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Azure Bubbles
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Gay, he/him, Autistic
I’m Crimson Flame and I’m addicted to RPing. But sometimes ADHD kicks in, and it takes me longer to reply to things than it should. If I’m taking too long to respond, feel free to say something. Just don’t be rude about it.
There are a bunch of RPs I like. Pokémon, Digimon, Fantasy, Superhero, it would take too long to list them all. I’m not a fan of Horror or Apocalypse settings though.
I have a particular type of character I like making. Look through my Character Sheet thread, and see if you notice what a lot of my characters have in common.
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I’m Crimson Flame and I’m addicted to RPing. But sometimes ADHD kicks in, and it takes me longer to reply to things than it should. If I’m taking too long to respond, feel free to say something. Just don’t be rude about it.
There are a bunch of RPs I like. Pokémon, Digimon, Fantasy, Superhero, it would take too long to list them all. I’m not a fan of Horror or Apocalypse settings though.
I have a particular type of character I like making. Look through my Character Sheet thread, and see if you notice what a lot of my characters have in common.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/182450-cri…
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You weren't kidding. It's not easy to make sure what I mean for Aksel's ability to come through clearly either. @Azure Bubbles
My real concern was controlling other people’s characters, but I get it.
Sky is basically the Emma Stone version of Cruella De Vil. I’m hoping at some point, Sky’s dad will turn out to be some rich asshole.
Danny was sprawled across his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was faintly glowing with an ethereal pink aura. Another not-so-subtle reminder that being a half-ghost didn’t come with an “off” switch. Nerves made it worse. And with school starting in the morning, his nerves were working overtime.
Tucker lounged in Danny’s desk chair, feet kicked up, scrolling through his phone. Sam perched on the windowsill, arms folded, surveying the room with deadpan concern.
“So, are you gonna just glow all night,” Tucker asked, not looking up from his screen, “or do you want me to hit the lights for you?”
Danny shot him a weak smile. “Funny. If my parents come in and see this, I’m toast. Or, you know… ghost toast.”
Sam cracked a smirk. “Relax, man. If anyone bursts in, I’ll just say you’re trying out a new nightlight aesthetic. Real cutting-edge stuff.”
Danny sighed, flexing his hands. “I just… what if I phase through the floor tomorrow? What if I go invisible in the middle of homeroom? What if Dom and I both glitch out and the whole school finds out?”
Tucker shrugged, still scrolling. “Then you’ll be the coolest show-and-tell ever.”
“Not helping,” Danny muttered, though he looked a little less tense.
Sam’s voice softened. “You’re not gonna mess up. And if you do, we’ll cover for you. That’s what we’re here for.”
Danny finally sat up, tucking his knees in. “You guys ever wish things could go back to normal?”
Sam shrugged. “Not really. Normal’s overrated. I mean, look at me.” He said gesturing to himself. “I gave up on being normal ages ago. Besides, you’re the only boy I know who paints his nails pink and still worries about fitting in.”
Tucker finally looked up and grinned. “And hey, if you panic, just blame me. Teachers already expect weird stuff when I’m around.”
Danny laughed, genuine, this time. “You two are the worst.”
Tucker raised his phone in a mock toast. “But we’re your worst.”
A comfortable quiet settled over the room. The glow surrounding Danny finally faded as he relaxed, knowing that, whatever happened, he wasn’t
Danny was half-asleep over his cereal, trying to ignore the buzz of his mom’s latest invention. Dom wandered in, yawning, just as their dad burst in, the “Fenton Finder” started beeping. Danny’s heart skipped. It pointed right at him, but before things could get awkward, Jazz cut in, cool as ever.
“No. I will not let your insane obsession with ghosts pollute the minds of your impressionable children. Come on, Danny and Dom. I'm driving you both to school today.” Jazz announced, grabbing car keys.
Danny blinked, surprised. Jazz never drove them. As they hurried out, he could hear their parents whispering behind them, probably plotting a way to catch “the real ghost.” Danny just hoped he could get through first period without glowing.
Tucker lounged in Danny’s desk chair, feet kicked up, scrolling through his phone. Sam perched on the windowsill, arms folded, surveying the room with deadpan concern.
“So, are you gonna just glow all night,” Tucker asked, not looking up from his screen, “or do you want me to hit the lights for you?”
Danny shot him a weak smile. “Funny. If my parents come in and see this, I’m toast. Or, you know… ghost toast.”
Sam cracked a smirk. “Relax, man. If anyone bursts in, I’ll just say you’re trying out a new nightlight aesthetic. Real cutting-edge stuff.”
Danny sighed, flexing his hands. “I just… what if I phase through the floor tomorrow? What if I go invisible in the middle of homeroom? What if Dom and I both glitch out and the whole school finds out?”
Tucker shrugged, still scrolling. “Then you’ll be the coolest show-and-tell ever.”
“Not helping,” Danny muttered, though he looked a little less tense.
Sam’s voice softened. “You’re not gonna mess up. And if you do, we’ll cover for you. That’s what we’re here for.”
Danny finally sat up, tucking his knees in. “You guys ever wish things could go back to normal?”
Sam shrugged. “Not really. Normal’s overrated. I mean, look at me.” He said gesturing to himself. “I gave up on being normal ages ago. Besides, you’re the only boy I know who paints his nails pink and still worries about fitting in.”
Tucker finally looked up and grinned. “And hey, if you panic, just blame me. Teachers already expect weird stuff when I’m around.”
Danny laughed, genuine, this time. “You two are the worst.”
Tucker raised his phone in a mock toast. “But we’re your worst.”
A comfortable quiet settled over the room. The glow surrounding Danny finally faded as he relaxed, knowing that, whatever happened, he wasn’t
Danny was half-asleep over his cereal, trying to ignore the buzz of his mom’s latest invention. Dom wandered in, yawning, just as their dad burst in, the “Fenton Finder” started beeping. Danny’s heart skipped. It pointed right at him, but before things could get awkward, Jazz cut in, cool as ever.
“No. I will not let your insane obsession with ghosts pollute the minds of your impressionable children. Come on, Danny and Dom. I'm driving you both to school today.” Jazz announced, grabbing car keys.
Danny blinked, surprised. Jazz never drove them. As they hurried out, he could hear their parents whispering behind them, probably plotting a way to catch “the real ghost.” Danny just hoped he could get through first period without glowing.
Activating Skylar’s powers without telling other people what to do was difficult. Hopefully, I got it across.
Sky stood near the bar now, changed out of the soaked jumpsuit and back in something much more him. Layers of pink, sequins, and a thrifted faux-fur jacket (no not the one he shoplifted.) His hair was fixed, and he looked far too put-together for someone who had been struck by lightning not that long ago.
He sat at the bar, legs crossed, and tossing a wink at Henry. “If you’re trying to impress us, free drinks are a start, babe.” He accepted a cocktail and spun the glass by the stem, watching light ripple through the liquid. “It’s just Sky. Skylar Price if you want to be formal, which I don’t recommend. I got community service for liberating a designer coat. What can I say? I saw something beautiful and decided the universe owed me one nice thing. Apparently, the judge lacked taste.” He took a sip, and grinned. “But I made it look fantastic.”
As Sky talked, something in the air around him shifted. The people at the bar started to laugh a little louder, smiles widened, and a buzz of excitement followed him, even if he didn’t notice.
Conner tried not to fidget, but he was not succeeding. He stood near the back, arms loosely crossed, one brow raised. The whole “judgment and discipline” speech wasn’t exactly his vibe. It was a little intense for a guy who called his trident a “magic fork”, but he wasn’t about to start drama on day one.
He glanced around at the others, grinning. “Sooo… question would I get in trouble if I accidentally flood the place?” He asked, his was tone playful but curious.
His foot tapped in time with the pulsing floor, ready to move the second things kicked off.
It’s one of those magic storms. Only instead of taking us to Oz, it gave us powers. 
Sky is definitely going to start something with his powers.
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