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after dawnshard activities (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

[cosmereplay]

Happy femslash february! Here's a Cord/Rysn that @stormscience drew and I coloured:

[ID: Cord serenades Rysn on the deck of a ship at sea. It's a clear sunny day, the sky is blue, the anticipationspren are wiggling, and Cord plays a mandolin-inspired instrument, standing next to Rysn and leaning a bit towards her, singing with a big smile and a blush. Cord wears sea-worthy clothing in yellow, green, and red, reminiscent of a pirate, and she has long and voluminous red hair. Rysn sits in a standard push wheelchair with her hands in her lap. She wears a long green skirt with a loose shirt and a leather vest, topped with a scarf that just happens to match the colour of Cord's hair. Rysn looks up at Cord with a flushed face and a slightly anxious expression. End ID.]

[dreamgazeshoepop]

Happy pride month to rysn and cord

[sunroseofthewood]

Little Corysn comic c:

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[gal-palanaeum]

Thinking, Overthinking, and a Pile of Letters by bridgeboy

Rated General, 6000 words, Khriss/Design and Cord/Rysn A philosophical treatise on the nature of love, masquerading as a fanfiction about two dorky scholars meeting for the first time. Design has questions, Khriss has answers... maybe. Beware spoilers across the cosmere!

Despite having her own office, Khriss preferred doing her research in the university's enormous library. Proximity to massive amount of information played into it, of course, but the bigger reason was that it was easier to get away from people and actually focus on her research. Her office was known to everyone at the university—why, it was known to practically everyone in Silverlight itself—and as a result, she had frequent visitors. The library, meanwhile, may as well have been a maze. It was easy to find a quiet corner far from distractions, and Khriss made a point to never hole up in the same study nook twice in a row; that helped make it much harder for people to find her on purpose. Of course, she'd still see other people as they wandered by, but they were just other users of the library; they never actually disrupted her.

Usually, at least.

Khriss looked up in surprise when she heard the scrape of someone pulling out the chair across from her. She'd been poring over maps of Western Roshar, and she'd been so absorbed in her thoughts she hadn't heard the newcomer approach.

They appeared to be a human woman, although Khriss knew that didn't necessarily mean much. Her long white hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and a tight, dark green dress showed off her frankly stunning curves. She seemed to be looking over the piles of assorted notes that were spread across the table.

"What are you working on?" the stranger asked.

Khriss ignored the question. "Who are you?" She was happy to talk about her work, but she wouldn't tell just anybody about it.

"My name is Design," the stranger said cheerily. She picked up one of the maps and started scanning it over.

Khriss wrinkled her brow, searching her memory for how she knew that name… Hoid's spren. Of course. She relaxed; Hoid was a pain in the ass, but he could be trusted—well, he could be trusted with knowledge of Khriss's current project, at least.

"I'm Khriss," she said. "I'm currently trying to get to the bottom of how a simple merchant on Roshar got a hold of one of the Dawnshards."

"Oh, Hoid told me about you. The famous scholar!" Design grinned. "Have you tried lifting up all your notes and checking underneath? Or… wait… that was a figure of speech, wasn't it?"

Khriss raised an eyebrow, then nodded slowly. She'd never actually met a Cryptic in person, but she'd read about their tendency to take things far too literally. "So Hoid is in town, then? What's he working on?"

"I'm honestly not sure!" Design let the map drop back to the table, eyeing a stack of letters. "Something about Aons, probably. Or Awakening. Something with an A. He said he didn't need my help but now I'm bored. Can I look through those?" She pointed at the letters.

"Uh, sure." With her concentration broken and distraction-free environment disrupted, there wasn't really any point in trying to get much work done at this point. Khriss decided she'd indulge a few questions from Design, then send the spren on her way.

Meanwhile, Design helped her self to the letters and began reading through them. Khriss couldn't help but notice how quickly she moved from one letter to the next—much faster than the average human could read. Fascinating. Would Design be interested in letting herself be timed?

Barely a moment passed before Design looked up. "The note on top is right, I don't see anything in here about Dawnshards." She wrinkled her nose and frowned. "Why are the letters written in two different languages? Also, does my facial expression look sufficiently confused? I still have a hard time getting confusion right. It doesn't come up much."

"You look kind of confused but mostly annoyed."

"Damnation, I'll have to practice that some more. Anyways, the languages? It would be more logical for them both to pick one to have their conversation in."

Khriss nodded. "It's because they were in love," she explained. "From what I can tell, they were practicing each other's native tongues."

Design quirked an eyebrow. "What does learning a new language have to do with love? They seem to like each other from all the 'I miss you' stuff but what does language factor in?"

Khriss sat back in her chair. How was she supposed to explain this? "Doing nice things for someone is a way to show you love them, through your actions instead of your words. Learning someone's native language so that they can understand you better is a really big action, and a really kind thing to do for another person."

Design hummed thoughtfully. "Would solving a complex math problem for someone show that you loved them?"

"Um. I guess so? If the person on the receiving end was really struggling and needed help."

"Does that mean all teachers are in love with their students?"

"No, definitely not."

"Why?"

"You don't have to be in love with someone to care about them."

"What's the difference between loving and caring?"

Khriss opened her mouth to reply, then stopped. There was a difference, of course, but Design's questions had her all turned around. "I… I need to think about that. It's hard to explain."

"Okay!" Design said, surprisingly chipper given that her question hadn't actually been answered. She put down the stack of letters and stood. "Thanks for the chat!"

And then she walked away, leaving Khriss sitting alone in stunned silence.

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[jewishicequeen]

Please give us Corysn fics where Rysn calls Cord "Akilu" thank you

[pocketramblr]

37 and 53 (coming out fic and mutual pining) for any wlw ship <3

heck it its Rysn/Cord time yallll

It starts small- it starts with Rysn noticing how Cord’s shardplate suits her, when its on fully and properly. It starts with them chatting more and more in Vedan, and Rysn asking if Cord wouldn’t mind teaching her Unkalaki as well. With her people knowing more of the Sleepless and the cosmere, it would be good for Rysn to know as well now.

It starts with Cord noticing lovely trinkets in the market that Rysn could string on her brows and hair, it starts with her preparing food to share for the lessons she gives by the fireplace- Chirri-chirri would eat a heating fabrial, but she can be distracted with snacks from Cord too.

It goes on with Rysn worrying about Cord when she’s away as someone else’s guard- as ridiculous as that is to worry, when she’s in full shard and armed with her bow.

It goes on with Cord worrying about Rysn when she leaves the tower- guarded as she is with the growing larken, with the Gods Who Sleep Not.

They write to each other- Cord told Rysn so long ago on a cool beach night that it was just so good to have someone she could talk to, and it is still true now, when they are apart for periods.

“You shot the Herald Nale in the face?” Rysn laughs when they reunite, stroking Chirri-chirri, who’s almost too big to fit in her lap. “Oh, I love you.”

Then she freezes, because she hadn’t meant to say that. It had been a while, since her tongue got her in trouble for going too fast.

Cord freezes too, then looks away, at the fire. “Well. I tried to. He caught it, the shot was tuma'alki.” 

“You, weak? Doubt that.” Rysn is torn between trying to comfort and trying to figure out how what she had said had been taken.

Chirri-chirri looks up at her, hums encouraging.

“’Akilu,” Rysn speaks up. “Out of curiosity- how would it be done on the peaks, if one woman romanced another?”

“Curiosity?” Cord can’t keep her voice emotionless at that.

“In Azir, there is paperwork, as always.” Rysn shrugs. “Vorin don’t really care much, as long as you have the proper people there for oaths, and one isn’t in the Ardentia without the other.”

Cord slowly looks away from the fire. “She would make a poem, first. A poem to sing to her family and nuatoma, so all on peak knows she will court women, and if men or not. Then another poem, when she proposes.”

Rysn nodded. Poetry made sense, and did sound nice to receive.

Ah. Hypothetically.

“But I have heard of this thing for some,” Cord continues after a moment, “Where her lover helps her with the first poem.”

Oh. Rysn’s cheeks were red, but she’d gone this far. 

“Would you let me help you write that poem- if you want to make one, of course. Curiousity. Hypothetically.”

Finally, Cord begins to laugh too. “Oh, Rysn. No.” Before her heart could sink, the taller woman keeps going. “You know not many words, it would not be a very good poem.”

Cord reaches over, places her hand over Rysn’s. “But I will write one worthy of the Fal’ala’liki’nor’s daughter. And one worthy of she who will be Rysn Ftori’s wife.”

“Wife, huh.” Rysn feels slightly breathless. “Bit bold of you to say so soon.”

“Mm.” Cord doesn’t really answer tha. Rysn wonders if she can see passionspren or joyspren that must be near, if not visible to her yet. “But true, I think.”

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[cosmereplay]

One of them owns a sick suit of magical armour she won in an ancient city; she's sworn to serve. One holds one of the most important secrets in history; a master trader, but the only thing she can't afford to lose is her heart. They both rely on second languages to speak to each other but the effort is so worth it. I didn't name them but I bet you will if you read Dawnshard