He stays up quite late. Avoid dreaming, and that sort of thing.

He doesn’t usually wear long, flowing outfits, but… today? Why, sure!

Today, the body strongly objects to waking up…

The motel maid, oh the little maid. Atop a little hill, where her story was retold. Below were cries and siren lights, oh a bloody scene unfolds. The motel maid, oh the little maid. A little bride, oh a wedding she'd never hold. #REVERSE1999 | #R99RP | #MVRP

|| old heads will remember when he was just a dumbass with a villa and too much free time.

“Ah, then perhaps… I have given a poor first impression with our initial conversation? I assure you, I’m not some… mindless cannibal.” He considers himself very mindful. The second part, well… the less said the better, he reasons internally. “I just enjoy playing the fool sometimes. Bit of fun.”

“Ah, come on now… It’s just fooling around. In poor taste?” Such an awkward turn of phrase, given their last conversation, that it might even be deliberate on his part. “I’m not that easy, I promise. Only about 75% of that or so.”

Swooning. “Hey, hey, my heart can only take so much, you know! I already said you win!”

“Seduce me.” “Wow, you’re good at this. Okay, you win.” He didn’t even wait for a response…

“You know, I used to look much more different before I became Long. It’s true! I wonder if I still keep any photos…”

What is up, my fellow mortals

“Haha, maybe not all the time… but I think we’re having an interesting conversation right now, so it’s worth it now and again. Do you agree?”

Unhelpfully, Hoxton always has three answers he decides between when asked this question…

“I don’t have one often, but when I do, I have two.”

|| I finally found an active discord rp server for a verse I really like and it turns out they don’t accept OCs and it’s been fucking me up ever since.

"I could never work as a mortician again. I would just get too hungry."

|| Honestly warms my heart to know that stand is still getting use-

Another lazy day, is it? Mmm…

|| Alas, I have just fumbled the bag of eons…….

“I admit, my portfolio of tasted friends is currently still less than my portfolio of known friends. Even so… if someone else hears it, that’s the second trick of the phrase: it’s an effective conversation starter. People can’t seem to help but take notice when they hear ‘delicious friend.’”

“Few bitters are oft worth the tasting, but - but - ah, never mind. I’m afraid metaphor’s run away from me this time.”

Ah, well.

“Good morning. I hope your dreams were pleasant and sweet. Unless you don’t dream, in which case… I hope you ate a delicious breakfast. Unless you don’t eat either, in which case, I don’t fucking know.”

The reception first go-around taught me well enough, yes. Enough to try something different albeit less meaningful.

Good evening, del- good friends.

|| I have nothing to share for Sunday using Hoxton, but I do have this, so enjoy.

"Hey men" and they are Raw Prophets.

|| I'm usually always lurking around. I just haven't been coming up with things to post most days, that's all.

“The wine is imaginary, the cup is not.”

|| just realized I effectively wrote “this character fucks, deal with it” as a rule when drafting up account rules at 1pm

|| "don't want to rp with man writers" Bruh, you followed me fir- you know what, no, no, forget it, not worth it tonight.

❝ 𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 ❞ - - - - - - - - - - ×𓁺× - - - - - - - - - - ♰ Tw; Contɑins dɑrk themes 𖤐 Dm's open for plotting ♰ fandomless oc. - - - - - - - - - - ×𓁺× - - - - - - - - - - ↓ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ↓

|| It’s true!!

“Red Grail? Order of the Bloody Cup? Oh no I’ve never heard of those things. I'm merely a humble book publisher after all.” The type of shit Hoxton is wearing as he says this:

This is no Noble Endeavour. One does not climb the Mansus through bravery and heroism.

|| the carrd link broke. Sad!

“Hours don’t dream. Long try not to.”

|| my pso2 oc is largely incompatible with the general zeitgeist of bluesky rp but I can at least show her off a little bit

Hoxton’s most terrible dark secret is that despite all the pomp he puts on as an immortal, he is, in fact, only *recently* immortal and is still a perfectly normal age and not a “cool” immortal age like 500 or something.

“A person’s opinion of anything is at its core is a matter of taste. And taste distinguishes the delicious from the disgusting. So it follows that people can be delicious or disgusting.” Somehow he presents this logic with a straight expository tone, as if it’d make this sound any less bizarre.

“What else could a friend be? Naturally the opposite of delicious should be disgusting, and I for one would rather dislike being a disgusting friend.”

“Good morning, delicious friends.”

|| Never mind. Again. I am always and still just a moth to folly's candle.

"Tonight's dinner is pork back rib sourced by honey-fed pig and prepared in the Durrington Walls style, Brushed with Hush House-made sloe berry glaze and smoked over an open flame. Plated with asparagus and herbs braised in butter and two slices of corn-bread."

|| I’ve been on twitter and discord. I don’t see a need to explain why. No love lost if you aren’t interested in following me there. Just figured I’d mention where I’ve been.

Halloween is over. Now is the season of the feast. Feast. Feast.