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cosmereplay · 11 months
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Source: Discord user AshDasher from 17th Shard server, reposted with permission.
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wanderingchanneler · 7 months
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Kaleshwi is proof that it’s possible to have sex while fully clothed
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gal-palanaeum · 3 months
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Voice by aluminumoxynitride
Rated General, 1500 words, Venli/Leshwi Venli and Leshwi have a heartfelt conversation before reaching the Listener camp.
It was the night before they were set to reach the Listener camp, and Venli couldn't sleep.
Timbre pulsed calming rhythms inside her, hoping to smooth her tangled thoughts, but it was a lost cause.  By the time Honor's moon rose Venli had had enough.  She mumbled an apology to her spren, then thrashed her way out of her bedroll and made her way to the cookfire.  It was the middle of the night; surely no one else would bother her there. 
The flames had burned down to embers, but Venli could see well enough in the blue moonlight.  A tall figure sat by the fire-- one of the other shanay-im.
No, she realized, attuning Surprise.  It was Leshwi.
Venli had rarely seen her Lady sit-- for the barber, and that was all-- and she'd never seen her sit like this, curled into herself like a rockbud in the sun, shoulders sloped and limbs held loose.  She was holding a bottle; Venli saw it glimmer in the dying firelight as she took a long pull.  She backed away, moving as silently as she could to Embarrassment's beat.
Not silently enough.  Leshwi glanced up.   For a moment Venli attuned Anxiety, waiting to be reprimanded, but the Fused merely waved her over.
May as well, Venli thought, and settled next to her on the stones.
"I keep wanting to burn it off," Leshwi said to Derision-- towards herself, Venli realized with a start as her powers translated each nuance of her voice and rhythm.  Leshwi's self-assurance was one of the few constants in Venli's life.  In a lot of ways, she'd built herself upon that rock.  Seeing Leshwi like this was unnerving.  Why did she have to do this now, the night before Venli's reckoning?
Timbre pulsed admonishment.  I know, Venli thought to Reconciliation.  She tugged awkwardly at a crease in her robe.  "The wine?"
Leshwi hummed to Mourning.  "It's instinct.  Seven thousand years of instinct.  Eventually I'll slip up.  I'll heal a scrape without thinking about it, or my body will fight off an illness on its own, or any number of little things, and one day I'll wake up and find I've lost the skies."
Venli attuned Mourning, humming with her.  Voidlight came directly from Odium, and Leshwi was almost certainly cut off.  What would it be like to have something for millennia and then lose it?  "We could find some way to get you more.  You'd only need a little bit."
She leaned back in her seat-- by the songs, it was strange to see her move like that, liquid and slow-- and drank again.  "Don't," she said to Command, but so, so tired.  "Not interested."
Venli felt her face grow warm, her pulse thrumming to Abashment.  "Sorry," she said, and stood to leave.
Leshwi held a hand out.  "Wait," she said to Reconciliation.  "Didn't mean it like that.  You just wanted to be helpful.  I put you on my staff to be helpful.  That's your whole…" she waved a hand vaguely.
"You wouldn't call me that if you were sober," Venli muttered, but she sat back down.
Leshwi hummed Derision in that self-deprecating way.  "'On my staff'?  I know I don't have a staff anymore, Venli, I'm not that drunk."
"I mean helpful," Venli said, the words bitter in her throat.  She saw listener warbands limping back from battle with a fraction of their numbers.  She saw a gemstone shattering on rain-soaked rock, and the change it brought.  She saw Demid's twisted corpse puppeted by a Fused, and her mother staring at her unseeing, and her own hands prying the Shardplate from Eshonai's broken body.  "I'm not.  That isn't me."
Leshwi considered this for a moment, then wordlessly passed her the bottle.
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nic-cage-incognito · 16 days
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Took these from my shit posting TikTok, maybe they'll be better appreciated here
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lamaery · 2 months
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some more art for femslash February featuring Eshonai and Azure being the best worldhopping girlfriends out there. Leshwi and Jaxlim sharing a passion for growth and gardening.
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(sorry I just had to add this comment from discord 😆) and Sja-Anat and Evi which could be loosely seen as accompanying art to this ficlet by @cosmereplay
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(disclaimer: non of these ships I came up with myself but they were suggested by the amazing people from the Bridge Four Discord, when I asked for potential couples to scribble pictures for) 😀
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onlycosmere · 7 months
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Duel in the sky by Gerva Perez
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thesitcomarchive · 2 months
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In a fit of anger, Moash resolves to burn everything that reminds him of Kaladin, however he quickly realises that everything he looks at does. Odium establishes a mental health clinic in Kharbronth in hopes of recruiting fledgling Radiants. Leshwi challenges a sky-eel to a duel in the surge of Gravitation but fails to finish the job as she finds it fights too honorably.
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knight-of-skyloft · 7 months
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RoW ch. 111:
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Literally how am I supposed to recover emotionally from Kaladin saving Leshwi with his new living plate and Leshwi reacting with obvious wonder
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holly-blaze · 8 months
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I just saw that you finished RoW. Any chance you’ll draw Rlain and/or Renarin? Or maybe trans icon Leshwi
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I had some other folk request Renarin and Rlain so I plan on drawing those two later but like
Leshwi 👀👀👀
I love a woman who will straight up kill me but in an honorable way
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pekgna · 11 months
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🖤🤎❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Happy Pride month! Be careful with passionspren, they're snitches! 🏳️‍🌈
From top to bottom, left to right: Venli, Moash; Kaladin, Leshwi, Elhokar; Rlain, Renarin, Adolin; Shallan, Jasnah, Wit; Mraize
π 🏳️‍🌈
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cosmereplay · 2 months
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Day 12: Karma
Rated Teen, Leshwi/transfem!Kaladin, post-RoW. Kaladin’s egg breaks. This’ll be part 1 of 3, part 2 will be coming up on the 18th!
“Kill me,” Leshwi said to the Rhythm of Hope, as Kaladin’s speartip hovered just below her chin. 
“No,” he smiled.
They had taken time away from their new responsibilities to spar. This time, he had come to her at the Listener enclave. Their duel had taken them deep into a chasm of the Shattered Plains, chasing each other around impossible turns. It had been exhilarating. 
She hadn't known she could still feel alive until she'd fought him. And now she didn’t know if she would get another life after this one. It made her feel frail, vulnerable–mortal.  
And yet in moments like this, especially with Kaladin, Leshwi's memories of the endless cycles of war and imprisonment on Braize seemed distant. She felt like the whole world was new, and that she hadn’t just been reborn, she’d been renewed. She felt totally free.
One of the things she chose to do with that freedom was spar with Kaladin. For so long, no one had come close to her level of skill, and in this life she had actually learned from Kaladin. Like today, he had used some kind of grappling move on her, flipping her through the air until she’d landed flat on her back, and he’d straddled her waist, his weight pressing her into the stone. Though he sat heavy on top of her, she didn’t feel the sting of defeat, just the thrill of the contest. They made an incredible match.
“Kill me,” she insisted, riding the Rhythm of Confidence. “Give me a reason to find a body you would like more.”
He blinked in confusion, and his grip on the spear tightened. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“A woman’s body, so I can entice you. Normally I am not picky about the body I receive, but…my passion has changed.” So, so much had changed.
“I…That would be too great a risk, Leshwi. Odium would torture you.”
“I would find a way to escape Braize. I would find my way back to you,” she said, forcing Confidence.
Slowly, his whole body relaxed, and he dismissed his spear. He looked down, then rested his hands on her broad, flat chest, splaying out his fingers across her carapace. “Leshwi, it’s an honour that you would do that for me, but it wouldn’t be necessary. You…you’re…ah…I’m enticed anyway.” He stared at his hands for a moment, then glanced at her. “Sorry,” he said quickly, and scrambled off her. He looked away awkwardly, then turned back to offer his hand to help her stand.
Leshwi attuned Reconciliation and kept holding his hand, even after she’d stood. This was something new and delicate, too. She felt so free much of the time, sometimes she forgot how stuck she really was. “Perhaps I’ve spoken to Confidence when I should have spoken to Consideration. But I am femalen, Kaladin, in a malen’s body. I wish to respect you and your human culture, and so I should approach you in a femalen body.”
“That doesn’t matter to me. You’re femalen no matter what body you’re in,” he said to Confidence. Slowly, his brow furrowed in an expression Leshwi couldn’t name, and he looked away, taking a deep breath. He seemed pained, perhaps.
She hummed to Reconciliation, then bared her teeth in the human version of the rhythm. “Thank you, Kaladin. In that case, I wish to court you.”
He looked up at her with wide eyes, and he stammered, his face changing colour. 
Leshwi thought perhaps she’d made another error. “Oh, yes, men are the ones who usually request to court. I hope I have not dishonoured you?” she said. I will be making much use of Reconciliation today, she thought.
“I…thank you Leshwi, but…I need some time to think,” he said, and turned to fly back to the enclave. 
She followed, humming Resignation. She had made too grand a gesture, close to swearing an oath she probably couldn’t keep, and then she had pained him in some way. But, keeping in mind he hadn’t said no yet, she forced herself to attune Resolve instead.
He remained silent and distant, even until he left to return to Urithiru. She hummed Resolve as she watched him leave through the Oathgate, determined to wait until he approached her again. 
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headcanonsandmore · 11 months
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Adolin Kholin: So, does everyone around here fancy Kaladin or... Shallan Davar: No, I'd say that was accurate. Renarin: Definitely true. Most of Bridge Four: Agreed! The carpenters from Sadeas's warcamp: Absolutely! That one ardent from Alethkar: He is very pretty. Leshwi: I wholeheartedly agree. 95% of Urithuru: Yep! Oblivious local acearo man Kaladin: W H A T-
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gal-palanaeum · 8 months
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Femslash Rec - beautifully struggle, every day by shalash
passion, odium said, was a virtue. it was a virtue to raboniel. it was a virtue to leshwi, even over millennia.
hate was a virtue too.
(AKA: I can't think of a description, but Raboniel and Leshwi are very old lovers and very old exes).
Rated General, 4000 words
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cosmereclysmic · 11 months
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For all we go on about how flippin' tall Kaladin is, we (or maybe just I) tend to ignore that all the singers/listeners absolutely dwarf him.
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Kaladin should be more unnerved by them by virtue of him not being used to being surrounded by people taller than him lmao.
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lamaery · 1 year
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Lady in the sky I've been working from a small a collection of thumbnails to find interesting compositions and images. @priscellie and I were bantering about how Leshwi transports a certain amount of cat energy. Always being high up, looking down at everything and everyone below and Priscellie was suggesting that she might enjoy pushing things off shelfs and bannisters. We then agreed that one of those things was Kal.
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onlycosmere · 11 months
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Lady Leshwi by conjchamberlain
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