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NOTICE
Hello everyone,
I know Iāve done this a few times which is why I am going to first start by apologizing. I know itās 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. Iām innately a people pleaser which has itās 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.Ā
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 doesnāt, again Iāve truly enjoyed writing with you and I understand if you donāt want to follow me over there. I will be reblogging this a few times just in case it doesnāt get to all of you.Ā
I will be here from now on: Emerge Anew
Send šš to sit on my museās face
Reblog if you RP using Discord
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)Ā
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.

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multimuses are just as valid as single character blogs. pass it on.Ā
Time
@keepersofdestiny Continued from HERE
āWhat, you just assume I know you in the future?Ā The fact that you would be here now could completely ruin that.Ā And what, pray tell, is this relationship youāre saying we have?ā
Owen shook his head. He forgot how stubborn Tony used to be before heād gotten the manās guard down. He let his thoughts pass through Tonyās mind using his telepathy to project a memory into Tonyās 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. āIāve lost you already. I donāt have anything to risk, thatās why Iām here.ā
"I've wanted you this whole time." (From Owen)
Tony is confused.Ā Heās never met the man in front of him.
āWell, thatās what people want.Ā Join the fan club.ā
Breach smirks at Iron Man, the mutant could have easily read his mind but he didnāt. āMaybe Iām not from this time. Ever think about that, Starky?ā
if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.
Any Evan Peters FCās out there?

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m/m nsfw gif starters
Send me a number and a ship and Iāll write up a starter based on the gif. Bonus points for not peeking! (Or you can peek, itās 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 momentĀ ādragā 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 wasnāt a white cisgender male who was the game changer. To me it wasnāt rose petals falling that was game changing. It was every.bit.of.this.performance. Never forget. Just like donāt forget who was the game changer at Stonewall.Ā
Max Riemelt asĀ MarkusĀ inĀ Kopfplatzen.

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Thrown Together
@keepersofdestiny
Talia Hale and the Hale Pack had recently survived a great fire.Ā Derekās hands were still burned from it.Ā From saving his family.Ā There were some injuries, but the biggest was their home.Ā It was a total loss.
Derek looked up at the construction with his bandaged hands too weak to do any of the help.Ā The pack worked together to build.
But instead, his mother had him entertaining a visitor.
He was adorable.
āIām sorry that Iām not more of a host.Ā I just nearly got my family killed soā¦ā
He shrugged.
āIām Derek.ā
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 heād heard about Derekās family and the cloud of darkness that seemed to follow them. Oliverās 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, heād yet to find that pack and...well...he was only 16-years-old.Ā
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 Derekās hands. He chewed the inside of his cheek before shrugging his shoulders.Ā āMy family moves around every year. Iāve never had a home. You donāt have to be sorry.ā He reached out his fingers lightly tracing over Derekās thumb still surprised by the wound.Ā āFrom what Iāve heard...you shouldnāt take blame for what happened to your family either.āĀ
Things Iāll 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 toĀ āactiveā but it didnāt 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, heād 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.Ā
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.Ā āChris!ā 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.Ā āChris come on!ā He yelled louder his mind racing as he tried to form words. He could see the demon reaching for his athame.Ā
Not good.
āChris. Christ!ā 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.Ā
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 didnāt pay too much attention other than scolding hisĀ āWhitelighterā.Ā āDemon. 4 oāclock. Trying to kill me!ā He warned, his projected self fading away and returning to his body.