Sadeas and Elhokar are not foils in the slightest but instead a mysterious new thing where you can use Sadeas to win multiple Elhokar stan moashcourse arguments. “It was bad for Moash to assassinate Elhokar!” and yet Adolin assassinating Sadeas for the exact same reason Moash assassinated Elhokar and in the exact same manner that Moash assassinated Elhokar is universally (rightfully even!) seen as Good and Based. “Elhokar was only nineteen during the Roshone Affair, he was just a kid, he can’t be held responsible for that!” Sadeas is sixteen in ob 3 and he does All That. Are you gonna be morally consistent and say Sadeas doing All That is fine in-universe because he was a kid (something you shouldn’t seriously do btw!). And so on
I'm not great at using GIMP but spite fueled me. Thanks to @that-androgynous-lightweaver for informing me that this WoB said that he pictured Skai aka Dominion to use she/her pronouns. (Though he did say that was subject to change).
While I think it would be amazing if the canon, big bearded Skai that was revealed in the card game used she/her, I'm not getting my hopes up lmao. Until then, I've feminized Dominion (fem!Dom, if you will) and spent a whole ass day learning GIMP stuff.
this pride month I think it's important to remind everyone that the nahel bond says trans rights. radiant spren say trans rights. stormlight, honor's own investiture, literally said "trans rights now" when the king of the reshi isles bonded an ashspren. just think about that.
drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
Shallan meets Kaladin after her attempt to infiltrate the palace at Kholinar. She needs reassurance; she needs to know that she's safe, she can keep going, she's alive. Kaladin is what she needs, and while he only meant to give her a surgeon's once-over, his feelings for her make him all too willing to give in to her.
Set during Oathbringer.
rating: explicit; kaladin/shallan(veil); 1.5k words
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Shallan wrapped her arms tightly around herself, her back to the stone wall. She slid down until she was sitting on the grimy floor of the abandoned building, her arms pressed into her thighs and her chin to her knees.
For several nerve-wracking minutes, her only companion was the sound of her breathing. In, out. In, out.
Finally, Kaladin appeared in the empty doorway, Pattern dimpling his coat.
“Storms!” he said, kneeling beside her. “Shallan, what happened to you?”
“Well,” she said, relaxing her arms and legs enough that the bloodstain covering her chest was visible, “as a connoisseur of things that have killed me, I think a sword happened.”
Kaladin’s eyes widened at the sight. “Shallan…”
“The evil force that rules the palace did not think highly of someone coming with a letter from the king.” She smiled at him. “You could say, um, it made that point quite clear.”
Smile, she thought. I need you to smile.
I need what happened to be alright. Something that can simply roll off me.
Please.
“Well…” Kaladin started. “I’m glad we… took a stab at this anyway.”
He smiled.
It was all right. Just another day, another infiltration. Relief washed through her in a cooling, calming wave. He helped her to her feet, then went to check on her wound.
His hand against her chest made her breath catch. His fingers found her skin through the hole in her coat and the feelings swirling within her suddenly turned warm.
Kaladin seemed to realise where his hands were and he froze before trying to pull back, but Shallan’s hand covered his, keeping it pressed against her.
“Sorry,” he stammered. “Surgeon’s instincts.”
His face was very close to hers, though she saw little else beyond his eyes. Those hard, intense eyes; whether brown or blue, looking into them was like looking into a highstorm. Her breath was coming heavily enough that both of their hands moved with her chest. Slowly, she moved his hand, sliding it over until it cupped her breast through her coat.
She saw the shift in his expression as she did that. She saw the uncertainty get replaced with hunger and the self-control slip away. Her eyes dropped to his lips; slightly parted. She only saw them for a second, because a second later they were pressed against her own.
She gasped into his mouth as all of her senses were suddenly consumed by Kaladin. The firm muscles of his body pushing her against the hard stone wall, his scent filling her nose, his hair brushing her cheek, his large, warm hands on her breast and her waist. She pressed herself even closer against him, his warmth a reminder of how real and alive he was.
Their kiss drew corrupted passionspren but Shallan hardly noticed them. Her entire world was Kaladin.
