#bxttleofthebands

[sweetfragiliity-blog]

bxttleofthebands I so don't mind AJ (or any of your nudes tbh they're all hella you're hella ily) p.s. i'm basically on a permanent semi-hiatus due to my laptop being fucked up so i'm always on mobile so yah.

[thatfirehairedshifter]

PSA

Right now, Kass only wants to do our thread with withakickinthehead, and seeing as I am mobile, this works. Things in my drafts are: • bxttleofthebands • the-angel-of-camelot • blindhim I will more than likely get to drafts tomorrow. :)

[death-becomes-you]

♬ ♭ ♪

Send me a ♬ for a starter based on a random song from my ipod. Send a ♭ for a ship-song for our muses (can be broship, doesn’t have to be loveship). Send a ♪ for a song my muse thinks fits your muse. Send a ♯ for a song my muse really likes.Send a ♮ for a drabble about our muses based on a random song from my ipod.

Shipsong: All Alright - Sigur Ros 

Song that fits your muse: Love, Love, Love - The Mountain GoatsStarter: Follow Me - Iwan Rheon

"You know, it's just you and me against the world... but more and more I've been feeling like it's just me. Do you really have to go on tour again tomorrow? I'm going to miss you."

[thatfirehairedshifter]

Muse of the Week: Lorne Talbott Multi-muse — Multi-ship — Multi-verse Mun & muses are 18+...

She's one away from her next hundred!

[tenebrisxparadisum]

♥ bxttleofthebands

It was a fairly warm day, and Madeleine sat on her porch, watching the cars roll by and children play across her house as Nori placed himself on her lap, seeking her touch.

She loved Sundays and the peacefulness that came with it come afternoon when the crickets would wake and sing their songs. Grey eyes watched and observed until she saw someone who looked like they were lost.

"You seem lost," she told the stranger as they passed by her house. "Can I help you with anything?"

bxttleofthebands

[littlespyoflondon]

( your grace?. )

8th July, 1762.

     Evening had come around all too quickly, and Serena was finding herself being dressed for dinner. Given the gowns she wore, it was essential for help with the corset and various skirts and petticoats, but the girls would get on her nerves most of the time. Clumsy little things they were, always bustling around too close to her and tripping over things. She would rid them from her room as soon as their use to her was up.

     The last of her dressing were her jewels - perfect diamonds to complete her look, complimentary against her blonde hair. She was the Lady of the house, the head of her family now and had to look pristine at all times. It was all part of her mirage, her image she fought so hard everyday to maintain. Content she was ready, she stood, one last smirk in the mirror before she left to greet her guests. 

     Serena was pleasant to everyone she met, presenting the smiles and grace expected of her. However, although the guests did interest her, there was only one man she was truly interested in tonight - Solomon Rogue. Perhaps she wasn't so subtle, but she kept attention on looking for him at every given chance, continually checking for nearly three hours until, finally, he appeared. Straight away she excused herself, gliding out towards him.

     "You're late." Was all she greeted him with before gently taking him by the elbow, free hand holding up her skirt as she tugged him out onto the balcony. "I told you to be here at nine. We have a job to do, remember?" she hurried in a hushed tone, eyes darting around when not looking at him. 

[treadliightly]

Yeah, if it doesn' involve the beach, comics or my gig tomorrow, I'm sorry; I inn't listenin.'