Azure Bubbles

Heroes, Defend the City!

Julian winced as his orb of light flared, watching the dragon actually recoil this time. “Finally,” he muttered, “a reaction. Took long enough.”

Then came the voice. “Spotlight,” Intel called, not even looking at him. “If it turns toward you, maintain lateral movement. Do not hold position. If it does not, disengage. You are not the priority target.”

Julian blinked. “Not the priority… Excuse me?” he hissed under his breath. “Have you seen me? I’m always the star!”

Still, he obeyed, slipping sideways with a practiced spin and conjuring another flare, this one lower intensity, meant to keep the dragon’s focus bouncing just long enough for someone else to do something smart. Like literally anyone else.

Then the rest of the scene hit him. Blackstar down but moving, Wireframe unraveling and reforming like living steel origami, the dragon erupting into fire, and… wait. Paint? This… wasn’t a real dragon… Were they basically fighting a theme park animatronic?

His gaze snapped to the man in the beret, still filming and smiling. “Okay, no. That guy is way too calm for a dragon attack.” Julian’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, absolutely not,” Julian muttered, stepping forward with a new flare forming in his hand. “You do not get to outshine me! Who even are you? The director of this disaster?”

With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the flare high. It burst midair like a spotlight, casting a dramatic glow across the field, and centering right on the man in the beret. Julian smirked. “Smile for the camera, mystery man. You’ve just been spotlit!”

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

Sky will likely have something sassy to say about it.

Heroes, Defend the City!

I think I’m the other person that has to post.

DC Reborn

Too bad about The Champions RP, but I might be interested.

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

Yes please!

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

We still want to do this? I've kinda been waiting for more responses

@IAmTheIsland

Same. I’m kind of at a loss for what to do next.

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

@mattmanganon I hope you feel better soon!

@IAmTheIsland If you really want to go to the 101 Dalmatian World and since no one has rescued puppies on other worlds yet we can say that the world just became overrun by darkness like Radiant Garden/Hollow Bastion and Cruella De Vil has dominion over it and has captured the puppies while Pongo and Perdita got separated/rescued in the chaos. So through this Hoshi can see what's at stake and what failing to save a world means. It could be like the 102 Dalmatians game where you face off against her at De Vil Manor or her Toy Factory.

@King Kindred

Are we going the Once Upon a Time route, where Cruella has the ability to control animals? Otherwise, what is Cruella going to do in a Boss fight?

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

The Christmas lights in Zachary Zatara’s bedroom blinked out of sync.

One strand flickered between red and green. Another stayed stubbornly blue. He’d meant to fix them earlier, but they’d joined the growing pile of things he was very deliberately ignoring. Along with the half-wrapped gifts on his bed, the open laptop still paused on his own stream replay, and the wand resting on his desk like it had opinions about him now.

He was watching the music video of All I Want For Christmas is You for the umpteenth time. Zach wasn’t paying that much attention, until every channel cut to the same thing.

BREAKING NEWS.

He froze. He wouldn’t have believed it if he didn’t know better.

Santa Claus.
Flying reindeer.
Explosions.
Deaths.

“…yeah, okay,” Zach muttered weakly, sinking onto the edge of his bed. “Sure. Of course. That tracks. Why not.”

Zach glanced at his phone without meaning to. Notifications stacked so fast they blurred together. Mentions. Tags. Messages from fans. Messages from strangers. Messages from people who were suddenly very, very serious about magic.

is this real like YOUR magic
you did this live last week right??
can u stop him
bro pls say this is fake

“I don’t even know how to stop a floating chair,” Zach whispered.

The wand on his desk glowed faintly while Zach looked back at the TV. More fear. Warnings. Advice. Stay indoors. Protect your children. Remain vigilant.

Zach laughed once, sharp and humorless. “Protect your kids, he echoed. “From Santa Claus.” This wasn’t a joke anymore.

This wasn’t a livestream gone wrong or a stunt people could laugh off later. This was magic causing real problems. He thought of the moment on stream. The weightless feeling, the thrill, the terror. The way the chat had screamed like it was the coolest thing they’d ever seen. They wouldn’t have the same reaction now.

He stood abruptly, pacing the length of his room, dodging wrapping paper and extension cords. “Okay. Okay. Think,” he muttered, bravado creeping into his voice out of habit. “You don’t panic. Panicking is for people without plans.”

The problem was… he didn’t have a plan.

Zach reached out and picked up the wand. “…I didn’t ask for this,” he said quietly “Alright, if magic’s going to ruin Christmas… I should probably figure out how not to make things worse.”

He glanced once more at the TV. Then he grabbed his jacket, his phone, and shoved the wand into his pocket. Christmas, apparently, was cancelled, and Zach Zatara was officially out of his depth.

—-

Snow was not on the forecast.

Zach knew that because he’d checked three times already. Delaware winters were cold, sure, but this? This was what some would call supernatural…

He stood at the edge of Centennial Park, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, breath fogging the air as flakes spiraled down in thick, deliberate patterns.“…okay,” he muttered. “So either climate change finally snapped, or shit has hit the fan”

His phone buzzed nonstop.

LIVE UPDATES.
SNOWSTORM IN METROPOLIS???
IS THIS THOR??
ZATARA DO YOU SEE THIS

Zach didn’t acknowledge any of them.

He tilted his head back, watching lightning flicker faintly behind the clouds. Whoever was doing this knew exactly what they were doing. “Showoff,” Zach muttered.

He stepped farther into the park, boots crunching softly against fresh snow. The wand in his pocket pulsed faintly.

Zach froze. “Oh no,” he whispered. “Nope. Don’t you start. I am observing. I am a civilian. I am a guy who accidentally became a magical incident, not…”

The wand buzzed again.

Zach exhaled shakily, pressing a hand over the pocket. “Listen. I appreciate the enthusiasm. Truly. But if I die tonight, my parents will never let me hear the end of it.”

A gust of wind swept through the park, snow swirling upward dramatically. In the distance, Zach caught a glimpse of movement. Two figures hovering near the center of the storm. Zach swallowed. This was serious, and he was standing at the edge of it with a glowing wand and absolutely no idea what he was doing. He lifted his phone, thumb hovering over the screen, debating what to do next.

Strange Days in Beacon Hills: A Teen Wolf RP

Milo Valentine chose the table because it was empty. Not because it was important. There was probably some social hierarchy bullshit attached to it, but he wasn’t aware of it, and frankly, didn’t care. He slid into the seat with casual ease, tapped his pink manicured nails once against the plastic tray, and peeled the lid off his yogurt.

He didn’t even get a bite in before Jackson came storming up, already huffing.

“What are you doing?” Jackson snapped. “That’s our table.”

Milo didn’t look up right away. He stirred the yogurt once, then finally lifted his eyes. “Oh,” he said mildly. “Is it?” His gaze flicked to the empty seats, then back to Jackson. “You should probably get here earlier.”

Jackson scoffed. “You don’t just sit wherever you want. Move.”

Milo smiled faintly. “Sweetie, it’s plastic. No need to get so pissy about it.” He made absolutely no move to leave.

That was when Lydia spoke.“No,” she said, almost thoughtfully. “I like him.” She stepped past Jackson and sat down, her attention never leaving Milo. “You can stay.”

Milo smirked. “Thank you. See, buddy? At least someone here has taste.”

Jackson stared, clearly weighing whether this was worth making a scene.

Lydia noticed. “You’re new,” she said.

“Milo Valentine.”

She smiled. “Figures.”

The warning bell buzzed faintly overhead. Lydia leaned in just enough to keep the moment private. “You should come watch tryouts after school,” she added. “And there’s a party Friday.”

Milo considered it, tapping one glossy nail against the tray. “I’m not really a sports guy…” he said, then tilted his head. “But I do enjoy staring at hot ones.” A pause. “And parties are fun.”

Strange Days in Beacon Hills: A Teen Wolf RP

Valentine

Name: Milo Valentine



▼ PERSONAL DETAILS
►Age - 16
►Gender - Male
►Species: Werewolf
►Sexuality - Gay
► Nickname - Valentine, Val
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▼ PHYSICALITY
►Scars - A thin, faint scar along his ribs from an early, uncontrolled shift. Carefully hidden and never mentioned unless asked directly.
►Tattoos - None
►Piercings - Earlobe Piercings.
►Style - Valentine refuses to conform to toxic masculinity. He wears pastel pink sweaters, cropped jackets, tailored pants, clean sneakers or boots. Accessories matter: rings, necklaces, subtle makeup on special days. His nails are painted. He dresses with intention. Never accidental, never sloppy.
►Height - 5’8”

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▼ LIFE BEFORE BEACON HILLS
► Milo Valentine was born a werewolf. His mother was a human, his father was the werewolf. His mother wanted nothing to do with this werewolf nonsense, and moved far away from him hoping to raise her child as a normal human. Of course, no matter how much she wanted her son to be normal doesn’t mean it would happen.

Milo grew up caught between two very different expectations. One parent who acknowledged what he was, and one who wished it away. He learned to manage his abilities quietly. His father remained present but distant, offering guidance when allowed. As he grew older, he expressed himself in other ways. Through fashion, makeup, art. Reclaiming control over how he was seen, even as he kept his lycanthropy in check.

When signs of supernatural activity began appearing closer to home, his mother forced another move, choosing Beacon Hills for its reputation as a quiet, unremarkable town. Unaware of how wrong that assumption was.

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▼ PERSONALITY
► Milo is expressive, confident, and perceptive. He pays close attention to people and situations, often noticing things others miss. He presents himself boldly and refuses to make himself smaller for anyone’s comfort, especially when others expect him to fit the norm of toxic masculinity.

He is sensitive beneath the bravado and reacts strongly to rejection or being dismissed, though he tries to hide it with humor or confidence. Milo avoids dominance games and pack politics, preferring to stay independent. He is loyal to those who earn his trust, guarded with strangers, and easily underestimated because of the way he presents himself.

Milo identifies more with his humanity than his werewolf instincts and treats lycanthropy as something to manage, not embrace.
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POWER
► Heightened Senses
► Enhanced Strength
► Enhanced Speed
► Enhanced reflexes
► Accelerated Healing
► Shapeshifting (He doesn’t use it much)
► Claws (He uses these a lot. The long pink painted nails are FABULOUS!)
► High Tolerance for pain
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▼ STRENGTHS

► High emotional intelligence; reads people and tension quickly
► Exceptional self-control under stress
► Strong sense of identity; difficult to intimidate or dominate
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▼ WEAKNESSES

► Sensitive to rejection
► Suppresses his werewolf instincts to the point of exhaustion
► Avoids pack structures even when they might offer protection