The Awakened Salad

Disclaimer: not really a meme but I thought this was funny May I interest you in some cat faces on other animals?

*briefly considers whether they have time for this* *love of Mistborn overpowers concern* Can I be added? I don’t know if I’ll be able to join but... Mistbornnn

Welcome, we’re glad to have you!

No worries, I’ve edited that part out. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way; my only intention was to provide a different perspective on the subject. Now, back to the regularly scheduled hype!!!!!

Dernisw sixeenk jds ised, ooaw.

While I understand your thought process, I don’t believe that guilt is a constructive feeling to have in this situation either. To use a metaphor, imagine you’ve cooked your favourite meal for your partner. You’re really excited to see their reaction, but as soon as they take the first bite, their face scrunches up and they barely touch their food. You might be a little disappointed that they don’t appreciate the food in the same way you do, but it’s nothing to feel guilty over. Everyone has different tastes, and everyone finds enjoyment out of different things. Similarly, everyone has different feelings when it comes to sex, and those feelings should always be respected.

They ruled over their kingdom with an, er, salty fist.

Huh, this thread’s back (woo!) Unimaginable

Te fashionable, undead, Ookla flew under its wide yet elegant Walmart tag.

Maybe, but I’m not sure how it would work. TPBM exists.

*begins chanting* Roleplaying! Roleplaying! Roleplaying!

*paints summoning circle using melted chocolate*

Skakejendolw? Wsisjb iixs dixuw, ooosnwee. I can’t tell if this is actually a language or just gibberish but oh well

“Could you do that?” The words escaped his mouth, and Avren immediately regretted them. There was something about this other man, a confidence which the others seemed to lack, that made him intimidating. What right did Avren have to ask him to do this?

“Avren, and— thank you,” he replied, surprised at the show of generosity. “I can... I don’t need help.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “There are just some people I’d rather not run into. To put it lightly.” He winced. Did that make him sound like a criminal? He supposed he could be called that, just not in the way anyone would think. “Anyway,” he changed the subject. “I can defend myself.” And it wasn’t exactly a lie. He’d gotten into plenty of fights during those months he’d spent living on the streets, and while he wasn’t any sort of fighter, he could at least hold his own. But trained bandits... those could be a problem. Of course, there was another method he could use to fight, but that was out of the question. It doesn’t matter, he reminded himself. Once we’re at the next city, I can leave.

Avren shook his head. “I’d just rather not go to the market.” He looked down. “But I have no food or money.”

Nawwwww Luna, may I request a baby penguin?

Cold dread spiked through Avren at the thought of going to the market. The chance of being recognised was low, but if he was... He didn’t have any food. Or money, for that matter. And he didn’t want to risk getting caught stealing. Not now. He watched as the leader handed a gold coin to the younger boy, wondering if he could ask for the same. People began to depart, but Avren was rooted to his place, caught in a web of indecision.

I know how that feels, he thought, wondering what happened to this girl, and how she seemed so optimistic. “Sounds useful,” he replied, shoving down his rising envy. “Oh, I’m— my name’s Avren.”

Avren watched, spellbound, as an exact clone of the girl in front of him skipped along behind her. “That’s... amazing,” he said, stumbling over the words. “You’re an, um, illusionist?”

The man who replied, to Avren’s surprise, was about the same age as himself. “And you’re...” he looked down at the prophecy in his hands, trying to take in the words. “You’re serious about this. Finding a dragon.” He could’ve left. Walked away and left this mad crew to whatever grisly fate awaited them. There weren’t many stories of dragons in the west, but everyone there knew never to bother the beasts. But there was that pull again. Some invisible string tying him to this group. Travelling with a group was safer, he reminded himself, and maybe... these people would be nice. They were closer to his own age, after all, so maybe he could make— No. He reined those thoughts back in, stifling his hopes before they could catch alight. He would travel with them, for a while, and when they reached another city, he would leave. That was all. So instead he asked, “Do you... would you object to one more?”

“Umm...” Avren began as a copy of this apparent prophecy was thrust into his hands. Looking around, this group was stranger than he had thought. Younger, too. And was that an elf? “Do you have a leader?” He asked the boy. @Ookla the Rōnin (If you want to step in)

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