Ink
-
Posts
1154 -
Joined
-
Last visited
-
Days Won
2
Content Type
Profiles
News
Forums
Blogs
Gallery
Events
Everything posted by Ink
-
Hello! Welcome! Would you like a Certified Hemalurgy-Free fortune cookie? Compliments of TUBA. Be wary, there are some people who do have hemalurgic cookies. Also, look out for Breath stealers Edit: Like the person below
-
'Ello cousin! Also, would you like a TUBA hemalurgy free (despite someone's *cough* Voidus' *cough* best attempts) certified fortune cookie?
-
It was pretty chaotic here. The rock and its... assistants seemed suspicious. He heard strange inturruptions in the rythyms, similar to speech but different. He couldnt decipher what it meant, but it was weird. No one besides the bartender and that one person so much as looked at him. He was used to that, having been a dullform spy. Still, he hadnt seen any other singers around. One would think they would notice. Elkanah didn't mind. It gave him ample opportunity to study them.
-
Sure. Dont worry, this one is 100% safe. *you break open the cookie* *it reads* The time is near. It is coming. Prepare yourself. *your lucky numbers are: 2 4 8 16 32 64 128 256
-
All this talk from these people was unnerving. Still. He did get some information. And he was still waiting. Waiting for what, he did not know, only that he should wait.
-
"I'll take a root beer" Elkanah says, Tension beating stronger now. These men... they were talking about killing. "Get ready for trouble" elkanah whispers to evelyn. Her crystals were also throbbing to Tension. He rolls a few spheres to the bartender. They seemed to be money. It was a few of the medium sized sapphires.
-
"Killed?" Elkanah says to the Rythym of Tension. He was getting a bad feeling about this person. Humans were crazy, he had decided long ago. The gems in his hairstrands had Stormlight, and he had a few of the humans' spheres in a pocket. He always tried to stay prepared. Hopefully this person was joking.
-
"Hey" elkanah replied. "I'm fine. How about you?" He wasnt worried, this person seemed a lot better than those people who kept trying to sell him cookies. Evelyn said she could see something that was off about the cookies. He trusted her, after all, she had bonded him, a task that was literally binding her... life? To his.
-
Elkanah walked into this... building? The singers had cities, but places like this were uncommon. The man behind the bar looked like he might be the owner. The menu had a few drink options. The "root beer" looked interesting. "I'll have the root beer please" he says to the man behind the counter. There is another human sitting down. But it seemed empty otherwise. He glances at the other person there.
-
two men walk into a bar. The third one ducks what do you call a cow with three legs? What do you call a cow with no legs? What do you call a blind stag? What do you call it you steal fruits? I had a joke about the stomach, but you wouldnt get it. Its an inside joke. I also had a joke about amnesia, but I forgot it.
-
Another one, i just found/heard/was released. Into the Light by Off the Hook (from splatoon's Octo expansion)
-
I dont doubt that you could, but as the means are... unconventional, and unhumane, i'll have to pass. They have enough on their own. I just help the wheat grow that we make into the cookies.
-
I consider people any being that has gained sapience, such as a squid like me, many aliens, singers, dragons (especially Yolen ones) etc. (If you have read the ender quartet, Ramen) also, could I give myself a fortune cookie? Or does it not work that way. I just am curious. Not like I actually would, but...
-
Lets throw a cephaloparty for all the squiddos out there. *buh dun ching*
-
Ok. So it looks like for some reason, this cephalopod is more serious/philisophical with his cookies than humans. The age of humans comes to a close, and the age of the squids (and some octopodies, jellyfish, other various sea life, and a cryogenically frozen cat) soon begins! If it werent for Homo Sapiens, me and my bretheren would be the apex preditor! The masters of all turf! *inklingspren then goes on a rant as to why squids are superior to humans, and how much better the world would be without them and their strange people who tattoo dead trees that other humans buy, overanalyze, pretend to use the magic of, and other things*
-
Alright. I am a certified TUBA spinner/fortune cookie seller your fortune is: the road to success is a bumpy, winding one, but it is the one you must take. your lucky numbers are: 1. 1. 2. 3. 5. 8. 13. 21. 34. And 55.
-
You Know You're a Sanderfan When...
Ink replied to Shardbearer's topic in General Brandon Discussion
Honestly, i think they would sell pretty quickly, if he got permission. Make some mistborn ones and aons and he could be set for life. -
You Know You're a Sanderfan When...
Ink replied to Shardbearer's topic in General Brandon Discussion
Can i order some? -
A trombone player and tuba player fall off a building, who hits last? A bunch of flutes are driving in a pickup truck. They drive into the lake and drown, because they cant get the tailgate open.
-
You Know You're a Sanderfan When...
Ink replied to Shardbearer's topic in General Brandon Discussion
Exactly. I am a physics nut and keep trying to apply cosmere physics to real life and vice versa. Sorry for the double post... -
You Know You're a Sanderfan When...
Ink replied to Shardbearer's topic in General Brandon Discussion
When someone says they are a lefty and you hear them say they are Alethi when you try to speak in a Hezadarian accent for the day, and everyone at work is confused at the accent but you find it hilarious. -
For @The Awakened Sloth *you open up the cookie* *you read the paper inside* Things are changing, and you can change with them, or go your own road. your lucky numbers are: 7, 13, 21, 56, a poop emoji, and a bagel.
-
Alright. *there is a slip of paper inside* *you read it* You will have to make a choice that will be the cause of a change. your lucky numbers are: 2, 10, 17, 42, 3.14159265, The letter M, and a drawing of a squid.
-
Of spiked cookies. TUBA’s fortune cookies are Certified Hemalurgy free, instead, have bits of Feruchemic chromium to give you fortune. Hence, the name. DA’ s cookies have Hemalurgic spikes, which can cause damage to your spiritweb. If you don’t want one, you don’t have to take it.
-
I will preserve what is right and eat what is left. I will never taint any preserves with anything that does not belong. I will never fill any jellied donuts with hemalurgic spikes. I will always eat preserved food when possible. I like Cranberry sauce as a preserved food.
