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Hi all! I've been writing a flash fic (~1000 words or less) every day this month to celebrate Femslash February, following the minifemslashfeb2024 prompts! There are characters from all across the Cosmere. If you have any requests for pairings, send me an ask on tumblr or write a comment here. If you are only interested in fics rated General or Teen, click here - I've filtered them for you! If you are only interested in fics rated Mature or Explicit, click here. For all the fics, click here. The Collection will be updated daily! And if you are interested in other femslash fics, follow the Gal Palanaeum on tumblr for fic and art from others too!

(Mild Oathbringer spoilers) The Blue Envelope with the Bronze Seal Rated Teen, 6000 words Summary: In a world in which soulmates exist, Sigzil rejects his to embark on an entirely different kind of adventure. Chapter 1 For being such an expansive auditorium crammed with so many people, it was unnerving to hear such a large silence. Sigzil was half-certain that everyone could hear the thumping of his heart. Certainly he could hear that one of the adjudicators standing against a far wall was chewing something. Focus. He stared at the top sheet of the pages in front of him, hands in his lap, willing the test to start. Would he even be able to concentrate while he was this nervous? He could hear clothing rustling as his fellow applicants adjusted their robes and wraps; the nervous tapping of pens, quickly self-chastened back to stillness; then at last, one set of footsteps, ringing clearly through the hall like bells. “You may begin.” Finally! Sigzil flipped over the first page eagerly, then skimmed through the length of the test, evaluating the difficulty of the questions to ease his mind a little. This would be a good place to start: actuarial questions. Get through those, and then he could start on the history of— The sound of whispering distracted him, and he glanced at the doorway to find a tall, large woman in high ranked scion’s robes in a huddle with two of the guards. They looked up, directly at him. Oh, Yaezir guide me, he thought miserably, and snapped back to the pages in front of him. If I get kicked out just for looking up, my parents will kill me. More footsteps, this time the heavy thud of boots. They sounded like they were getting closer, but Sigzil didn’t dare look up. He frowned, trying to concentrate. Calculate the merchant’s profit, and then subtract the taxes for the Prime, given Hazep’s Rule of Sixths. Consult the table of risks— The footsteps got louder, then louder. He covered one ear as he scribbled. Average distance of goods, value of goods…hold on. Are they delivered by ship or over land? Oh Pali, of course it’s both— Two looming shadows darkened the desk. A gauntleted arm knocked the pen from Sigzil’s hand, and it landed with a crack against the bronze floor. Sigzil watched numbly as his lucky pen shattered into a thousand pieces under the rows of desks. “Oops, I do apologize,” a gruff voice said, but Sigzil felt like the words were travelling to him underwater. Then two large hands grabbed him under the armpits and yanked him to standing. He hardly heard what came next. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with us, Citizen Cheater.” Keep reading

What will happen during Kaladin and Szeth's Excellent Adventure to Shinovar? This fic originally started as an RP between me and BlindRadiant. It explores Kaladin and Szeth's inner turmoil and external adventure as they fight enemies, fight each other, and fight to obtain their goals in Shinovar. Major Rhythm of War spoilers below! Convergence Rated Teen, will top off around 50,000 words, currently at about 30,000 and posting weekly. This is chapter 1. For chapter 2, click here.

I love that line! Love me a "blessedly, Adolin" line That was fun! Glad I caught it here.

Truth Will Be by BlindRadiant (shared with permission) Rated General, 10K words What if the reasons why Glys needed to become enlightened, and how Szeth became Truthless, were the same? Keep reading

Here's a scene from my fic Of Me, 3000 words, rated Mature. It's written from Sja-anat's point of view as she follows Evi through her years in Kholinar. Here's an excerpt: Sja-anat watched her cry. She knew Evi’s passions. You are lonely, she said after a time. She had seen the way the Alethi treated her, and she felt a kinship in that. Sja-anat was too elevated above the common spren and Fused, yet too different from the other Unmade. She missed Ba-Ado-Mishram. There were none left like her, and Evi’s passionate loneliness touched her. “By the storms, I was already lonely before. Now what will I do?” Evi whispered. She stared into space for a while, then sniffed. “No. I must not despair,” she said, brushing away the gloomspren. “I have my son. He is of me.” He is of the Blackthorn. Evi scowled at her fiercely. “He is also of me. I am the only one who can show him a different path. I will not allow my son to grow into a monster. I will enlighten him about his heritage. He will be my home.” The words stunned Sja-anat into silence. Evi was often soft and accommodating, but her core was hard as obsidian. Evi stood, then paced a few moments in silence. Eventually, she sat again, looking up into the mirror with that boundless curiosity that pleased Sja-anat. “Do you have any children?” she asked. Sja-anat hummed uncertainly. I corrupt lesser spren with my essence. Is that like having children? Evi smiled, considering her answer. “My children are of me and of their father. Your spren are of Roshar, and of you. So, it is a little like having children. Do you love them?” I feel…passionate about them. Many die. I wish… She stopped, startled by a secret she didn’t even know she had. “What do you wish?” Evi’s eyebrows rose, and she leaned in closer. I wish…they could be free. I wonder if…they could be more. “I understand,” Evi said, glancing towards her son’s room, then back up at Sja-anat. “I want Adolin to be free, too. So he can truly be himself, not what the Alethi want him to be. Free.” Her voice broke as she said it. She stood and stepped close to the mirror, looking back and forth into Sja-anat’s white eyes. Slowly, she raised her hand and pressed it against the glass at shoulder height. “Free and at peace,” she whispered, so close as to fog the glass. Free and at peace, Sja-anat repeated, mirroring Evi’s hand. As she pressed, Evi gasped. Sja-anat felt something. A bond, forming between them. A…warmth. For the first time, she had a secret she wished to keep from Odium.

That looks great! The symbols are so crisp and well proportioned!

21 fanfic authors got together for a Cosmere fanfic gift exchange with a femslash theme! All fics focus on at least two female characters from across the Cosmere. Fics range from General to Explicit ratings. The fanfic reveal was on Sep 26th, 2023 - Bi Shallan confirmation day! You can find fics for pairings like Shallan/Tyn, Navani/Kalami, Shan/Vin, Azure/Jasnah, pairings from Yumi and Tress, and more! Check out the Collection here.

Thank you!!

The Call to Adventure! (see what I did there) 39,000 words, Teen/Mature/Explicit (see below for more details) Shakadolin, romance, friendship, sexual situations, polyamory negotiations, choose your own adventure style, asexual Kaladin, aroace Kaladin, bisexual Kaladin, questioning Kaladin, demisexual Kaladin Shallan and Adolin have been sort of kind of engaged for the last few years, and Kaladin has been an increasingly closer friend. But Shallan and Adolin have been talking about their relationship, and now Shallan has a proposal of her own for Kaladin… This is a choose your own adventure for Kaladin! What kind of relationship does he want to have with them, and how will he make that happen? The story guides through three questions and has eight happy endings ranging from platonic friendship to explicit sex. It takes place in a Canada modern AU setting and it references characters, themes, and quotes from Stormlight, all the way through to RoW. You will be amply warned for the rating of each chapter before you click! Teen chapters have discussions of sex and relationships in broad terms that one might find in a teen drama. Mature has discussions with more blatant sexual themes, complex emotions, and/or internalized acephobia/biphobia. Explicit has detailed descriptions of people having sex. There will be more details given at the top of chapters to help you out. Teen-rated excerpt below:

Rated Teen, 3000 words, Lyn/Laran Summary: Lyn just broke up with her boyfriend a couple weeks ago. Laran has caught her eye, but is it too soon? To be respectful to her ex’s feelings, Lyn decides to wait a while, but it’s difficult when Laran looks at her Like That… Keep reading (link to ao3)

A cover of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeas but it's about Maps the Bridgeman. Song, performed by me on ukulele and vocals: Maps on Soundcloud Lyrics: Big beard, flat face Birthmark, what a shape shape shape What a shape shape shape, What a shape shape shape What a shape shape shape, What a shape shape shape Wait, they don't love you like I love you Wait, they don't love you like I love you Ma-a-a-aps, wait! They don't love you like I love you... Make Sig narrate We're going to die, We can't escape Rock cooks, stew's great Oh, shave shave shave, Oh, shave shave shave Wait, they don't love you like I love you Wait! they don't love you like I love you Ma-a-a-aps, wait! They don't love you like I love you… Wait! they don't love you like I love you Ma-a-a-aps, wait! They don't love you like I love you…

Thanks so much!

I love the colours and the line work!

This looks great! I like the spiky arms and shoulders, and the marbling on the face is very cool. I can see the individual-ness of the pattern.

Oh that's great! Thanks for reading. It's so exciting to get feedback!

Pen Pals (link to ao3) Rated Teen, 700 words. Created for Cosmere Bingo for the prompt pen pals. Summary: Jasnah reconnects by spanreed with her good friend and fellow Veristitalian, Ethid. Jasnah discovers a little truth about herself, and why she has been reluctant to graduate her ward. In the fic, this is a portrait of Shallan by Jasnah:

These are exciting ideas! The scope is big, too - literally planet sized with hints of more. I really like what you've done in making Adrien's early purpose to travel around and free people in bondage as he comes across them. I'm wondering if Shiner has any connections with Scadrial that makes him/her interested in travelling there. I'm also wondering what you're imagining as a Willshaper Third Ideal - could it have something to do with the larger threat/opportunity that Discord presents?

MadxMellon (@mellonmellonmellon on Tumblr, @madxmellonart on Instagram) made some fanart for this story! This is from chapter 28, "An Informal Celebration"

Lamaery (@lamaery_in_the_cosmere on instagram, @lamaery on Tumblr) made some fanart for this story! The first is from chapter 5 "Diagnosis" --- This one is from chapter 23, "Stormstressed" --- And this one is from chapter 45, "Gravitation" Many thanks to Lamaery for making these! It's a real honour to get fanart of my fic!

Ah that was fun! There are a few places where the meter is a little tricky but it might be singable as is with just a few small changes (although in my experience the small changes are the toughest ones, lol) I love the idea of Kelsier singing this to himself as he hangs out indefinitely in the literal Well of Ascension. XD I've written a couple song parodies myself and I really enjoy the process when I think of an idea. I'm glad you're enjoying it too. High five!!

Renarin's Special Interest - rated General, 1700 words - please check it out on ao3 and give me a kudos if you liked it! Note mild Rhythm of War spoilers! At the top of a large hill overlooking the Coalition armies, in her command tent, Jasnah spread her hand over the pages on her temporary desk, trying to keep her research from flying away. If she had the time or the inclination to take in the view outside the tent, she would see the open, rolling green landscape of Emul. Wit had assured her it was quite the panorama. She said she’d take him at his word. The wind was a menace, sneaking in through openings near the ground and at the entrances, with enough power to necessitate paperweights on almost every sheet of paper on her desk. She’d wasted enough time turning whatever she could find to stone so she could reference as many sources as possible. She copied passages furiously, trying to catch up on her study of battle formations before the next meeting. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the generals…again. A gust of wind threatened to flip the pages of the book she was reading. “If you’re going to just sit there anyway, could you hold down this page for me so I can read it without the wind interrupting me every ten seconds?” Renarin stood and pulled his chair forward, then held the page as she directed. "Did you know the listeners don't just have Rhythms for their emotions?” he asked. “They have songs too." Jasnah ignored him and kept working. As annoying as it was to have Renarin blathering on about whatever topic was fascinating him at the moment, it was also a comfort. He still trusted her enough to be near her. His presence was a precious gift, one she didn’t deserve, but she would accept it gladly--even if it did interrupt her focus at times. “They have songs that tell grand mythologies and lore, just like us, but they also have songs for more mundane things.” Renarin tapped a finger on the page. “They have a song for making paper. That’s interesting, right?” “Mmm hmm,” Jasnah hummed noncommittally, trying to stay focused. “It can’t decide if it would be masculine or feminine to sing a song of how to do something. It seems like an excellent method of memorization that doesn’t involve writing,” he went on. “Then again, creating a song like that would be an art, I suppose. There doesn’t seem to be a strong argument one way or another.” Her cousin had always been highly motivated to follow masculine practices, though sometimes he had trouble telling the difference on his own. His statement almost sounded like he was asking her opinion, though Jasnah knew that if that were his purpose, he would have asked her directly. Nevertheless, she decided to offer it. “It would be a masculine thing to do, I believe,” she said absently. “The composing would be feminine, but the performance, for the purpose of everyday tasks, would be masculine.” “Oh.” Renarin scratched his chin. Lately, his face seemed to have more stubble every day. “That’s good.” “Mmm hmm,” she murmured, focusing back on her work. She gestured to Renarin to lift his fingers and she flipped the pages of her reference book, skipping small-formation tactics. She would need to start with the bigger picture. She could work her way down to the minutiae later. She found the page she was looking for. “Here, please, Cousin,” she said, and he obliged her. Now, there seemed to be at least six distinct philosophies regarding larger battle tactics... “The relationship that the listeners have with the Stormfather is complex,” Renarin continued. “The Stormfather is a god to them, but they have a severed relationship. They still respect him though. Do you know what they call the Stormfather?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “The Rider of the Storm. They know Highstorms are incredibly dangerous, and yet they still go out into them to change forms. Some listeners bring a large shield, but that just seems unwieldy, in those winds. I wonder how often they change forms.” “Yes, fascinating,” Jasnah intoned. “It seems brave.” “Mmm hmm.” There was a long pause. Finally, some silence. The entrance to the tent flapped angrily, and a cold breeze blew in. Jasnah sucked up some Stormlight for warmth rather than stand to get a cloak. She noticed Renarin do the same, and a warmth bloomed in her chest. Unfortunately, the happiness she felt at their Radiant kinship was marred by her guilt from attempting to kill him. What’s done is done, she thought. What matters is that I chose correctly. I hope. She still wasn’t sure what to make of his corrupted spren or his powers, but Navani was looking into it. Jasnah had enough on her plate. “Did you know that listeners hear the same beat of the Rhythms of Roshar, no matter where they are?” Renarin asked. “That’s why it seemed like they could communicate with each other across large distances. They were attuning the same Rhythms.” “Yes,” Jasnah said absently, and scribbled rhythm instead of reconnaissance. She sighed, crossing the word through top and bottom and moving on. No time to start a new page. “It connects them on a fundamental level. Imagine being apart from someone but knowing you were still attuning the exact same Rhythms. I think it would be great to learn them,” he droned on. “Besides, it’s nice to know exactly what someone is feeling without having to ask.” He started to list the different Rhythms he knew. “Determination, Pain, Longing, Amusement…” Jasnah gritted her teeth. When Renarin had been obsessed with wines, it had been easy to shut out the information. But this…this was actually fascinating, and potentially useful for the fight. Where was he getting this information? As if to provide her an opening, Renarin finished his list. “My favourite Rhythm is Peace.” Jasnah put down her pen and crossed her arms. “You’ve been practicing?” she asked with a hint of amusement. Renarin stammered. “Well, I mean…I’m not good at it,” he said. She pulled out a blank piece of paper and started to jot some quick notes on Renarin’s monologue. “Who is teaching you this?” she asked. “Rlain.” “Ah, of course. The listener spy.” That was a logical connection. Renarin had been a member of Bridge Four, and still spent a lot of time with them. With the men, or with Rlain? She tapped her page. She wanted to explore this further. “Do you trust the information you are getting from him, despite the fact that he was a spy for years?” Renarin looked down and pulled out his fidgeting box. “Yes.” “And what reasons do you have to trust him?” “He’s Bridge Four. He left the listeners and gave us crucial information we needed for the battle at Narak. He’s stayed with Bridge Four ever since, even though his people all died. He had no reason to stay with us, but he did because it was right. He’s shared critical information with me and Aunt Navani. He’s helping us grow crops at Urithiru.” He put away his box and looked up at Jasnah’s face. “He wants to help. He’s a good man.” Jasnah raised an eyebrow, but nodded. Interesting. “And he’s teaching you songs?” Renarin looked down at his hands. “Ah. Well, Rhythms. But yeah.” She reviewed her thoughts, reading below the lines, so to speak. He likes that he can tell what Rlain is feeling. He’s been memorizing the Rhythms, and every fact he can get about listeners. He thinks they’re brave when they change forms. He wonders how often they do it. He wants to learn Rlain's songs, as long as it’s masculine. Jasnah tilted her head, the hint of a smile threatening her cheek. “Renarin, what is your favourite fact about listeners?” His expression perked up and he sat up straighter. “Did you know that their babies have orange-pink carapace? It darkens to red as they get older.” Jasnah raised both eyebrows, and her smile made good on its threat. I never thought I would see this day! “Are you planning on raising little listener babies with Rlain, dear Cousin?” Renarin’s eyes went wide, and his face puckered as if he was trying to pull his lips into his closed mouth. “...What?” “Renarin, I have been acquainted with you long enough to know that the subjects of your special interests are always related to the people you care about. You wanted to please your brother, so you learned everything about horses, even though you didn’t ride. You love your mother, so you learned about Riran religious traditions, culture, and language. You learned about wine for the sake of your father’s love. And now, dear Cousin, I find you obsessed with listener culture and biology. I think it means you care for this Rlain.” Her speculation was rewarded with a series of facial expressions that indicated 1) he had not been aware of the themes of his obsessions, 2) he was unable to rebut her argument, and 3) he was now aware of certain feelings he had towards this listener. Finally, he met her eyes, his expression determined. He stood slowly. “I–Thank you,” he said, looking towards the door flap. “I need to go think for a while.” He left abruptly without asking the permission of his Queen, but Jasnah allowed him this one indiscretion. After all, the poor boy wouldn’t be able to be indiscreet again until after he returned to Urithiru. Storms alight, was that wordplay? she thought, affronted at herself. I have spent too much time around Shallan. She narrowed her eyes. Or is this Wit’s fault? Yes, easier and more convenient to blame him. Shaking her head with a smile, she reached down and picked up a stick that had blown in. She reached into the Cognitive Realm in her mind. “I am a stick,” it said. “You are a paperweight, and you will be happy about it,” she retorted. She opened her eyes in the Physical Realm, placed it on her book, and got back to work.

Oh that would be great! Truthwatcher_Vez and I have been working on a project in ao3. Would you like to co-author a project with me, maybe some of the interior art from the Way of Kings that isn't from Shallan's Sketchbook? Navani's Notebook and Other Artwork might be a good place to start. The maps might be tough, at least they would be for me. Feel free to email me to coordinate more - cosmere.play at gmail dot com.

Thanks!

Thanks@Oltux72! I've updated the ao3 description to add yours. It's much appreciated! If you're interested, there's lots more official art that needs descriptions... Truthwatcher_Vez and I are currently working on Shallan's Sketchbook, but of course there are other images besides hers.