#sadalinar

[knightsgaydiant]

me, tentatively, upon entering the stormlight fandom: look I'm just interested in exploring masculinity and I think the sadeas/dalinar relationship is interesting through that lens, and yeah naturally my own transness informs that, but it's not good representation for me to actually write the characters as trans

me now: yeah, for sure, for sure, anyway dalinar big naturals go boing boing as he rides sadeas's t-dick

[little-cute-pink-horrible-being]

Sadalinar is all well and good, but I think Sadeas' relationship with his wife is so cool (a villain who is in a good relationship with his wife, cares for her and they make evil plans together) that it would be a shame to write it off as political marriage.

[isdalinarhot]

the wonderful @cosmereplay , @taravangians-storming-balls , and @to-shards-you-say commissioned @bogreader to do this lovely portrait of the sadalinar beach episode from my fanfic, To Be Honest With Oneself, in honor of International Day of Sadalinar my birthday! I can’t thank them enough! :D

[cosmereplay]

sadalinar 🍬 🥺

hehehe you got it 😎 Salty and sweet!

"WAIT!" The yell was almost louder than the blasted warcamp horns themselves. Dalinar turned in his saddle, his eyes widening as he realized just who it was who was riding his horse to dust just to get Dalinar's attention. "What in the Almighty's tenth name does that snivelling whitespine want?" Adolin asked, frowning. "I'll take care of it, son, whatever it is," Dalinar said uneasily, already turning his horse. "You keep going with our forces. I'll catch up." Sadeas rode into the cloud of dust the army was leaving behind, and Dalinar followed. He didn't go far. Dalinar dismounted among the dust and approached Sadeas. "What in the Almighty's tenth name is this about, Torol?" he demanded. Sadeas raised an eyebrow, opening his jacket to reach a pocket. Without a word, he brought out something small, then proffered it to Dalinar. Storms. It was his morning medication. He'd forgotten it. "Torol, this isn't worth--" "You don't get to decide who I act the third Fool for, you oaf," he said brusquely. "Now take this storming pill before I shove it down your throat. I'm getting dust all over my nice jacket." Dalinar grabbed the pill, then tossed it down his throat, but it was just so dry-- Sadeas sighed loudly and bashed Dalinar in the chest with something. Oh. A flask. "Before you start complaining, it's just water," he said brusquely, looking away. "Just take it. I feel more like an idiot the longer I stand here." As Dalinar drank, a warmth filled him. Not the warmth of liquid fire pouring down his throat, but the warmth of being cared for. Dare he say loved? No. Not out loud, at least. But this was as loud as either of them had dared to be. Leave it to Torol to be braver than I, Dalinar thought as he gave back the flask. He really did need that medication. Before he'd had a chance to even thank him, Sadeas had remounted, leaving Dalinar sneezing. For the rest of the mission, Dalinar was distracted by all the things he could do to thank the man who'd risk everything, just to make sure Dalinar was safe for a few more hours.

For my Halloween ask game

[the-elderly-are-evolving]

i'm currently rereading stormlight archive (it's been a few years)

and I just need to know if anyone else missed the Sadalinar stuff at first too? They're such exes I can't BELIEVE I didn't see it before now....

I mean even if you don't ship it or whatever like. I'm just talking about the characters' relationship it's like. Idk that I've ever SEEN 2 people who act more divorced.

[kissagii]

sadalinar. or something. idk. divorced gay old men.

i have no explanation for this. i'm losing my mind.

[stormtide-leviathan]

I think the stormlight fandom needs to talk about Sadeas/Dalinar shipping more. Because a) it’s just funny, i mean look at those two they are soooooo weird exes and b) the shipname is like, fucking “Sadalinar” or something and that’s just funny. “Yeah it’s like dalinar. No yeah he’s sad”

[knightsgaydiant]

transmasc literate sadeas doodling torol sadeas-kholin in his notebooks if you even care