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

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. 

(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) 

@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.