is she a Friend of Mishinah?

Hardmouthed

Thank you @catjacket-scribbles for the inspiration!!!

Close ups under the cut

Do you like destruction? Whump? Angst? Passion turned to pain? The Cosmere is the perfect place for it. Come join us in ruining relationships, destroying mental health, and rending apart flesh and bone!

To participate, create a Cosmere fanwork to break hearts--written, art, music, craft, all are welcome.

The Shipwrecked Collection on ao3 will open on August 1, 2026 and close two months later on Sep 30. Add your work to the Collection at any point during that time. You can also post it on tumblr and tag @shipwrecked-event or submit it here!

Is this event shippy or not shippy?

Both! You can wreck a ship, but it doesn't have to be shippy.

What rating?

All ratings from G to E are welcome! If you are making explicit art, you can upload it to a site like imgchest.com and link to ao3 and tumblr.

Can I write my favourite shipwreck Ati/Leras?

Of course! This isn't just about Stormlight. You can draw from Mistborn, Warbreaker, even Isles of the Emberdark for your inspiration!

Prime Aqasix

Venli in a Chappell Roan inspired dress the uncensored version is under the cut!

First image is a short conversation between Renarin and Adolin, mostly in black and white. In the upper half, Adolin asks, “What? Do I look that weird?” and has a concerned expression on her face. She’s wearing a havah with a safehand sleeve and has chin length hair. In the second half, Renarin says “No! You just look like mom.” Adolin blushes at this. In the bottom right corner is a panel of Adolin grinning with her hands over her face and joyspren, little blue leaves, around her.

Second image is Shallan and Kaladin on either side of Adolin, each kissing her on the cheek. Kaladin is in his bridge four uniform, Shallan wears a green havah. Kaladin has his thumb on Adolin’s chin while Shallan has her arm on her shoulder. Adolin is wearing a light pink havah and smiling widely, with one arm around Shallan’s waist and the other arm, covered in a safehand sleeve, resting on Kaladin’s arm. Syl floats above them, an excited expression on her face.