i aim to misbehave

psa about rping with me

17 days since my last post wow

hi i’m not dead but my muse has pretty much been the past few weeks, and also life got busy and i got distracted by a number of things etc etc

i owe way too many threads by now and i’ll be realistic: i’m not going to be able to reply to each and every one of them (as much as i want to), especially since now that some have been delayed too long and i don’t even know if i’ll get a reply in return. it’s totally my fault for being away for too long and losing my muse in the process.

so i’m going to wipe the slate clean so that i can do more threads with more people. BUT i don’t want to completely shut out the ones who still want to continue the old threads with me so—tldr; like this post if you have a thread with me and still want replies?

"Still a good show."

He figured that it was too late to try and hide anything anyway and placed his hands on his hips.

"Could you at least pass me my pants?"

plot where immortality and reincarnation exists in the same universe and muse a is immortal, but muse b isn’t and is always reincarnated into someone else and is put into different situations all over the world. muse a always finds muse b because they’re completely convinced that muse b is their soul mate, but everytime muse b is reincarnated, muse a has to make them fall in love all over again because muse b doesn’t remember anything from past lives. this game of chasing has gone on for thousands of years and pls give it to meeeeee 

    100% star dork tho                     spacegallivanter

▲       Tapping her fingers against the opposite hand, she rolled her eyes as he began counting, just waiting to be proven wrong. Widening her eyes on his queue, she turned her figure to see what the real threat was noticing someone enter from the distance.

❝ Okay, yep, things just got real. ❞

She admitted, turning to face him, with a defeated smile. She hated being wrong and he’d just proven her right. She grabbed a hold of the pistol which was clipped against her side, holding it into position as she watched the approaching footsteps. 

❝ I think we’re in trouble…❞

"Oooh lady--"

The other Badoon soldiers had seen their fallen comrade's body crumple onto the ground and were now venting their rage in the form of enraged shrieks and curses in Badoon that he was glad she couldn't understand. 

"--I think trouble doesn't even begin to describe the shitstorm we're in right now." Peter picked the device up, cradling it in his arms like it was his firstborn. "Run!"

                                              ❛ cold? what cold? ❜             SHE DOESN’T FOLD her arms but she might as well. an               eyebrow raised, she stands straight and tall in front of him and               doesn’t cover herself or try to warm herself up and her disapp–               earing layers. her smile back is a challenge.

"It's just figurative speech, man--"

        He couldn't deny that his throat had gotten just a touch dry, but after clearing his throat, he decided that he couldn't let her win this--whatever this was.

        Peter pulled his shirt over his head and worked on removing his pants before the top had hit the ground. And then he was standing in nothing but his boxers--and immediately regretting it when a wisp of chilly winter air brushed against his skin.

        "Now we're even."

 ”Crazy in an awesome way?” Steve was quite certain that all of this was definitely crazy. But not in any sort of good way. Not when he had a man who was talking about making some sort of life in space after having been kidnapped as a child. It should have rung all sorts of bells in his head. But having met Thor and knowing there were other ‘realms’ out there, he couldn’t help but believe the other was most likely telling the truth. There was also the fact that staring at him he would have known one way or another if the man wasn’t.

"Homesick?" That he could actually understand. There were some days when he was homesick for the time he’d actually livd in. But other days he was grateful to be given the chance to live in this time. Especially as he’d been sick for so much of his life. Now he really could enjoy the life he’d never been able to before. "I understand that, actually. I’ve felt the same some days. Homesick for the time I used to live in." Steve tried to live in the past – the music he listened to was similar to what he listened to as a kid, still living in Brooklyn, close to where he and Bucky once lived. All of it was his way of holding on to the familiar. Exactly what this other guy was doing, as well. "I agree. New York makes the best pizza in he world. But then I’m biased being from New York. You don’t get to eat any of that in space?”

"Oh yeah, definitely. Emphasis on the 'awesome'," he added with a wide, shit-eating grin. Peter didn't know why Terrans were so afraid of space. After spending some time back on Earth catching up on the latest goings-on, he figured that the answer to everyone's problems would be space, definitely. There was nothing quite so effective at bringing a bunch of squabbling people together than a giant space monster.

"We do have pizza in space but... it's just not the same, y'know? After a while you start wishing that it's real pepperoni and not some synthetic, freeze-dried plastic substitute." He cocked a curious eyebrow. "What's it like, Cap--being... y'know, Captain America back in the day? I mean, my grandpa told me stories and showed me all the comics he collected as a kid but--" Peter broke into a wistful smile. "Boy, Gramps woulda loved this--meeting Captain America. But I don't even know if he's..." He trailed off, his throat suddenly growing heavy. ... if he's even alive, he finished silently. Yondu was right, and yet he wasn't--Peter loved his homeworld more than anything else in the world, talked about it at every opportunity--but he hadn't even been back to visit, not even when he'd had his own spaceship and basically had free rein to fly to any corner of the galaxy he wanted. And yet... 

Maybe he was just in love with the memory of what it was--and seeing that his homeworld had changed beyond all recognition was what he was really afraid of.

"God— what? Seriously, man, you high?”

He’d met people out of the loop before— people blinded by safe spots or a good group. But not people who had no idea. Not this late in the game. “Yeah, that’s obvious. If it ain’t a Ford F150 I don’t think I’ll be’a much use honestly.”

"What? No! I haven't been high since that one time I accidentally took Kyrmellian weed instead of Kyrmellian leaf." Lesson learned: never go to a market looking for herbal remedies while nursing a hangover.

"Well, it's really not..." Dammit, this was going to be hard to explain. "It's actually a ship."

look if we rp, you are more than welcome to send me headcanons at ungodly hours, TALK IN ALL CAPS ABOUT OUR BABIES, and send me like ten (or fifty) memes a day. I honestly won’t be annoyed and I won’t mind. In fact, I want you to.