#satchmosolos

[argusagonies-blog]

🡆 @satchmosolos

      “Big B! Pops! Mr. One-Man-Band!” Not on the food table for once (thank the stars), Peacock’s tugging on her guardian’s coat. Not like either of them could really work out special outfits for this event, but at least their palettes match. “A song I like is playin’! Dance with me!”

[headscript-blog]

↣ @satchmosolos

      When he was told there was a detective who could help find the whereabouts of his brother, he didn’t expect him to be so...

      ... Tall. Huge. Intimidating. He looks more like a giant instrument than a person, which he doesn’t really have a problem with (better than guys with swords), but at the same time, he was expecting more of a “classic” private eye or. Something. He’s been reading too many Agatha Christie novels.

      “B-Ben Birdland?” he asks, looking at the man (machine???) from his doorway. Wirt is definitely unsure about the entire situation, but. “Uh. I was told to find you.”

[stellacity-blog]

on prior reserve, big band's here and ready to go! you can find his app at /app or in the sidebar, and i hope everything's lookin just fine!

HOT DAMN, MY DAD’S HERE!! Sorry your weapons have been confiscated, but you’re probably like me and feel like you’re too old for all that noise anyway.

You’ll be living in Hummingbird Hotel Room #219! You’re so lucky you don’t need to climb seven flights of stairs to get to your room, big guy.

♓ pisces