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Adolin

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Spellcheck.

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Purrshendi

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Camping with bestie

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kaladin and szeth do have a few things in common. for one thing they are both people who, when asked what their "body count" is, would start listing people they've killed

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iaRIDE

What do we thing Sadeas named his horse

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Happy Mother's Day!

In honor of the day, I have a not-yet-published short snippet of Kaladin and Hesina from my modern college Stormlight AU.

“Tell me about your friends.” His mother probed.

Kaladin shrugged, looking at his phone on the table. Shallan still hadn’t replied.

“Don’t make me do it.” Hesina chided, poking him teasingly in the ribs. Kaladin looked up at her and she had a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Storms, what was she plotting?

“Do what?” Kaladin asked hesitantly.

His mother eyed him critically for a moment before nodding to herself and disappearing down the hall. Kaladin heard the closet door open then close and then the rumble of wheels on tile. She had returned with Kaladin’s suitcase of all things. Was she throwing him out because he wouldn’t tell her about his nonexistent college friends? Hesina squatted to sit astride the rolling luggage and propelled herself forward with her feet. What the hell. The overnights in the ER must be finally getting to her.

Kaladin eyed her, incredulous. “Mom, what are you doing?”

“Riding your case, of course.” She responded, smiling.

Kaladin groaned aloud, putting his face in his hands. Insufferable progenitor.

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*crawls from the depths of obscurity and an extended tumblr hiatus*

To whomever it may concern, today is my one year ao3 anniversary!😁🎉

To celebrate but also in the interest of posting my customary crem, below the cut is an excerpt from a recent chapter of my Shakadolin Stormlight Modern College AU WIP where the trio is at a frat party and Shallan is putting her drawing skills to 'good' use on a guy who passed out with his shoes on. The snippet is mildly NSFW.

“Do I even want to know what inane rule he violated in this dystopian hellscape to warrant that particular form of denigrating abuse?” Kaladin asked.

“Probably not. But the rule is if you pass out with your shoes on…” Adolin gestured. 

“What? People draw dicks on your face with impunity using permanent marker?”

“It doesn’t have to be dicks—although around here that’s typically what it is, yeah.”

“That’s more than crude. It’s—” Kaladin struggled to find the right word, “it’s…barbaric.”

“I know!” Shallan exclaimed.

Good, at least he and Shallan were on the same page about this.

“Amateurs,” Shallan muttered, shaking her head dismissively and meandering away from his side. He watched her progress intently as she crossed the room to the couch. Storms, she was about to confront them and give them an earful, wasn’t she? Good for her.

“Give me that.” Shallan commanded as she reached them.

Kaladin took a couple steps in case she needed backup but froze at what he saw next. Shallan pushed up the unconscious guy’s sleeve and started drawing on his arm. Kaladin’s mouth fell open but he shut it before looking back at Adolin, who shrugged indifferently. Kaladin turned back and blinked a few times to confirm he was indeed seeing correctly.

“Damn, girl, that’s really good!” One of the guys leaned in closer. “What else can you draw?”

Kaladin couldn’t help himself. He was curious. He shuffled over to look at the guy’s arm.

It was male genitalia but much less crude than all the others. In fact, it was remarkably detailed and well-executed—a perfect anatomically correct flaccid penis that was arguably better than some textbook depictions he had seen. She had modified the testes, however. They looked like overly round trainers and had laces, complete with aglets. Below it she was in the process of writing something in a neat, cramped script, sorry to give you SHOE balls. Try staying UP next time!

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Kaladin end of WaT spoilers:

Video ID: A pink brain with a feminine voice smiles with a cartoon face as it speaks to an initially menacingly dark chuckling swirling cloud of blackness with a white cartoon face. The pink brain's face turns sinister and its eyes glow white and it powers up with flames around it, eventually forming a growing flaming ball in front of it that it uses to vaporize a now very concerned swirling black depression cloud Death Star-style in a brown and gray dusty explosion.

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My key take away from Wind and Truth is that Adolin Kholin is never truly unarmed

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So, therapy...

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Words of Radiance finale

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Pro tip from a person who just pulled this insane maneuver off: If you want a girl to like you, just ramble about swords until she kisses you. 60% of the time it works every time.

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Something that still keeps me up at night from Chapter 122 of WaT...

***minor WaT spoiler below the cut***

is that someone is milking 'hogs'. Not sows. Hogs.

If I can't be sure if that milk came from a male or female pig, I'm not drinking it. Sanderson, my dude, I know you know the word 'sow', why did you do this to us? 🥲