#veil stormlight

[linderosse]

Saw you were open for art suggestions! I loved your Link and Kaladin art from a while back - might I suggest Shallan meeting one of the Zeldas?

Heck yeah, an excuse to do more Stormlight Archives x Zelda!

OoT Zelda would get along well with Shallan. And OoT Sheik would get along *really* well with Veil :)

(I have so many ideas for this little set of crossovers hahaha)

OoT Link | Kaladin

[taravangians-storming-balls]

Shallan merges with Veil at the end of RoW and is like "why do I want to kiss women so much suddenly"

[highly-invested]

[stormlight-archive]

Oathbringer fun!!

[cosmereplay]

Day 4: Doomed by the narrative

Rated Teen, Veil & Tyn, RoW spoilers

“Where am I?” Veil asked. One minute, she'd been asking Shallan if she had done well, and the next, she'd found herself fading…and now, she was at a darkeyes tavern?

She stepped forward tentatively, looking around. The other people seemed…indistinct, except for one person sitting at the bar who looked deeply familiar, despite the fact that Veil had never met her. 

They could never have met, because it was the woman whose manner, fashion, and history Veil had stolen whole cloth.

The woman glanced down and to the side, tilting her ear towards Veil as if she could hear Veil’s thoughts.

“You gonna come join me, Veil?” Tyn asked. “Always room for one more in the Tranquilline Halls.”

“You’re not even Vorin,” Veil chuckled as she sat beside her, her confusion drowned in the sheer excitement of meeting the mentor she’d never actually met. “Am I dead?” she asked, as Tyn gestured to the barkeep for a round of Horneater White. “How do you know me?”

Tyn offered a cheers. “First, to the woman who finally killed me,” she said with an easy smile. She didn’t seem to have taken it too badly.

“To Shallan Davar.” They clinked glasses, and Veil drank her small cup in one go. It didn’t even burn going down. It just warmed her belly, leaving her feeling as indistinct as the rest of the tavern looked. She shook her head, as if to shake off the fuzziness. 

“What a woman. I had no idea what I was getting into when I met her.” Tyn smiled again, looking Veil up and down. “She really liked the outfit, huh?”

“She liked a lot about you,” Veil said, and spun her empty glass on the bartop at what looked like an impossible angle. The trick was simply to do it confidently. “Because of you, I could do what she felt she couldn’t do. I had the skills she didn’t have, or didn’t want to have. Because of you, I was free in a way she thought she couldn’t be.”

Tyn narrowed her eyes. “She even took my advice about blending in as a darkeyes. I like that. You know, I’ve been watching ever since she ran me through with that storming Blade.”

The idea that she’d been watching them brought up some acutely embarrassing memories, and Veil winced. “Even in Kholinar?”

Tyn laughed, loudly and freely. “Yeah. You two were a piece of work out there. Nah, I'm remembering that cursed place with the beads.”

“Shadesmar?”

“Yeah. And your time at the tower city. You earned that hat and coat, girl, the way you can flip those cards. The way you can talk yourself out of trouble. You earned your reputation. You were based on me, Veil, but you grew out of me. You did things I was never capable of. Putting someone else first. Loving someone. Protecting them. After a while, I realized I was rooting for you. I want you to know that. You were…” She wiped her eye. “Storms, you’re the closest thing I ever had to a daughter. I…”

“You don’t have to say it.” Veil’s breath caught between embarrassment and longing.

“No, don’t you see?” Tyn said. “That’s why I’m still here, hanging on. I have to say it. I was a conwoman all my life. This is my last chance to say something honest in this Heralds-forsaken life.”

Tyn reached out, taking Veil’s freehand in her uncovered safehand. She had stayed behind for her. For Veil. The touch was intimate in a way Veil had never known, and it moved her deeply. 

“You did good, kid.” She squeezed Veil’s hand, and Veil squeezed back, treasuring the warmth of it. She reimagined those same worst moments knowing that Tyn, her never-mentor, had been cheering her on. Her throat swelled with emotion, and she could feel her eyes watering. 

She looked up to find Tyn’s eyes were also sparkling with barely-suppressed emotion. They both quickly looked away, wiping their eyes in a symmetrical series of motions.

Veil ordered the next round, and lifted her cup. “To learning from the best.”

“If I’d been the best I wouldn’t have gotten stabbed by a seventeen-year-old,” Tyn laughed.

Veil grinned. “Fine. To the woman I tried to become.”

The older woman lifted her cup. “And to the woman you actually became.”

They clinked their cups, then drank. Veil felt this one hit harder. She started to feel a bit dizzy, disoriented. The tavern around them started to swirl and fade. “I am dead, aren’t I?” she said, half in awe. The air seemed to sparkle with an electric energy.

“No, just me. It’s my time now,” Tyn said. She had stood, and she leaned back against the bar casually, looking upwards as the scene faded into a soft, warm light. “Go back to Shallan, kid. Things’ll be different, sure, but that’s life, and you’ve got a lot more living to do.”

The light brightened until Veil couldn’t see Tyn anymore. “Goodbye,” she whispered, as finally, she felt herself floating in the back of Shallan’s mind again. She stepped forward, feeling her former consciousness fade and change into a bright new awareness.

She had done well.

"Yes," Shallan whispered. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

[loucygoosey]

Veil is so silly and I’m in love w her

[kazs-scheming-face]

Veil!

{please ask permission to repost. reblogs are appreciated}

[ID: A realistic digital bust drawing of Veil from The Stormlight Archive. She is a young woman with tan skin and long, dark hair. Her eyes are dark brown, and she is wearing a white high-necked shirt, a white trench coat, and a white, wide-brimmed hat. She is looking at the viewer with a concerned, calculating expression, with her head tilted slightly to the side. End ID]

[king-of-the-oreo]

good old inktober of 2021

[knightsgaydiant]

I don’t talk enough about how much I want to drunkenly make out with Veil in an alleyway

[mr-jaybird]

miniature of the day: veil from words of radiance

[gal-palanaeum]

Femslash fic rec

A night drinking with Jasnah causes Veil to let slip some things that she and Shallan would rather not have come out.

Rated Teen, 1500 words, unrequited Shallan/Jasnah

[jewishdainix]

Since you all are predictible cowards, I am remaking this.

[onlycosmere]

The Stormlight Archive by Josh Corpuz

Shallan, Dalinar, Kaladin, Jasnah, Szeth

Pattern, Moash, Adolin, Syl, Rock, Gaz

Hoid, Lopen, Eshonai, Navani, Zahel

Sadeas, Lift, Veil, Teft, Rlain

Ben McSweeney: Pretty excellent, I like a lot of these!

The artist is from the Phillipines, and they do superb animation work as well. I think they're tied up in videogames, working on JRPGs.

[cosmereplay]

Day 28: Made you smile

Rated Teen, Beryl/Darcira and Ishnah/Veil, Oathbringer spoilers Cross posted on ao3

“I’m sorry I only have three cups,” Beryl said as she passed them out, then poured red wine in each. Veil thought it was sweet of her.

"Don't worry about it, I'd rather drink from the bottle anyway," Veil said, and traded with Beryl. After all, she had an image to maintain in front of the other members of the Unseen Court. 

They sat in various places across Beryl’s small living space. Veil sat on Beryl's small bed with Ishnah close beside her, which she took as a hopeful sign. Darcira was curled up in a chair, looking like she was trying to spontaneously enter Shadesmar. Beryl sat cross-legged on a small rug on the floor. There were no windows, but the room was lit with topaz chips, giving the space the cheerful orange glow of a cozy fireplace, if not the warmth.

“I’d say it’s about time we got to know each other better,” Veil said to her assemblage of Lightweavers. It was just the women tonight. They were mostly new, and they needed a chance to relax and have fun together. “How about we play Heralds?”

Darcira groaned, but the others perked up. “Full ten?” Beryl asked eagerly, wiggling a bit as she sat.

“How about just the female Heralds, since it’s ladies’ night tonight?” Veil suggested with a small smirk. Shallan Davar was their boss, so this drinking game would be completely inappropriate. Veil, though…she thought she might get a chance to kiss Ishnah before the night was through.

. . .

A few turns in, Darcira had drank a few times but hadn’t been picked yet, and she was a bundle of nerves about it. Were they excluding her, or did they see she was nervous and they were trying to be nice? Darcira couldn’t tell. She knew it was important to spend more time with fellow Lightweavers, but everyone was so intimidating! Veil and Beryl were so cool and collected, and Ishnah was practically attached at the hip to Veil. Darcira couldn’t blame her, but where did that leave her? On the outside, looking in as usual. She absently wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt as she worried. 

“Next up,” Veil said. “Hmmm, I pick…Darcira!”

Oh storms, here we go. Which Herald was the least likely to get her in trouble? Certainly not Chanarach or Vedel, and her mind went blank when she tried to think of a skill that the others wouldn’t know… “Shalash?”

“Aw, come on!” Ishnah complained, but Veil nodded approvingly. 

“It’s a good frostmelter. Tell us a truth we don’t know about you. If any of us know it, you have to drink. But if we don’t know it, we all have to drink.”

Darcira was sure she was the most boring person alive. She knew these were supposed to be interesting! “Well,” she said, bringing her knees tighter to her chest, “the first time I ever Soulcasted something, it was completely by accident. It was Mother’s birthday, and her very favourite food is sweet kumaballs. I wanted to make it for her, but we were out of lavis. So, I held the empty jar in my hands and prayed to the Almighty to give me a miracle. I heard a voice asking for change, and, well, I’m sure you know the rest. I heard a pop, and when I opened my eyes, the room was dark and the jar was full of lavis!”

“Did you make the kumaballs with it? How did it taste?” Beryl asked.

“Oh, it didn’t taste especially good,” Darcira said, smiling wryly as she remembered. “But Mother says it’s the best birthday present she ever got.”

The others awwed and clapped, and as they all took drinks, Darcira started to relax. Beryl’s smile especially seemed so inviting, Darcira decided maybe she could join her on the floor.

. . .

As Darcira joined her, Beryl took a long draught of wine to show her appreciation for the story. Darcira really was very sweet, and the story had just made it more apparent. “It’s your turn to choose someone,” she reminded her.

“Oh! How about you then?” Darcira asked. “If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Beryl chuckled, then gave Ishnah a fleeting, but meaningful, look. Before the party, they had each admitted a certain truth to each other, and had offered to give each other help. “I choose Chanarach.”

The others oooohed. “Darcira, you have to make up a rule for Beryl to follow!” Veil explained. “What will you have her do? You could make her say ‘yes Brightness’ after everything you say.”

Ishnah clapped her hands. “No no I’ve got it! How about every time Beryl wants to say something, she has to whisper it to Darcira first for her permission.”

Beryl laughed, but inside she was thanking Ishnah. “Yeah, I’d do that!” she said casually.

“Oh, that seems like…a lot,” Darcira said quietly. Storms, she was so shy. It was adorable.

Ishnah reconsidered. “Okay, how about this, Darcira: Whenever you want, you can whisper something to Beryl, and then she has to say it on your behalf. Doesn’t matter how vulgar or rude.”

“Do it!” Veil said, swinging her bottle around.

Beryl reflected on the fact that she was so very grateful for her friends.

“Okay,” Darcira said, looking down. “Not every time, right? Just when I want?’”

“You’re the boss!” Beryl said.

Darcira met her eyes, and her heart fluttered. Then to her great joy, Darcira leaned in and whispered, “Tell them I’ll do it.” Darcira’s nose brushed against her hair.

“She says she’ll do it!” Beryl announced. Storms, it was starting to feel warm in here.

. . .

“Your turn!” Ishnah announced to Beryl. “I think you should choose Veil. She’s hardly had a chance to drink.”

“Or make any of you drink,” Veil swaggered.

“Veil,” Ishnah said, and pointed at her. “Choose your Herald.”

She was ready with an answer, of course. “Vedel,” she announced.

Darcira blushed.

Ishnah's heart skipped a beat. This is it!

Beryl grinned. “You have to kiss…Ishnah!”

Thank you Beryl, Ishnah thought. You blessed woman.

“I accept the challenge,” Veil said, then looked to Ishnah. "Do you?"

"In the spirit of competition, I accept," Ishnah nodded graciously, but she was singing inside.

They were already side by side on the bed, but it wasn’t close enough for Veil. She got up on her knees, then swung a trousered leg over Ishnah’s lap. She took her by the cheeks, leaned in with a smile, and gave her a long, searing kiss that made Ishnah feel the heat between Veil’s legs where she straddled her.

Ishnah couldn’t contain her dumb smile after that. Veil patted her cheek, then got off her. Beryl winked at her, and Darcira was staring with her mouth open. After a moment, she leaned over to Beryl and whispered in her ear.

“Darcira says that was hot,” Beryl said, and then the two of them cheersed and took a drink.

Ishnah was inclined to agree.

. . .

Veil could feel the smoothness of Ishnah’s lipstick on her face mixing with the warmth of wine in her belly. This was going very very well. “I choose Ishnah next,” she said, only slightly slurring.

Ishnah grinned. “Chanarach.”

Veil looked her up and down. “Every time someone says ‘storms’ you have to undo a button on your havah.”

Darcira gasped.

“Oh, it’s that kind of night,” Beryl giggled. “Do it Ishnah!”

“Yeah, I'll do it,” Ishnah grinned. Veil knew she would. After that kiss, all of Veil’s suspicions had been confirmed. They were going to get sloppy tonight.

Darcira whispered in Beryl’s ear, and Beryl laughed uproariously.

“What did she say?” Veil asked, but Beryl wasn’t able to contain her laughter long enough to talk. “You have to drink if you can’t say it!” she called out, pointing at Beryl.

Beryl took a long drink to calm her laughter. Then she looked at Ishnah. “Darcira says storms storms storms storms storms storms storms!”

[loucygoosey]

I spent way too long working on a meme 💀

[starry-stormy-knight]

taken me ages but behold archive karecktors

adolin and maya beloved but also the most time consuming because i had to figure out how the hell i was going to do adolin's hair and not hate looking at it, and maya took me forever to figure out the colours lol. looked at so many references trying to figure out what dead vines should look like and what i would like it to look and i couldnt really find what i wanted lol. but what i went for was like really dried out and very very dead looking fibre. that wasnt too bad but trying to figure out her clothes that would look decent before and after she becomes a deadeye was hell for me an amateur colour theory understander lmao

i have drawn shallan before so she wasn't too difficult but i was truly torn about which version of pattern i wanted to show?? so i did a few of them hahah. i did a canon compliant version, alluding a bit to BE NOT AFRAID angel vibes. but im pretty passionate about ferrofluid-looking pattern as thats what i picture in my head (but i couldnt really find a good reference so i couldnt really do it well. it's also like, about the way it moves more than a still frame so extra challenge). and if you've seen my shallan art you know i. asdlkfjh. i originally pictured pattern as a QR code so i was compelled to continue it. @mistbjorn this one's for you because youre so right <3

syl i usually picture similar to kida in disney's atlantis when she merges with the crystal and you can see her scalp beneath her transparent hair, so thats the inspo for her. for the sylspear i designed it to look a bit like a caduceus as homage to kaladin's medical training and his dad, and like it's not that deep but i guess the swirly glowy bits are his duality and being torn between two worlds etc etc or you can just picture spren zipping about if you want lol like i definitely pictured syl was one but the other makes no sense

the kholins i dont have much to say since they were not part of my original plan hahaha but i couldn't help adding them too. i lowkey struggled to make them unique but also similar because family alksdjfhs i was sketching this around a time i did a lot of face studies so it was so whack and the colouring absolutely killed me so it is what it is asldkjaklsdjf