Azure Bubbles

Gorenger: Super Sentai Hero Team!

Finn Logan

Finn dropped his duffel bag on the bed and flopped onto it with a dramatic sigh, legs kicking over the edge as he stared up at the ceiling of Zeta House. He’d decorated exactly one corner of it. Fairy lights, a framed photo of his little sister hugging a unicorn plushie, and a pink throw blanket folded neatly on the foot of his mattress.

It wasn’t home yet. But it was getting there.

“Okay, Zeta House,” he said aloud, stretching like a cat, “let’s see what kind of main character arc we’ve got going this semester.”

He’d already met one of his roommates, Jet, the guy with an absurd number of glowing screens and a gaming chair that looked like it could launch into orbit. They hadn’t talked much, but Finn respected the vibes. Plus, Finn had brought brownies. That was the universal peace treaty.

The other roommate remained a mystery. Phantom Roommate. Potentially a vampire. Or a barista. Or both.

And now that classes were done for the day. Miraculously, Finn had not fallen asleep during orbital mechanics, he had plans.

The cheer team had invited him out to hang, and while the thought of Rio being there made his stomach do that weird flippy thing it only did when someone with a gorgeous face, and the personality of spoiled yogurt was nearby… he liked the rest of them. And he didn’t want to be a no show captain.

Still, his mind drifted briefly as he tied his shoes, remembering a certain incident from a few weeks back. A guy had been cornered by Rio outside the cafeteria. It had gotten ugly. Finn hadn’t stepped in, not knowing the whole story, but it had stuck with him.

He sighed again and stood, “Okay, social butterfly mode: engage.” He gave himself finger guns in the mirror. “No drama, no fighting, just sparkling good vibes.”

With one final glance back at the room, Finn headed out.

Gorenger: Super Sentai Hero Team!

@Duthguy So spoilers

Edit: Nevermind, Question answered

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Joel had only just started to feel a little calmer.

Andrew’s energy had been a lot, but not in a bad way. Joel wasn’t sure if he liked him yet, but he definitely noticed him, and that was a new kind of scary. He’d considered following him to the buffet. He didn’t, though. Not yet. Instead, he’d drifted toward the window, watching the rain fall.

Then the lights went out. It got quiet. He clutched his sketchbook tighter. He didn’t scream. He didn’t even gasp when the doors wouldn’t open. He watched Andrew move across the room, flashlight cutting through the dark. Joel couldn’t bring himself to move toward anyone. If he was going to panic, he wanted to do it quietly.

And then the computer on the table began to glow. Joel’s first thought was Why is that plugged in? His second was It’s not. His third thought never formed, because light exploded. And then he blacked out.

—-

Joel stirred, eyes still shut. He could tell there was grass beneath him, and sand too. He opened his eyes slowly. The sky above him wasn’t blue. It wasn’t any color, really. There were cars too. Hundreds of them, sticking straight up from the ground like they had grown that way.

Joel sat up, disoriented. His sketchbook had landed nearby. He nervously reached for it.

Where am I? What happened to the ballroom? To Andrew? To-

Then, he heard a voice. “You’re awake.”

Joel turned, startled. A small creature was standing just a few feet away. It had Cream colored fur, floppy ears, big round eyes. It vaguely looked like a puppy.

“Um …Hi?” Joel whispered. His voice cracked slightly.

The creature tilted her head. “You’re Joel, right?”

He blinked. “How do you—?”

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Her tone reminded him of the counselor at the grief therapy session he went to.

Joel gripped his sketchbook tighter. “I’m sorry… I don’t understand what’s happening. Is this… is this a dream?”

Salamon shook her head. “It’s real. You were brought here for a reason.”

“That sounds like something people say before everything goes wrong,” he said before he could stop himself.

Salamon’s expression softened. “You’re scared.”

He nodded.

“That’s okay,” she said. “You don’t have to be brave yet. You just have to stand up.”

Joel looked at her, this strange, small being who spoke like she knew him. And somehow… he didn’t feel afraid of her.

He swallowed hard and stood slowly. The sketchbook stayed in his hand. “You… know my name,” he said again, quieter this time.

“Yes,” Salamon said. “And I think… you’re going to be important.”

Joel chuckled nervously. “I think you might be the first person to say that and mean it.”

“I do mean it,” she said. “Come on. The others are nearby. We’ll face this together.”

Joel didn’t say thank you. He just nodded, and walked with her into the unknown.

Primality: Act 1

Conner raised an eyebrow as he watched Wren twirl to the front of their group. The sudden gust of wind ruffled his hair, and nearly knocked the bag of goldfish crackers out of his hand. “Oh, is that what we’re doing? Ok, challenge accepted!”

Of course, not wanting to be outdone, Conner just had to show off a move of his own. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled a small ribbon of water out from a nearby water fountain. The water curled and shimmered above his hand before arcing outward in a quick, fluid motion. “Watch closely.” he said, lifting his hand like he was about to take a bow.

With a smirk, he traced the air in front of him with a casual swipe, guiding the water into a loose, floating heart shape. It was little wobbly, but recognizably cutesy. He turned slightly and angled it toward John, letting the heart hang there in midair for too long to be innocent. “For you, Johnny boy.” He said with a wink. Unfortunately, Conner hadn’t thought this all the way through, and the heart drooped, then splashed to the ground. Leaving a small puddle of water on the floor at John’s feet.

Conner blinked at it, then looked up with a sheepish grin. “…Okay, mostly nailed it.”

@IAmTheIsland @shylarah

Gorenger: Super Sentai Hero Team!

Character Sheet:
Name: Finley “Finn” Logan
Photo:

Favorite Colors: Pink, Sky Blue, Purple

Personality: Finn is a bright, cheerful person, with an optimistic view on life. He can often be found with a smile on his face, even when things look bleak. As such, he often makes jokes, and does silly things when the situation is tense to lift people's spirits, but his attempts to make people laugh sometimes gives others the impression that he doesn't take things seriously. Finn has no idea how to react if somebody accuses him of this, other than shrug his shoulders and move on. He believes there is some good in everyone, and for that, he is very trusting of others.

Finn is very energetic, some would say hyperactive even. So much so, that it is very difficult for him to sit still and concentrate on one thing for long periods of time. Because of this, he likes to actually do stuff, instead of sitting there reading about it. While he is able to think quick on his feet during intense situations. he often acts impulsively, and jumps to conclusions without thinking first.

A genuine nice guy, he is always willing to help someone in need. Often putting the needs of others ahead of his own. After his parents divorce, and dealing with bullying, Finn is able to empathize with others in a similar situation. He makes it his personal mission to befriend and help people like this. Sometimes though, he can be too nice, to the point of gullibility, and people often take advantage of him for it. Finn is very outgoing and social. He likes meeting new people, and making new friends. He is not afraid to strike up a conversation with a random stranger. He openly expresses affection through touching in the form of hugs, holding hands, as well as stroking and grabbing shoulders. Being used to having to watch over his little sister, he's become accustomed to taking care of people.

What do they want to be when they grow up?: He doesn’t know yet. Maybe a baker, maybe counseling LGBT kids, maybe figure out how to do the cheerleading thing professionally, he hasn’t decided yet.

Short Biography: Despite what Finn would tell you, Finn did not have the happiest of childhoods. After Finn’s little sister was born, the family started experiencing financial troubles after his father was laid off. The parents would often argue, and his father would often drown his sorrows with alcohol. Eventually, this would result in his parents divorcing. Finn lives with his mother and sister, and doesn’t see his father too often. The two have a strained relationship.

Things weren’t any better at school either. Finn didn’t really share many interests with other boys. He had more stereotypically feminine interests such as playing with Barbie dolls instead of Hot Wheels the otner boys were into. He was also a scrawny child, who wasn’t all that interested in sports. As such he was often called a sissy by other boys and bullied constantly. His father not so subtly reaffirmed the same sentiment. Implying that living with his mother and sister was turning him into a girl. Finn would sometimes cry in his bedroom at night.

Through all the drama, he tried to maintain a friendly upbeat demeanor in order to be a good example for his little sister. He had to care for her a lot when his parents were otherwise unavailable. Since he was the one that had to make dinner for the family, he developed an interest in cooking.

Eventually, a things changed when Finn’s mom got a job offer in a new city. This new city was also the home of the prestigious Wing Zero Academy. It was Finn’s chance to reinvent himself. New school, new people, new Finn.

Now a senior, Finn has undergone a glow-up in every sense of the word. He’s athletic (thanks to competitive cheerleading), openly gay, and socially magnetic. His genuine kindness and infectious energy earned him fast popularity at Wing Zero, where he’s now the captain of the school’s performance squad. He still loves cooking, especially for his dorm mates, and has a particular soft spot for helping out students who seem lonely or left out.

Though he’s not sure what career he wants after graduation, one thing Finn knows one thing: he wants to help people. Always.

Favorite Song: Born This Way by Lady Gaga
Favorite Food: Brownies
Favorite Animal: Unicorns
What Element best describes them?: Light
If they had a superpower, what would it be?: Pink Energy Constructs. He’d be a green lantern, but pink!
Mood board:

Pokemon Singularity

By the by @Crimson Flame, when you gonna add Petite Lil' to your CS in the char tab? I wanna read'bout the well-mannered little lady :3

@Xaltwind

I’ve been meaning to do it, but keep forgetting. 😅

Also, I haven’t decided on her personality yet. Ssh 🤫

Pokemon Singularity

Val is probably going to do what Evelyn is doing. Buy some supplies, and leave Grand Glory after.

But not before complaining about being *gasp* Poor! Once he gets to the Pokemart.

Pokemon Singularity

@Remram @Joshua Tamashii

Valerian didn’t answer right away. Her words cut deep. His steps slowed as he walked thinking how he was going to answer. “I suppose that is the question, isn’t it?” he said finally. “If I stopped introducing myself as ‘the prince’… would people still look at me the same? Would I still look at me the same? There’s comfort in the title. In knowing exactly who you’re supposed to be. But… you’re right. It makes it rather difficult to know who I am.”

Aurelia Rose fluttered beside him. She landed briefly on his shoulder, nuzzling against his cheek

“And yet somehow…” he said softly, brushing his fingers under her tiny feet. “This little bug likes me for me. Despite the initial… drama…”

He glanced back at Amelia. “I think you’re braver than you give yourself credit for. Wanting to understand others instead of fight them. Walking away from the cage.” He paused. “And surviving my screaming without passing out from secondhand embarrassment. You may be more formidable than you look.”

He gave a faint smile. “Come. Let’s get our teams healed. And then… perhaps we’ll both learn something about who we are, along the way.”

—-

After getting his Pokemon healed, Valerian accepted the Pokéballs with a graceful nod. “Many thanks, kind nurse. Your work is appreciated.”

As he turned away from the counter, Aurelia Rose popped out of her ball on her own, and landed on his shoulder. Then, he opened Camelia’s pokeball, and in a flash of light, the Petilil appeared. “Now, I believe it is time for a formal introduction.”

The Petilil blinked slowly, tilting her leafy head side to side.

Valerian knelt down to meet her at eye level. “Hello again,” he said gently. “You fought with dignity. I want you to know… I see that. And I’d like to offer you a name. One that I think suits you. Camellia. It’s elegant. Resilient. Subtly vibrant. Like you.”

Camellia stared at him. Then gave a tiny nod.

Aurelia Rose buzzed approvingly from Valerian’s shoulder.

Valerian smiled faintly. “I’ll take that as a sign that she approves.”

With introductions complete and Camellia seemingly content with her new name, Valerian rose to his feet, dusting off his knees with a flourish. “Now then,” he announced, turning on his heel. “Our next order of business: supplies. It would be unwise to face the wilds unprepared. The Poké Mart should be just around the corner.” He then turned his attention to Amelia. “You’re welcome to come along, of course. Unless you have your own errands to run, or more ghosts to corral.”

Inventory

9x Pokeballs
1x Potion
1750 Pokedollars

Team

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


Camellia the Petilil lv 4
Moves: Absorb, Growth, Helping Hand
Ability: Chlorophyll

Digimon: Fallen Knights (reboot)

Niko’s bouncing slowed—only slightly—at the mention of “no going back.” He watched the goggles float in front of him with wide eyes, his reflection visible in the tinted lenses. His Digivice looked like something out of a limited-edition anime box set: round pink frames with star-shaped lenses.

He reached out and took them gently, as if afraid they might vanish. “These are so me!” But then the angels’ words sank in. No way back. Not until the job was done. His grin faltered for a second.

He looked at the others. None of them looked particularly ready. And honestly? Neither was he. This wasn’t a game or a dream. This was real. He could die here, right? Or worse—fail. What if he wasn’t strong enough? What if he let everyone down?

The doubt started to creep in. Just like it always did. Just like at school. Just like with his dad. Just like every time he tried to be himself and it backfired. But then, Niko tightened his grip on the goggles and took a deep breath. This was his chance. The kind of chance people like him never got. He couldn’t let fear take it from him. He slipped the goggles around his neck like a necklace, stood tall (well, tall-ish), and forced a smile back onto his face. “I’m in,” he said. “I mean… if the Digital World needs help, then I wanna help.”

Digimon: Fallen Knights (reboot)

I guess mine.