ervart:
Even Montparnasse goes for comfort over style sometimes
The Good News and the Bad News
memeattic:
Send me “So, what’s the situation?”, and I’ll generate two numbers between 1-15 to see both the good and the bad news that my muse will tell yours (some might contradict one another, in which case feel free to just generate another one).
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flock:
your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart
“Yes,” insists the criminal, “and if you’re smart, you’ll say we’ve never met. Got it?” He slips the gun into his holster and glances to the fresh corpse on the floor.
“Certainly not,” the masqued man replies, not bothering to glance over to him. “Do you understand the point of a masquerade?”
🎭 Masquerade Ball Starters 🎭
strawberryxgreentea:
“Did you really think hiding your cheek bones was going to fool anyone?”
“Do I…know you?”
“Have we met before?”
“Are you sure I don’t know you?”
“Your eyes are absolutely captivating.”
“I don’t think we’ve met yet.”
“May I have this dance?”
“You look positively enchanting this evening.”
“I’d know those dazzling eyes anywhere.”
“These skirts make it so hard to move.”
“Some of these costumes are so extravagant. They must have cost a fortune.”
“You look quite ravishing in that dress.”
“You look quite handsome in that suit.”
“Can I see your face?”
“I don’t think you want to see my face.”
“My God, you could fit an entire circus under her pannier. How’d she even fit through the door?”
“Champagne?”
“My feet are killing me.”
“I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.”
“I feel like I’m rubbing elbows with the queen right now.”
“Care to sneak away with me? I doubt we will be missed.”
“Can you guess who I am under here?”
“I’d compliment your beauty, but I can’t see it under there. You’ll have to accept my compliments to your mask instead, it’s quite lovely.”
“I can’t hear you through that mask. Did you really have to choose one that covers your mouth?”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Do you know who she is?”
“Do you know who he is?”
“You’re very light on your feet.”
“Ow! It’s like you have two left feet.”
“I’m a terrible dancer.”
“Who cares if you’re a good dancer? Have fun! No one will know it’s you anyway!”
“No one’s asked me to dance all night…”
“I feel like I’m in a dream!”
“Can we please go home? This is torture.”
“How did I ever let you talk me into coming here?”
“I prefer watching from the sidelines to participating.”
“You’ve spent the entire evening at the snack table.”
“Can I cut in?”
“I have to go.”
“I’m not supposed to be here. If they catch me I’m in trouble!”
“Please. What is your name? I want to see you again.”
