Azure Bubbles

Pokémon Dreams (Reboot)

I mean Flygon is pretty popular.

Shame it still hasn’t gotten a Mega…

Olympus Rising

<Snipped quote by Pathei Mathos>

Was thinking much the same; also regardless of whither or not we do a Discord, what time zones are folks in? Just to give a rough outline as to when posts may happen. I'm in the Pacific

@Athol

I’m in Eastern time. But that doesn’t mean much. I could get struck for inspiration at 2AM. :P

Olympus Rising

Tyler takes a road trip to San Fran!

Olympus Rising

Well, since they’re both in California, I could throw Tyler Azalea’s way.

Pokémon Dreams (Reboot)

This is a rare instance I play a female character.

Stella Gold

Profile

Name: Stella Gold
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Hometown: Rossaden, Eidda



Appearance: Stella stands at 5’10”, already taller than many young women her age, though that has never once stopped her from wearing heels whenever she feels like it. If anything, she enjoys the added height. Her skin is fair from a deliberate lack of sun exposure, as she insists too much sunlight is terrible for one’s complexion. She has a slender build, though still with a feminine figure, and she puts an obvious amount of effort into maintaining her appearance.

Her hair is silky, straight, and golden blond, falling all the way to her waist. She wears short, blunt-cut bangs that reach her eyebrows, and usually keeps her hair neat with some sort of headband, ribbon, clip, or other fashionable accessory. Her eyes are almond-shaped and a pale shade of blue. She wears as much makeup as she thinks is necessary, usually favoring pink eyeshadow, lipstick, and a subtle amount of blush. Her nails are always perfectly manicured and painted gold.

Stella’s wardrobe can best be described as very girly, very expensive, and very intentional. She favors pastels and bright colors, especially pink, and has little patience for low-quality clothing. Many of her outfits are either designer-made or made by Stella herself using expensive materials. Her usual outfit consists of a short-sleeved pink blouse, a frilly knee-length skirt in a darker shade of pink, and sensible pink flats decorated with small bows. She accessorizes with real gold and pink jewelry, including hanging gold earrings, a fancy gold necklace, gold bracelets around her right wrist, and a pink diamond ring set in a gold band. She also carries a pink designer handbag for her belongings.

Personality: Stella is proud, confident, strong-willed, and very aware of her own value. Raised among Rossaden’s elite, she has expensive tastes, high standards, and very little hesitation about saying exactly what she thinks. Unfortunately, what she thinks is not always polite. She can come across as arrogant, condescending, and spoiled, often overestimating herself while underestimating others. If something fails to meet her standards, she is rarely quiet about it.

She usually presents herself as serious, proper, and refined, with no tolerance for what she considers low-class behavior. To some extent, this is an act. Stella does know how to have fun when the circumstances are right, though she prefers her fun clean, stylish, and preferably not involving mud. She despises dirt, ugliness, creepy-crawly Bug-types, camping, hard labor, sports, and anything else that threatens to ruin her image. If forced into such situations, she will complain loudly and with impressive vocabulary.

Looks and presentation matter greatly to Stella. She values beauty and cuteness in clothes, people, surroundings, and Pokémon. Those who do not meet her expectations may be avoided, criticized, subjected to unwanted makeover advice, or treated rather cruelly depending on her mood. However, Stella does have a kinder side, even if it is buried beneath several layers of pride, polish, and pink diamonds. When she likes someone, especially someone younger or someone she finds genuinely cute, she can be friendly, generous, protective, and almost sisterly.

Despite her spoiled upbringing, Stella is not stupid. She is academically capable, business-minded, and more strategic than many people expect. Her father taught her how to think like a businessperson, and she has a good eye for opportunity, presentation, and long-term value. She also enjoys Pokémon battles and takes pride in proving that cute, beautiful, and elegant Pokémon can still be strong.

Backstory: Stella Gold was born in Rossaden, one of Eidda’s wealthiest cities and a place known for its elite families, artistic culture, and prestigious academy. She is the only child of Carlyle Gold, the CEO of Orion Industries, and her mother is also an executive within the company. With both parents constantly busy, Stella spent much of her childhood surrounded by tutors, caretakers, hired help, expensive gifts, and formal events rather than ordinary family time.

Feeling guilty for their absences, her parents spoiled her shamelessly. If Stella wanted a toy, she got a private shopping trip. If she wanted the latest piece of technology, she received a custom model before most people could buy one. If she wanted beautiful clothes, jewelry, or accessories, there was rarely a reason to say no. When she decided she wanted a pony, her parents did not simply buy her riding lessons or a toy. They arranged for her to receive Fantasia, a beautiful Galarian Ponyta, along with private riding instruction and caretakers to help look after her. Fantasia quickly became one of Stella’s most treasured companions, not merely because she was rare and beautiful, but because she was one of the few constants in a childhood where her parents were often absent. Predictably, this gave Stella both expensive tastes and a superiority complex. She grew used to getting what she wanted and being treated as someone important.

For much of her early life, Stella was homeschooled by private tutors selected by her parents. She was taught etiquette, academics, business fundamentals, and the skills expected of a young lady from a powerful family. At thirteen, she was enrolled in Rossaden’s elite academy, where she performed extremely well academically. Unfortunately, her condescending attitude made it difficult for her to form genuine friendships. Many students either avoided her or stayed close only because of her money and status. Stella acts as though this does not bother her, but deep down, it does.

Now that she has completed her schooling, Stella intends to eventually attend university and pursue her own career. She wants to become a fashion designer and an influential figure in the fashion industry, preferably without being dismissed as merely Carlyle Gold’s spoiled daughter. Before that, however, she wants to travel Eidda, gather inspiration, capture cute and beautiful Pokémon, and prove herself as a capable trainer.

Professor Camphor’s job posting caught Stella’s attention because of the strange influx of foreign Pokémon in Eidda. To Stella, foreign Pokémon mean rare patterns, unusual colors, new design inspiration, valuable connections, and the opportunity to build a reputation of her own. Her parents agreed to let her take the job, but only under the condition that she follow the program’s rules and begin with the same official stipend as every other trainer.

Stella considers this deeply unfair.

Still, she accepted. With her starter Fantasia at her side, Stella has set out to assist Professor Camphor, document foreign Pokémon, and prove that she can succeed without relying entirely on her family’s wealth. She fully intends to remain beautiful, clean, and properly dressed while doing so.

Whether Eidda intends to cooperate is another matter.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Stella knows how to sew, stitch, knit, and crochet, and she often designs or alters her own clothing. She has an excellent eye for fabric, color, silhouettes, and accessories, and she keeps sketches of outfits and Pokémon-inspired designs. Her long-term dream is to become a fashion designer with her own successful brand.

She is also fond of video games and owns an extensive collection at home. She dislikes sports games and overly violent shooters, but she enjoys cute games, fantasy games, fashion games, and even some fighting games. She travels with a portable game system, though she insists this is perfectly normal and not at all childish.

Stella is very strategic in battle and enjoys proving that beautiful Pokémon should not be underestimated. She is especially interested in battling with Pokémon that are cute, graceful, elegant, or visually impressive.

These days, Stella is far too tall to comfortably ride Fantasia, something she is annoyed about, but she still dotes on Fantasia as much as ever. Stella looks forward to the day Fantasia evolves into a Galarian Rapidash, not only because of her beauty and strength, but because it would allow the two of them to ride together again.

Favorite Kind of Pokémon: Stella prefers Pokémon that are cute, beautiful, elegant, graceful, fashionable, or otherwise aesthetically pleasing.

She dislikes ugly, dirty, brutish, or creepy Pokémon, especially Bug-types like Pinsir, Ariados, and Scolipede. However, she does make exceptions for pretty or cute Bug-types such as Vivillon or Ribombee.

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Inventory

Pokédollars: 1000p

Items:

• 1x Potion
• Sewing Kit
• Nintendo Switch 2 and a selection of games
• Sketchbook and pencils

Fantasia

Species: Galarian Ponyta
Type: Psychic
Gender: Female
Appearance: Fantasia is an exceptionally well-groomed Galarian Ponyta with a soft, lustrous coat and a pastel mane and tail that Stella brushes with obsessive care. Her mane has a naturally silky texture, and Stella often decorates it with tasteful ribbons, bows, or small accessories when appropriate. Fantasia is kept as clean and elegant as possible, though travel has already begun to test Stella’s patience on that front.

Level: 5
Moves: Tackle, Growl, Tail Whip, Morning Sun (Egg Move)
Ability: Pastel Veil
Held Item: None

Personality | Nature: Gentle

Fantasia is sweet, affectionate, and sensitive to the emotions of others. She is much softer than Stella, often responding to tension with concern rather than pride. While Stella can be sharp-tongued and demanding, Fantasia is patient, soothing, and quietly supportive. She often acts as a calming presence when Stella becomes upset, dramatic, or offended by the horrors of ordinary travel.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Fantasia enjoys grooming, praise, soft brushes, clean blankets, floral scents, and having her mane decorated. She is not vain in the same way Stella is, but she does enjoy being fussed over and admired. Though gentle, Fantasia is not helpless. She can be surprisingly brave when Stella is threatened or distressed.

Stella adores Fantasia and considers her the ideal partner: beautiful, rare, elegant, and full of potential. She hopes to one day see Fantasia evolve into a magnificent Galarian Rapidash, proving to everyone that beauty and strength belong together.

Fantasia was originally gifted to Stella by her parents when Stella was younger and decided she wanted a pony. In typical Gold family fashion, this did not mean a toy or a riding school membership, but an actual Galarian Ponyta. Because of this, Fantasia has been with Stella for years and knows her better than most people do.

Olympus Rising

Tyler Hartley

Successor of Aphrodite | Loc: Tyler’s Room, Los Angeles, California USA | Tags: Open

Tyler Hartley had spent the last ten minutes staring at the mirror on his bed. It was pink and gold, very beautiful, and definitely not something he had owned before the incident happened. That was the problem. Well. One of the problems.

The other problems included the Sirens at the brand launch, the people who had walked toward them like they wanted to die, the voice of Aphrodite in his head, and the very casual announcement that the Titans were apparently trying to escape Tartarus.

Tyler sat on the edge of his bed in yesterday’s outfit, his blond hair a mess and his phone buzzing nonstop beside him. Missed calls. Texts. Notifications. People asking if he was okay. People asking what had happened. People tagging him in shaky videos from the event. He had not opened any of them. Instead, he stared at the mirror.

“Okay,” he said slowly, pointing at it. “So either I’m having the worst stress response anyone has ever had, or Greek mythology is real.”

The mirror, unhelpfully, reflected him back.

Tyler frowned. “Right. Great. Love that for me.”

Aphrodite’s words replayed in his head. “Find the others. Trust your intuition.”

Tyler scoffed. “Yeah, that’s really helpful… No offense,” he muttered, though he was not sure whether gods could hear offense from several miles away, “but that is terrible advice.”

For a few seconds, nothing happened. No voice from the heavens. No dramatic gust of wind. No goddess appearing in his bedroom to clarify the instructions. Which, honestly, would have been rude but at least useful.

Tyler waited anyway. The mirror remained a mirror. “Fantastic,” he said. “Love a vague queen.”

He leaned back on his hands and stared up at the ceiling. His room looked the same as it always did. Clothes he had meant to put away. Skincare lined up on his dresser. A pair of shoes near the closet. A half-empty water bottle on the nightstand. Completely normal, except for the magical hand mirror sitting on his bed and the fact that his entire understanding of reality had apparently been fake.

His phone buzzed again. Tyler glanced at it, saw another notification, and immediately looked away. He could not deal with people right now. Which was a strange thing for him to think, considering people were sort of his whole thing.

Then he felt it. Not a voice. Not a vision. Just a weird feeling. Tyler sat up slowly. It was faint at first, barely more than a thought that did not feel like his own. A vague sense of direction. Something was tugging at him.

He stared at the mirror. “No.”

The feeling did not go away.

“No,” he repeated, louder this time. “Absolutely not. I am not following mysterious magical vibes. That is how people die in horror movies, and I have excellent survival instincts when I’m not being attacked by evil mermaids.” Sirens. They had been Sirens. He hated that he knew that now.

Tyler pressed a hand to his forehead. “Oh my god.” Then he paused. “Sorry. Gods. Whatever.” He picked up the mirror carefully, like it might bite him. “I said no,” he told it.

The pull remained.

Tyler closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose. He had auditions he was supposed to follow up on. Messages to answer. Probably at least one brand contact wondering if he was alive in a way that was less about concern and more about whether the sponsored post was still going up. He had a life. A messy, stressful, deeply curated life, but it was his.

And yet. Somewhere out there, there were others. Other Successors. Other people who had apparently been dragged into this nightmare with equally terrible explanations.

Tyler opened his eyes. “Oh, I hate this. Ugh, fine!” He stood, grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, then stopped and looked down at himself. Yesterday’s outfit was wrinkled, his hair was a disaster, and he looked like the before picture.

He turned toward the mirror on instinct. Then caught himself. “No,” he said sharply. “We are not fixing our hair before answering the call of destiny.”

He looked at his reflection. Who was he kidding? Of course he was. “Okay. Maybe just a little.”

Olympus Rising

Oceanus - Jasmine | Hydrokinesis | Oar

It’s Moana!

Pokémon: Battles of the ascendant League

@StarfrostedFox

Liam had not planned on stopping in the flower fields.

Well. That wasn’t entirely true.

He had planned on making good time on the road to Jubilife, but the moment Floroma’s flower fields came into view, any serious intention of walking past went out the window. A place like this practically demanded appreciation, and Liam Anwell had never once in his life denied anything pretty the attention it deserved.

So here he was.

He carefully avoided muddy patches to prevent his pink shoes from getting dirty. His messenger bag slung over one shoulder, Liam made his way along the path with the sort of confidence that suggested he had never considered the possibility of being out of place anywhere. His invitation, still tucked inside its glossy purple envelope, rested inside his bag beside a compact mirror, a sketchbook, and enough emergency fashion supplies to survive a crisis.

At his side shuffled Boo. The Mimikyu shuffled along through the flowers, his Pikachu disguise bobbing with each step, Every so often he lagged behind just enough to stare curiously at a flower before hurrying to catch up, sticking close to Liam’s heels as if the entire field might swallow him if he got too far away from his trainer.

Liam glanced down at him and smiled. “Don’t look at me like that, darling. You’re the one who wanted to come.”

Boo tilted his head up at him.

“Yes, well, if you see anything prettier than me in this field, do let me know. I love competition!”

Boo’s head slowly turned toward a particularly vibrant patch of pink blossoms.

Liam gasped softly. “You are unbelievable.”

A screech and a violent rustling of petals broke the peaceful atmosphere before Boo could be scolded further.

Liam blinked.

Then blinked again as a Zoroark tackled a Talonflame out of the air in an explosion of blossoms.

Boo startled hard enough to bump against Liam’s leg.

“…Well,” Liam said. “That is one way to make an entrance.”

His violet eyes followed the tumbling Pokémon to the trainer nearby, an auburn haired young woman, surrounded by a small collection of Pokémon with varying levels of concern about the ongoing chaos.

Liam smiled. He lifted a hand in a friendly wave as he approached, Boo sticking close at his side for the first few steps before peeking around behind one of Liam’s legs at the unfamiliar trainer and Pokémon.

“Please tell me,” Liam called, voice warm and bright, “that this level of drama is normal around here, because if so, I may never leave.” He slowed a polite distance away, smiling as though introducing himself in the middle of a flower field full of commotion was the most natural thing in the world. “William Anwell,” he said cheerfully, “though Liam is much cuter, so everyone calls me that.” He gestured lightly downward with one hand. “And this,” he added, glancing fondly at the Mimikyu half-hiding behind him, “is Boo. He’s shy until he decides he likes you, then he forgets what personal space is.”

Boo gave a tiny wiggle beneath his disguise, then ducked a little farther behind Liam’s leg again.

“And unless my timing is truly terrible,” he continued, eyes flicking toward the familiar envelope in the young woman’s hands, “I’m guessing you got one of those fancy invitations too?”

Pokémon: Battles of the ascendant League

I’m working on it.

Golden Age

Low key, I want to do a version of Golden Age Wonder Woman, just so I can say Suffering Sappho.