After the devastation of the Everstorm, Luet, an ardent whose faith was shaky before the world ended, is en route to Kholinar with other refugees. On the way, he meets a cryptic who finds vorinism fascinating. How will he rid himself of this strange spren, or will he it the secret he's kept hidden for so long

Gavilar was House Kholin's ambition made manifest, the grand thinker. Dalinar was his fist, the deadly Blackthorn. But what if there was a third Kholin of that great generation? Aroden Kholin is nothing like his brothers. He is the dark stain on Kholin honor, quiet and self-doubting. Can he find himself along The Way of Kings?

A twisting of fate puts Kaladin on a different path before his story has even begun. Instead of losing his men to a mysterious Veden Shardbearer, he loses a general, High Marshal Meridas Amaram, and gains an army. And a Shardblade. How will he adapt to his new position in the military? How will he cope with the lighteyed conspiracies which seem to arise around every corner?

Lana Kholin protected her family at any cost. Sadeas's betray wouldn't change that. It did give more things she had to worry about though. Not the least of which those weird brigemen guards. Particularly the one they called Kaladin Stormblessed. He was going to be trouble, she just knew it. AU where you can feel your soulmate's pain and their wounds show up as marks on your skin.

Due to a misplaced step, Shallan earns a sprained wrist on her first day as Jasnah's ward. It's lucky for her that a gloomy surgeon's apprentice happens to be ing by and is able to lend a hand

A month after Kaladin's Intervention from Damnation, he can't stop thinking about the hug he shared with Renarin. Will he let his love of self-sabotage get in the way of a good thing? This story is a Kalarin romance/slash follow up to my other story, "An Intervention in Two Parts." That one is a friendship story and can be read with no romance. Crossposted from ao3.

Five times Adolin suspected Renarin was up to something, plus one time he found out what it was. Crossposted from ao3. This is Kaladin/Renarin slash.

On a rare night off, Bridge Four plays Truth or Dare. Hijinks ensue. Crossposted from ao3. This is slash.

The easiest answer was to bring the child to Urithru. Where else would the future King of Alethkar go, now that Kholinar had fallen? After that decision, however, things got less easy.

"Si te quedas a mi lado, haré mil Juramentos..." Historia corta. Spoilers de los Libros 1 y 2:

Lift is awesome. Jason is depressed- but awesome. Wyndle is whiny, as usual. Frank thirsts for blood. When these characters meet in the Cognitive Realm and get thrust into Earth by what amounts to a supergod- the Radio Demon, a good friendship is forged. But when the Radio Demon enters earth to turn it into a radio show for his own entertainment, well, it's time to get awesome.

Jasnah arrives on the Shattered Plains and after hearing of her journey Dalinar assigns his best man to protect her. Oneshot, AU, not canon in the slightest but enjoy anyways :D

"Shallan, can you tell me about some of your issues that brought you to me today?" Dr. Jasnah Kholin asked. Shallan sat in a beautiful room and a beautiful woman and thought that there was nothing she'd like less than to talk about her issues. (Modern day therapist AU)

Shallan wasn't expecting her planned time off to be interrupted by an Alethi king asking questions about Cryptics. She certainly wasn't expecting what her answers would lead to.

AU - Kaladin Stormblessed takes the Shardblade instead of giving it away.

It's taking time, but Kaladin is starting to settle in to (somehow) being in an equal part of what was once just a duo. (Kaladin/Adolin/Shallan)

On the outside always looking in, will I ever be more than I've always been? Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass. Waving through a window... Ren is sad and big brother is attempting to come to the rescue tw: for mentions of abuse (Lyrics from DEH)

The planet Terram is submerged in an endless informational storm that leaves encoded patterns all over the earth. Light and sound reflect in a very special way at such surfaces, causing the creatures they reach to think and feel only what's appropriate for those who control the planet. Only one kind of creature is immune to the storms – the thaumaturges.

Kaladin spends time with Hesina and Oroden in a calm moment. He grieves for Tien, but has a hopeful ending.

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

A poem about the broken plains, the winds and their knights.

Un poema sobre los las llanuras quebradas, los vientos y sus caballeros.

"The greatest pretenders are those who believe their own lies." -unknown. OR Hoid's perspective in chapter 82 of Oathbringer, The Girl Who Looked Up. Beautiful cover image comes from lamaery on tumblr.

A character study of Adrotagia and Taravangian throughout the years. Inspired by the song Laughter Lines by Bastille. Cover art by Taratjah.

The Rhythm of War pounded in Navani's head, as it had the past week, when she worked, when she ate, when she tried to sleep. Here, in the bath, Navani's only solitary luxury, she recalled Raboniel's vibrations on her skin; the low pounding rhythms of the Fused woman. (Navani x Raboniel, F/F) ***Spoilers for Rhythm of War