for what she'll be up against next. There's always something interesting happening inside her head and all around her. She IS the plot and I eat popcorn every time she's on screen now.
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gal-palanaeum · 4 months
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Harmony of Scholarly Concerns by TrishyEves
Rated Teen, 4000 words, Rushu/Venli The Queen of Urithiru has gifted Venli with a research assistant. While she would prefer to simply refuse this, to send Rushu back to her mistress, that may be too much of an insult, even for Venli. Thus, their shared work begins. Despite Timbre's pulses to the contrary, Venli is sure nothing will come of this.
Looking up from the book she was in the middle of writing, Venli considered the figure who’d invaded her chamber, giving her a harsh stare. “...repeat that for me. You’re here because...?” Venli asked, her words hitting the jagged notes of the Rhythm of Irritation.
“Queen Navani requested I attend you so long as you stay in Urithiru,” the human explained, their tone frustratingly lax.
“I see.” A gesture of goodwill, Venli guessed. Judging by the human’s bald head, they were an ardent. Pulling from the gifts of her Envoyform, she knew that in Vorin cultures, ardents were literal property, though unlike the singers, their bondage was voluntary. To gift Venli this ardent was like the host presenting their guest with proper furnishings for her chambers. “Your name?”
Did the human’s lips twitch? Was that a smile? “Rushu, Envoy Venli.”
“What if I do not wish to entertain this insult from your Queen?” Venli pushed, speaking to Reprimand. “I have much to learn, much to record, and much to pursue. I am uninterested in being saddled with you .” Inside her gemheart, Timbre pulsed to the same rhythm, but Venli knew that from her bonded spren, the message was for Venli. She was frustrated by Venli’s unnecessary aggression.
The entire point of returning to Urithiru was to reclaim the role she’d once abandoned, to record the stories and songs of her people, and to learn as much as she could to take back and share with them. Perhaps she could discover new forms, this time without cheating.
Venli tapped her long, thin fingers on the hardwood desk before her. Timbre was right, but what did the spren expect? Venli could not help but to be who she was. Venli hurt people.
And yet, Rushu seemed unphased, if Venli was reading their expression correctly. “I suppose I would inform the Queen, and go back to assisting her with her studies.”
“...” Venli blinked, then asked, tentatively attuning to Appreciation, “You are the Queen’s research assistant? You work with her, personally?” Rushu nodded. “Ah.” The tapping of her fingertips hitting the desktop increased in speed. This changed things. Rejecting the Queen’s own attendant? That could be a larger insult than Venli was willing to deliver. Even with her distaste for humans, Venli had picked her side, for good this time. “...fine. Close the door behind you.”
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lamaery · 8 months
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12 stone //SPOILER Rhythm of War
Our resident willshaper shaping through some stone. :)
image description: First image is a blurred version of the next with the handwritten text: Spoiler for Rhythm of War . The second image is a depiction of Venli, seen from a window she is shaping in a wall of stone. She wears a white, loose dress gathered with a bread leather belt and a colorful rope round her waist. She looks up at her hands gliding over the edge of the hole in the rock. Both her hands and her eyes are glowing brightly with stormlight.
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wittyhoid · 2 days
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more stormlight archive characters as text memes!
part one x
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frombraize · 2 months
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man i love venli
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life-b4-death · 4 months
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Rip to people who didn't like RoW and everyone who hates Venli, I could never be you
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