𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇, fell too fast.

I'm here, im alive, im gonna work on cleaning up my muses page and re-writing some backstories cause boy howdy is everything outdated.

Muses that will remain: (in order of most muse to the least)

Mellonie (OC - previously @hcr-archiivum)

Percy Jackson (Canon, book-based - previously @/fisxboy)

Antii (AU - based Canon)

Catra - (Canon- Low activity)

Muses to be added: (in order of most muse to the least)

Rhyleigh Knibbs (OC infinity stone - previously @realitite-blog)

Scott Lang/Ant-man (Canon - previously @ofantts-blog )

Connor, the Android sent by Cyberlife (Canon - test muse)

kay, so, full transparency; got a lot of oc muse after seeing the new superman and came back here to persue that.

i stopped rping on tumblr circa 2020 and coming back now is seems like everyone's gone? like not even mutuals, just everyone? the only rp blogs i can find are in-character blogs (not against em, just not my vibe) or abandoned blogs? does anyone still use tumblr for roleplay??

Peter snorts and shakes his head when she mocks him. That was adorable. Oh no. Why was he thinking that? He couldn’t let May’s commentary of how it was obvious he had a crush on her take over his head. Maybe I do? Then a shake of his head, she’s your best friend, Peter, you can’t have a crush on her! And then he looks at Mel again, kind of hoping she wasn’t looking at the faces he had been making while talking to himself. He’s a bit startled by the sudden countdown too, “eight! seven, six, five, four, three…” And then he goes quiet as he looks at the tv and the ship is being launched. He’s still silent, while hoping the ship doesn’t explode, he’s also thinking about what just happened when he looked at Mel. Clearing his throat and licking his lips, he then turned on the couch to look at her properly, “hey, do you wanna hang out for like… the rest of the day?” 

     there’s a look of wonder as she watches the initial takeoff, entranced up until the moment it makes it past the mesosphere. what a sight to see... you’d think after so many alien invasions and encounters the sight of a rocket taking flight would lose its magic. for a moment, she even forgot peter was beside her--until he spoke up, of course.

    ‘ ---hang out ? oh jee, i dunno. let me check my completely and utterly, super-packed schedule.’ she swings her legs off of him and towards herself, sitting upright. hands flip through the air, pantomiming a book. it’s obvious she has nothing, simply enjoys being dramatic.

“I wouldn’t be concerned about NASA letting dogs into space, I’d be concerned about Ethan… I highly doubt he’d let you take him away from him and to space!” As far as Peter knew, that labrador-golden mix had been Ethan’s only but eventually it also became Mel’s. The boy smiles as his friend places her legs on his lap, he’s already accustomed to this, they always do this and just watched movies or talk. It’s their thing. “Oh, absolutely. I could just… y’know… web him up and that’s it.” The way she instantly looked back to the tv after a second of just looking at him, made a confused expression to take over his features and he grew nervous in that same moment. His hands went behind his head as he didn’t know what to do with them. “Yeah, it’s called advances in technology, Mel…” he teased

   ‘ mehh “its called advances in technology, mel” mehh.’ she pouts, clearly mocking his tease. while she’s sure ethan would be more accepting of her taking havoc than say, anyone else, the thought’s already left her mind. most thoughts have. as of the moment, mel was staring at the screen but she was in another world. her mind kept circulating between ‘ is he looking at me / did i fuck that up / it’s probably nothing /  fuck shit fuck ’ as well as a few echoed retorts from ethan teasing her over her crush thrown in the mix. maybe if she acts like the feelings aren’t there, they’ll go away... the only thing that snaps her back to reality is the start of a countdown. 

“Hmm… well, I’m gonna make up a middle name for you… not right now though… but I’ll think about it…” he couldn’t come up with anything at the moment, too invested in wanting to eat those french fries and show Mel how he was a faster french fries eater than she was. He had become better, he was sure. “Are you ready to eat my dust?”