I feel like this is probably already here on previous pages, but:
You don’t need to look on the other side of a mirror to find a Fingerking, because I’m right here.
Do you recall how we came to this place? I don’t, but wanna go to my place instead?
Your laughter is as alluring as the clinking of moon-pearls.
"Actually, that is a loaded gun in my pocket. But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy to see you."
- every enthusiast of ribbons, knives and candles, ever
Your hat is shouting such nasty things at everyone, but that meretricious millinery malcontent couldn’t dampen my mood once I spotted the gorgeous head upon which it alighted. You simply have to tell me how you keep that beautiful head of hair so flawlessly free of hatspit and gnawing!
Want to dip my Rubbery Lump in your Well?
You are sweeter than a candied Exceptional Rose petal.
[quote=Charlotte_de_Witte][quote=Morkan Kassington]
Let’s play Black Ribbons! You play Mr Inch, I play a beast. Which beast do you want?
[/quote]
‘Buckle-up, the first name’s Twelve’ :-p[/quote]
not with a name like "mr Inch", it’s not
There’s a black space of silent, sacred horror at the heart of my dripstone-snared Third City sub-temple…wanna fill it?
edited by gendernihilist on 7/12/2017
[quote=gronostaj]
not with a name like "mr Inch", it’s not[/quote]
¯_(ツ)_/¯
Guess you’d be surprised what I keep in my sock draw? ;)
They say the Bazaar need stories of romance and passion. I’m feeling civic-minded, how about you?
Forgive me, but… Your eyes, they are irrigo, are they not? Just saw your glance, and, well, I seem to forget myself…
I owe you gratitude… You see I am safe from spiders now: I think your allure has stolen both my eyes.
And the neath thought it knew the meaning of the word ‘fallen’. They cannot begin to comprehend until they have learned of my poor heart.
Fruits of the Zee edition:
You’re one catch I won’t be throwing back!
The Fathomking’s not the only one hosting a Feast you have to go down for …
Tonight I’m hoping to find your Submerged Rector in my private cove.
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Oh no, it’s back. Very well, let’s see if I can’t think up somethi-
[quote=Lady Sapho Byron]
Tonight I’m hoping to find your Submerged Rector in my private cove. [/quote]
WOW. Okay. I mean the one before it was just as… you know what, nevermind.
Anyways, continuing the theme, since we’re all damned anyways…
They say Mutton Island’s winds sound like a howling moan in the evening, but I know how to make them come early.
Oh, I’ve been eating Rubbery Lumps for years, so tired jaws aren’t a worry.
Meet me near the well after all the locals leave, and the Drowned Man won’t be the only one getting Eaten.
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Glorious. Just glorious.
Would you like to take a ride aboard my Majestic Pleasure Yacht?
I have learned many tips and tricks from my voyages overzees. I would be glad to demonstrate them upon you.
Would you care to join me at my place for the evening in secret? What I am about to show you was banned by the Ministry of Public Decency last week.
I heard the Bazaar is in need of good romance stories. Would you care to lend me your assisstance?
I have just opened an orphanage and the orphans there are in desperate need of parental figures. Would you care to join me and help set an example?
Nothing is more frightful than a night without you by my side.
I was haunted that my destiny did not feature you at my side.
If you were Mr Sacks, I would not hesitate to jump into your sack.
Like Mr Sacks, I would gladly give you a twelve days’ visit.
I heard one can access their heart’s desire down in Penstock’s Wicket. So imagine my surprise when you weren’t there.
Our honeymoon would be so legendary, even Venderblight would shun us.
Join me tonight and be heard by even the countrymen left behind on the Surface.
I am a skilled linguist. My tongue has brought many people down to their knees.
Did it hurt when you fell from the Surface?
Fixed that for you.
How enduring is your Ushabti?
Mmmm darling you look like a Magnificent Feast!
I’d spend all my Free Evenings with you.
Let’s begin an Expedition in your Forgotten Quarter
(Bag a Legend) I bet I can make you scream louder than my Deafening Hat.
Are you from Mrs Plenty’s Most Educational Anatomy Exhibition? Because you are quite an extraordinary specimen.
It’s not just my Gloves that are Eager.
Some of these are actually terrible and I’m so sorry haha
(on an unrelated note, every time I see the Illicit Volume of Racy Fungal Poetry I can’t help but think ‘mm those sexy sexy mushrooms.’ It’s really becoming a problem.)
Is that a Feducci’s Lance (Replica) in your pants or are you jus- just i can’t do this
My book of Poetry is extraordinarily racy. Would you like a private reading?