Azure Bubbles

Pokemon Singularity

Valerian will join the Geodude hate party. When he gets there.

the alphabet game. lol

Night

Pokemon Singularity

@Remram @Joshua Tamashii

Valerian gasped. Scandalized in horror as the Rotom phone sassed him. “I didn’t ask for commentary!” before he could launch into a formal rebuttal about proper tone in digital assistance interfaces, the Petilil fired another Absorb.

Aurelia Rose took the hit like a queen! Her wings faltered slightly, but Bug resisted grass, so she wasn’t too bothered.

Valerian analyzed the situation. Aurelia Rose was winning. That last Fairy Wind had done more than just ruffle her leaves. It left it staggering slightly. Another attack might knock it out. That wasn’t the plan. He was trying to catch her, not turn her into salad.

“No more attacks,” he said firmly. “We are not going to obliterate potential teammates. That’s terribly uncouth.” He reached into his bag, pulled out one of the Pokéballs he’d been issued.

And then he felt like he was being watched. He glanced over his shoulder, and spotted the shy girl from the lab earlier. A Phantump floating over her shoulder. “Ah, welcome.” He gave a graceful wave. “You’re just in time to witness history!”

He returned his attention to the Petilil. He took a breath, struck a graceful pose, and threw the ball with a flourish.

The ball cracked open midair, red light bursting forth to pull the weakened Petilil inside. It snapped shut and dropped to the ground, shaking. Valerian silently prayed to Xerneas that she would stay in, and not embarrass him in front of an audience.

Inventory

10x Pokeballs
1x Potion
500 Pokedollars

Team

Aurelia Rose the Cutiefly lv 5
Moves: Absorb, Fairy Wind, Moonblast
Ability: Shield Dust

Pokemon Singularity

@Zapdos
Congrats.

Who's gonna get the 100th post now?

@Remram

Me!

Accursed Tropes: The Last Airbender (Isekai; Fanfic Cliches infiltrating Canon, Lewascan gave me Permission)

Siku
Southern Water Tribe

Siku watched in horror as fake Aang just casually destroyed half the village under a wave of sludge. People were screaming. Houses, memories, lives were being swept away like they meant nothing.

“NO!” Siku shouted, raising both arms instinctively. He didn’t know what he was doing. The Avatar State had taken over. The tidal wave of sludge came crashing toward them, but froze midair, suspended in ice. With a stomp, the earth rumbled and cracked, diverting the force of the impact away from the villagers.

“I told you to stop!” Siku said, though his voice no longer sounded like only his own. It echoed with many voices. “You twist the power of the Avatar for your own ends. You bring ruin and dare to call it balance. The Avatar is not a tyrant. The Avatar protects. And you… are no Avatar.”

Accursed Tropes: The Last Airbender (Isekai; Fanfic Cliches infiltrating Canon, Lewascan gave me Permission)

Siku
Southern Water Tribe

Siku thought he and his family could escape, but of course it wouldn’t be that simple. He raised a wall of ice to block there way, and the other villagers cheered at everything he did. It was eerie. Just when all hope seemed lost, Iroh and Zuko burst through the wall of ice, and declared the false Avatar what he was, an imposter.

Siku could tell things were going to get ugly fast. But what was he supposed to do? He was just a healer. A soft spoken Waterbender who hated fighting, how was he supposed to pose any kind of threat to the Avatar, even if it was a fake one.

But then, something else took over. His eyes began to glow. “STOP!” Siku shouted. The ground cracked beneath his feet. Water lifted from the snow in rivulets, spiraling up his arms. A gust of wind howled, surrounding him. Flames surrounded his hands. “You are not the Avatar.” Siku said, his voice echoed. “You don’t belong here!”

Katara stared, stunned into silence.

Sokka opened his mouth but no words came.

And Kya, wide-eyed, whispered, “Spirits above…”

the Alliance of Liberty City

Eli Reyes/Spellbound

Location: Bank

When Liberty Son spoke to him, Eli opened his mouth to say something, then shut it again. What was the protocol? Cool nod? Finger guns? A witty line? “Uh—y-yeah! Totally. That was… wow. Very cool,” he managed, his voice cracking halfway through.

Then PyroJack went down, hard, and Eli stumbled back a step as the little guy popped up and demanded to know who got the first hit in. Eli hesitated, hand halfway raised. “I mean… I shot lightning at him? But I think someone or something else might have hit him first… Maybe…”

Right on cue, a tiny drone buzzed up, and Interference’s voice cut in. Eli got startled so hard he nearly zapped the bug out of the air. His hand sparked instinctively before he caught himself. “Oh,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Talking drones. Totally normal.”

He looked toward the window across the street and spotted the white-masked woman waving casually like this was a casual meet up between friends, instead of a scorched bank lobby and a crime scene.

“Um… nice to meet all of you. I’m Eli… Uh… Spellbound! Sorry, first day on the job.” He gave a nervous smile and a thumbs up, then immediately regretted the thumbs up.

Moonlight and Witch's Work: An anime and JRPG-inspired Witch RP

I apologize for not consulting you guys first. I got excited and started making a character, and that was my bad.

That being said, I don’t think this game is for me, and I wish all of you good luck.

Moonlight and Witch's Work: An anime and JRPG-inspired Witch RP

Name: Soren Bellecourt Virelle
Age: 19
Gender: Male (The scandal! I know!)
Appearance: Soren stands at 5’9” with a slender, willowy build, a fair skin complexion, and soft features. He has short wavy dark purple hair, and expressive violet eyes that run in his family and hint at his heritage.



Personality: Soren is gentle, thoughtful, and empathetic. Traits often mistaken for weakness in the world he was born into. Soft-spoken and slow to trust, he tends to observe more than speak, choosing his words carefully. He prefers to avoid conflict when he can. That said, he possesses a quiet determination. Once he sets his heart on something, he won’t be easily swayed.

He is still mourning the death of his mother and mentor, whose teachings live on in everything he does. Her belief in him shapes the way he moves through the world. He believes in the goodness of others, and carries a deep respect for magic as something sacred and intimate.

While magic in this world is deeply tied to femininity, Soren doesn’t shy away from that association, he embraces it. His strength comes not from overpowering others, but from his ability to heal, to protect, and to endure. He finds power in softness and wields it proudly.

Beneath the calm, however, Soren is full of feeling. He longs for connection, aches to be accepted, and sometimes wonders if there truly is a place for someone like him. He has a dry (some would say sassy) sense of humor that really only comes out when he feels comfortable.

Abilities: Soren is a White Magic specialist, particularly skilled in protective barriers, healing, and purification. He excels at shielding others and mending both magical and physical wounds, often using his magic as a way to connect and care for those around him.

He also possesses a latent, emotionally triggered affinity for Black Magic. When overwhelmed by fear or anger, his magic can twist and lash out uncontrollably, manifesting in ways he neither understands nor chooses. These reactions are rare but powerful, ranging from shadowy backlashes to draining auras or sudden curses. He does not fully understand this part of himself, and it scares him.

Skills: Soren’s empathy makes him a surprisingly good judge of people, even if he’s hesitant to act on it. He’s a comforting presence when others are overwhelmed, and often notices when someone is struggling before they say anything.

He cleans when he’s nervous, likes sewing and mending, and he is good at cooking and brewing tea

Equipment: He has his wand and his broom that once belonged to his mother. His mother was working on making a witch arm for him, but she died before she could complete it.

Brief Backstory: Soren is the secret grandson of grand witch Lucia. The only child of Caelia Virelle, a grand witch in her own right. His existence was seen as a problem. Boys weren’t meant to be witches. In order to protect her reputation, Lucia chose not to acknowledge him. He wasn’t allowed to use the family name, Bellecourt. His mother however raised him in secret. She trained him in magic, particularly white magic, and loved him no matter his gender.

Six months ago, Caelia died under suspicious circumstances. The Society claimed it was a magical accident. Soren believes otherwise. Now, with no official place in the Moon Circle Society and no recognition of his lineage, Soren clings to what little he has: his mother’s teachings, her wand and her broom. He lives at the edges of the Society. Some witches allow him to help with missions, out of respect for his mother, calling him an “unofficial assistant.” Soren accepts this. He doesn’t want revenge. He doesn’t even want power. He just wants to be accepted.

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

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@King Kindred

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