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

Set something to burn, and smoke rises. But what rises when the soul burns?

'𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐄' —— 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 ⠀

"The bottom of the ocean."

Good morning, delicious friends.

Ohoh, maybe, but surely she can make the joke just this once if it’s to pay a compliment? ~

|| it's not necessarily that I stopped wanting to be here. Though the feeling comes and goes. Actually recent success on twitter has kept me away from here. No success with Hoxton, though. So eventually I came back. I suppose the wane of interest caused by inactivity is insurmountable now though.

Iiiiiit's Sunday.

Ahem

|| the recent orc city discourse has revitalized my confidence in writing because if schlub like that can get published then I think I have a chance.

“The Raw Prophets will try to bear your children, and you really don’t want them to.”

"Oh, that rabelaisian rag."

|| alright, i'll try it. we'll see what happens

|| I might bring back an old oc from years ago

|| dawn why is the ac in this building set to cool on 85 is the landlord fucking insane

𝕴 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝕴 𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝕴 𝐚𝐦 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡: 𝙖 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡. ┉┉┅┄ ⊰ 𝕏𝕍 ⊱ ┄┅┉┉

Oh dear. I've let the days go by...

“Just a small secret. Nothing so greedy or grand. Tell me a secret about you. Whisper it, if it pleases you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

Oh, hello.

Greetings… for a little while. I’m heading straight to bed.

|| I feel bad for having started things and then just disappearing. But twitter proves to give much more productive results for my muses

“Good morning. Life has been a little eventful, but I’ve been able to afford some relaxation.”

Arrives.

Zzz… zzzz.

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

"Hmm, on the contrary... I think I might actually request that." He had to think about it, of course - lips pursed, eyes wandering and all that. But after that consideration, he seemed very confident of his answer. "My... religion finds virtue in new experiences. Changes to the body especially." --

|| Nothing particularly bad happened but I have lost all drive to RP. I've been getting into hobbywork and learning Godot instead. I have a discord.

|| oh we finally back?

A festival's going on.

Good afternoon.

Hoxton appears. Lightning strikes in the background

"Oh don't worry. I have *less than zero* dietary restrictions, my dear. You might even be shocked to know the things I have consumed." But he wouldn't elaborate on that, even if pressed. He was just making a point, and had no plans on spoiling the mood by listing off his more esoteric meals. --

"My business might be books, Morgana, but my expertise is in tastes," he was not so bold as to brag very often, but this was the one thing where he knew his own talents. The Grail is chiefly the Hour of hunger, and so he knew much about textures, spices, sweets and succulents. --

What he did not say - for a reason even he could not put to words - was that, inevitably, he will look to break those rules. It is his nature, as the Grail covets sampling what is forbidden. Even these oh-so venerable rules that Hoxton follows mostly out of courtesy than obligation. --

[誰か　誰か　みんなを助けて] New to BlueSky. Not new to Rp. AU of Hatsune Miku. Friendly writer, I won't byte. not lewd focus but not a stranger to Lewd RP Multi-Shipping. will try to be as detailed as Partner. No AI art, i won't Flame you i just don't want any of that. Lets make memories -❣️

He can't get complacent, now; novelty is the spice of life. His arm comes around to welcome her close to his side, leaning towards her to let the kiss fall right where she pleases - then closing his arm in a one-sided hug. "Much, much better. I could get used to this sort of 'hello'." --

At last, the long and delightful weekend!

It’s as true as an afternoon is golden and long. Come and invade at your leisure. I am your communion; take from me as you wish.

I am flattered to know you’ve been seeking me out. Well, I’m here now, so please take the floor.

Greetings

What a day. Whew.

"It all gets to be a little much, sometimes."

What a precarious world.

|| You know I just realized Hoxton has had 3 ships nearly take off only to explode and fail at the last minute Maybe fourth time’s the charm. We’ll see.