The Honor Spren

Run, you clever boy.

He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He's stalking you on Facebook, So be good for goodness sakes!

It's bigger on the inside!Imagine if you were Donna Noble, and the Doctor popped out of the box . . . Yes. I did just go there. *skips away, while all the other whovians try to mop up the puddle of tears*

((If you're part of a guild, use your characters and their powers. If not, join a guild and see what powers they gave to offer! New side characters are welcome, and if you don't want any of your guild characters, ones from the Reckoners RPG are welcome too!)) ((Oh, and from now on, keep all out of RP messages inside double parentheses)) ((Edit: I'm working on a post now.))

That moment when you realize precisely how strange you are. Am I the only one who likes to eat straight dijon mustard and cream cheese? But not together. But come to think of it, that might be good.

*Sees the name Geoffrey Bauman* *Reads it as Gallifrey Batman*

. . . Someone was bound to do that eventually.

And now for a poem: Two paths diverged and I took the one less traveled. AND IT HURT, MAN!! Rocks! Thorns! Broken glass! Not cool, Robert Frost!

Because they both have characters that travel though time and space, have a dark past hidden under their merriment, are way older than they look, and change their appearance a lot?

Stetsons are cool.

Fezzes are cool.

Maggie glances at the antlered pony, then back to Opal. "Do I really have to do this?" She whispers to the Spren. "It seems you don't really have a choice. If only the other Knights could see you now." "Oh, shut it. . . . But really, do I have to? He must be at least 7 years older than me!" She huffs. "Fine . . ." Cringing slightly, Maggie manages to work up the nerve and pecks Kobold on the cheek. That sure was awkward.

Ferb, I know what we're going to do today!

My favorite pizza has a white sauce, cheddar crust, grilled chicken, some sort of vinaigrette drizzled on top, and leaves of spinach.

Sorry! Accidental quote! Just ignore this post . . .Hugs. Hugs to all of you.

For ponies. So many ponies.

The Honor Spren's measly piece of art It's Pattern and a Shallan in the background! And this for you . . .

WalDo?! Things just got cooler.

Storm it, Orlion! Don't ruin this for me! Also, accidental downvote, please fix.

It's not Sanderson, it's me. If you need a catch, she could become a radiant because of her broken past, she never completely gets over going without love for the first 5 years of her life, and/or she becomes an advocate for darkeyed rights and makes many enemies because of that.

My mom and dad both have a Facebook, but I tend to agree with most of the things they post, plus I haven't checked my Facebook in 4 months, so there's that. Anyway, I came here with a purpose in mind: Imagine Kaladin, while on his way from guard duty, seeing a girl, about 5 years old, getting beat up. He would put a stop to it, and the child, being scared of everyone else, hugging him. Imagine Kaladin being taken by surprise at this, but looking into the girl's eyes and being reminded of Tien, when times were brighter, and he had been happier. Imagine Kaladin leading the child by the hand to his barracks, where he fed her soup and let her take his own cot. Imagine her coming to guard duty with him. Adolin sees her and though tells Kaladin that he questions Kaladin's sanity, he admits to himself that she is an adorable little thing. Imagine Shallan stumbling upon her outside of the dueling ring, while Kaladin practices. The child is drawing pictures in the sand with a stick, and being reminded of herself, when times were brighter, and she was happier. Imagine all three of them becoming very protective of this child and the little girl was safe and grows up with Shallan as her tutor. And everyone is happy. The end.

-When you know you're spelling something wrong, but you don't know what it is, and spell check has got nothing.

You get a paradox! Now space pterodactyls will start eating people, and the only way to reverse it is to throw your dead dad in front of a car! D-:*inserts blatant Doctor Who references*

I'm dreaming of a wet Christmas, Just like the ones I always know . . . Jokes and song parodies aside, I'm sorry about that. I've noticed it's hotter everywhere, I'm in South Carolina and it's in the high sixties, when it should be in the low fifties. (Farenhight) I'm wondering if it's just a warmer year, or if global warming is doing its thing. Have a nice cold hug!