..casting (t i d e s)//

[OWEN, OSCAR, & OLIVER] | CHARMED/MARVEL/FANTASY | GAY INDIE RP | | 21 + MUN & MUSES | [TRACKING: CASTINGTIDES]

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You can now find me over here @boundtoburn

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NOTICE

Hello everyone,

I know I’ve done this a few times which is why I am going to first start by apologizing. I know it’s frustrating to write with me if I change the concept of my characters. Many of you have stayed with me several several times and I appreciate each and every one of you more than I know. The worst trait to me having many ideas and an open mind is my indecisiveness which is why ultimately I have to go with my gut, and go with what I want to write. I’m innately a people pleaser which has it’s ups and downs but ultimately a toxic trait. I definitely want my partners to be happy but I have to be happy too. I am deciding to go back to my previous blog as in some shape or fashion (pretty much my entire life) I have always been drawn to anything Phoenix. 

I hope you guys will follow me back over there. I am willing to create new threads or edit our current threads if that works for you. If it doesn’t, again I’ve truly enjoyed writing with you and I understand if you don’t want to follow me over there. I will be reblogging this a few times just in case it doesn’t get to all of you. 

I will be here from now on: Emerge Anew

[gxymcmcs]

Send 🍑👅 to sit on my muse’s face

[kavtari]

Reblog if you RP using Discord

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Blinding Light

(Set in the 80's, smut, our muses met at a bathhouse; however, it has been several weeks since their first encounter, my muse can be top or bottom please let me know your preference, open to any male) 

Oliver let out a nervous sigh as he finished getting undressed and wrapped a towel around his waist. He closed the locker and started walking around the facility, passing by closed and open doors that led to private rooms and he went immediately to the bar and grabbed himself a drink. He hated and loved coming to this place. If only he could find a keeper. He didn't notice the pair of eyes watching him.

[alphaeis-a-deactivated20200808]

multimuses are just as valid as single character blogs. pass it on. 

[holographichearts]

Time

@keepersofdestiny Continued from HERE

“What, you just assume I know you in the future?  The fact that you would be here now could completely ruin that.  And what, pray tell, is this relationship you’re saying we have?”

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Owen shook his head. He forgot how stubborn Tony used to be before he’d gotten the man’s guard down. He let his thoughts pass through Tony’s mind using his telepathy to project a memory into Tony’s mind of the two of them kissing. His confident smirk turned into a neutral expression as his eyes faded from complete white back to blue orbs his mutation settling as he stopped using his ability. “I’ve lost you already. I don’t have anything to risk, that’s why I’m here.”

[holographichearts]

"I've wanted you this whole time." (From Owen)

Tony is confused.  He’s never met the man in front of him.

“Well, that’s what people want.  Join the fan club.”

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Breach smirks at Iron Man, the mutant could have easily read his mind but he didn’t. “Maybe I’m not from this time. Ever think about that, Starky?”

[i-am-not-a-guardian-deactivated]

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

[castingtideseaf]

Any Evan Peters FC’s out there?

[hoechloin]

Do this anonymously or not, I wanna know.

†: I would date you.

∆: I would marry you.

*: You’re cute.

: You’re hot

©: I like you.

≈: I love you.

ß: I have a crush on you.

^: I want to be your friend.

Ω: I hate you.

◊: I like your blog.

∏: I would fuck you.

[monstersmemes]

m/m nsfw gif starters

Send me a number and a ship and I’ll write up a starter based on the gif. Bonus points for not peeking! (Or you can peek, it’s cool) None of these gifs were made by me and were collected from gif hunts and rph sites.

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This was the moment “drag” was changed for me. Let me first say I have nothing against Sasha Velour. A game changer for drag happened to me when I watched Peppermint, a black transgender female slay the fuck out of this Britney song and bury Trinity Taylor; it wasn’t a white cisgender male who was the game changer. To me it wasn’t rose petals falling that was game changing. It was every.bit.of.this.performance. Never forget. Just like don’t forget who was the game changer at Stonewall. 

[reynor-deactivated20231106]

Max Riemelt as Markus in Kopfplatzen.

[derekhaledisaster]

Thrown Together

@keepersofdestiny

Talia Hale and the Hale Pack had recently survived a great fire.  Derek’s hands were still burned from it.  From saving his family.  There were some injuries, but the biggest was their home.  It was a total loss.

Derek looked up at the construction with his bandaged hands too weak to do any of the help.  The pack worked together to build.

But instead, his mother had him entertaining a visitor.

He was adorable.

“I’m sorry that I’m not more of a host.  I just nearly got my family killed so…”

He shrugged.

“I’m Derek.”

[castingtideseaf]

Moving to Beacon Hills felt incredibly pointless until he saw the beauty that was Derek Hale. His pretty green eyes and dark hair made all of his features stand out for the better. He was a prince. In every way of the fairy tale. That being said, Oliver was hesitant given what he’d heard about Derek’s family and the cloud of darkness that seemed to follow them. Oliver’s family had assisted packs for many years and Oliver had the choice to join a pack of his own aiding with the assistance of his premonition ability; however, he’d yet to find that pack and...well...he was only 16-years-old. 

His heart raced as he saw Derek come over to him, the both of them staring at the construction that was the Hale home. He glanced over at Derek’s hands. He chewed the inside of his cheek before shrugging his shoulders. “My family moves around every year. I’ve never had a home. You don’t have to be sorry.” He reached out his fingers lightly tracing over Derek’s thumb still surprised by the wound. “From what I’ve heard...you shouldn’t take blame for what happened to your family either.” 

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Things I’ll Never Say

@chriscrosscd

When it comes to active powers, Oliver Adler the youngest of the psionic witch trio tended to lack compared to his brothers. His empathy and astral manipulation were the closest he had to “active” but it didn’t exactly vanquish enemies rather than used to manipulate them until his brothers came into play or he managed to rhyme his way through a spell. He took up self-defense classes a few months ago and had recently joined a gym where he had been practicing martial arts. One night after he was finished with his class, he’d walked out on the streets of San Francisco, dressed in a red tank top, black shorts, and tennis shoes cutting through alleys to try to save some time. He could have used his Astral Projection to project home and then have his body teleport to his spirit, but it was a pretty nice evening for once during this horribly humid summer. 

Cutting through alleys was his mistake.

He saw the poof of smoke and before he knew it some type of demon was slamming him into a brick wall. “Chris!” He called out in pain, hoping his snarky whitelighter would show. He shoved his knee forward, and pushed the other away from him, using his Astral Projection to project behind the man and put him in a head lock. “Chris come on!” He yelled louder his mind racing as he tried to form words. He could see the demon reaching for his athame. 

Not good.

“Chris. Christ!” He screamed before he muttered a spell from memory hoping the words were right. He felt a rush sensation through his body and before he knew it a magical portal appeared above his head and rather than suck the demon in, he...was absorbed. 

He found himself rolling against the pavement his knees getting scratched up sweat dripping down his neck. Everything seemed normal until he saw black orbs appear and...what? His head was spinning so he didn’t pay too much attention other than scolding his “Whitelighter”. “Demon. 4 o’clock. Trying to kill me!” He warned, his projected self fading away and returning to his body.