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i know this isnt the hottest take in the world but man do i hate anime and games and stuff that are chock full of fun interesting women with cool visual designs and excellent voice acting, but they all orbit a boring male protagonist who exists on a scale from annoying horndog to insufferable douchebag

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you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

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there's people out there that smoke weed with their parents

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Genuinely curious how many people here recognize that this is a Pokémon Horizons tie in.

A trailer has been released for the Shiny Rayquaza Raids! (I'm predicting we'll have similar Legendary event Raids to tide us over until we get ZA news on Pokemon Day.)

Edit: Some artwork too!

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You know, I kind of have to respect Kamen Rider Kabuto for randomly dropping Kagami learning that Tsurugi is a Worm in the middle of their goofy comic relief arc. Odd choice, and weird tonal whiplash, but you can’t say it isn’t interesting.

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New act of Arcane on balance very good, though it got a bit messy (and characters clearly getting dragged by the necessities of plot) in episode 6.

Still just an incredibly gorgeous show though.

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You show up for your first day at Copyright-Free Magic School. As you're going through orientation, you're informed that all new students get a school-assigned familiar that they are responsible for housing and maintaining. The staff member assures you that your assigned familiar is appropriately chosen and reflects you in some way.

Spin this to find out yours. (Remember, you are responsible for maintaining this familiar in your dorm room.)

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USERNAME LORE GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU ALL

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Other people have mentioned the basics, but I'd just like to point a few things out.

One: Both sites have a strong community for interactive storytelling where the commenters in the thread debate and vote for options laid out by the main author; just a neat sort of fic that you don't generally see on the big sites.

Two: There's another sister forum called QuestionableQuesting. It has basically zero content rules and is mostly used for porn. There's also another offshoot that was made by Nazis after they all got driven out of Spacebattles proper, but we don't talk about that one.

Someone mentioned Spacebattles and SufficientVelocity. Can someone who knows explain those sites? I've taken a look and they look like old school forum based websites. I'm interested in posting my fic there too 👀

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That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

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whoever came up with "lollipop hulkbuster armor" deserves more money than gates, bezos, and musk combined

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Going a bit further afield, the guy who played Kamen Rider Super-1 back in the eighties has been missing since 2017 because he scammed a *lot* of money out of fans and is now a fugitive.

I'd love to know what it is about the Power Rangers franchise that nobody involved ever has normal scandals. I just looked up the guy who played the Red Ranger in 1993 to see what he's been up to lately, and apparently the answer to that is "pleading guilty to masterminding a conspiracy to help small businesses commit paycheque assistance fraud and trying to sell t-shirts with Adolf Hitler quotes on them" – and that's just in the last eight months.

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A question out of curiosity...

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Scarlet Embers

My dearest Monica— Monica stared at the letter in her hands with wide, uncomprehending eyes and told herself that she would not cry. —I'm overjoyed to hear news of your safe return, but I'm afraid that I must deliver to you terrible news— She hadn't wept in years, not since her time chained up in that horrible cell knowing that her death was rapidly approaching. —I'm afraid that your father was caught in the middle of a skirmish between bandits and students from Garreg Mach two months ago—

She hadn't shed any tears when she felt the Ashen Demon's sword pierce her heart or when Shez knelt over her, a look of distraught horror on her face. —it seems that he had gotten caught up in a bit of bad business while he was trying to find where you had been taken— She'd kept a straight face through everything that had happened since—her friends looking at her with expressions of barely concealed loathing, having to endure the monsters that kidnapped and tormented her for months looking at her like she was one of them… Even knowing that Lady Edelgard despised her. —we should have told you sooner, and I deeply regret that you have to learn about it this way— This shouldn't even hurt very much, it's not like she was close to her father or anything. It had been months—oh, Goddess, she hadn't seen her father in months—since she last talked to him and she was perfectly okay with that. But knowing— —your father was killed in the fighting.

She would never see him again. She felt her eyes starting to sting and she did her best to hold it in. She would not cry here—she would not. She kept telling herself this, even as she felt her shoulders shake with the effort of holding it in, even as she felt the tremble in her throat as a sob desperately fought to escape it. She kept telling herself this even as the first tear fell. A deep, wracking sob escaped Monica's throat as she started to cry for the first time in years. Everything that she'd dealt with for the past two weeks—from her untimely death, to seeing the expression of pure hatred in Lady Edelgard's eyes, to how she humiliated herself in the Battle of the Eagle and Lion, to when that downcast messenger told her to read this letter in private—all of it came down on her at once. And once she started, she couldn't stop. This wasn't the kind of reserved graceful crying that Monica read about in stories or saw in operas, this was raw, ugly sobs. Snot ran down her face and Monica was sure she was ruining her uniform by wiping it away, but she truly didn't care anymore, not about anything other than howling her grief out, for both her father and the world she knew before. She heard the door to the changing room she'd sequestered herself in creak open and Monica did her best to quiet her sobs—she failed, obviously—and pulled her legs up onto the bench, hoping against hope that whoever it was would just ignore her. She didn't need to be reminded of how much her friends hated her right now. Someone knocked on the thin wooden door separating the stall from the rest of the changing room and a sweet, melodic voice came through, "Hello? Are you alright?"

It was Dorothea. Monica felt like the Goddess herself must have been mocking her at this point. She desperately wanted to do something, anything to make her leave—anything that meant she wouldn't have to see her closest friend's hateful gaze now of all times—but she couldn't stop herself. More violent sobs wracked her body as her traitorous mind recalled seeing her on stage, fighting alongside her, that last night in Enbarr Monica shared with all the Black Eagles before the end. The door slid open and Monica turned away, covering her head with her arms as if she could somehow hide from Dorothea even as she stood right in front of her. Another sob escaped her throat and she curled inward, wishing she could just disappear entirely. "Oh," Dorothea said and Monica was certain she could hear the disappointment. Dorothea had thought there was someone who deserved to be comforted, but instead, it was just her. A long pause stretched as Monica continued to cry—her embarrassing collapse showing no signs of stopping anytime soon—and Monica hoped for a moment that Dorothea had simply left, decided that she wasn't worth her attention. Instead, she heard the wood of the bench she was on creak as a second person settled on it. She felt a warm, comforting hand on the back of her head, stroking her short hair, still done up in the stupid braids that she had thought were cute four years ago. Monica heard Dorothea's voice, hesitant and unsure but caring nonetheless. "Um… Monica," Monica felt her breaking all over again at the reminder that she was no longer Monie in Dorothea's eyes, "I know we've had our differences these past two weeks, but are you…? Well, obviously you're not alright."

"N-no," Monica choked out, curling in on herself more. She continued between sobs, "E-everyone h-hates me for things I don't r-remember, Lady Edelgard despises me, and… and… I think I'm losing my mind!" She kept leaving places, certain that she was going somewhere else, only to wind up right back where she started, or finishing her chores only to find that her work hadn't even started yet. And then there was what happened at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. She was certain that she'd attacked the Ashen Demon in a terrified panic, that she'd run for her life a mere moment later. And then she wound up right back in that clearing, the Ashen Demon's cold eyes drilling into her soul. "Oh, Edie doesn't hate you," Dorothea said. She apparently respected Monica just enough not to pretend that everyone else didn't or that she wasn't a step away from being locked up for everyone else's safety. "N-no she does. More th-than anyone else. A-and she's right to," Monica forced out again, not even sure why she was bothering to say anything. Kronya had already burned every bridge in sight before Monica arrived. Maybe having Dorothea at her side just made her feel safe again, even though she was anything but. Monica waited for Dorothea to leave, but it never happened. Dorothea waited next to her, running her fingers through her hair until the sobs finally, mercifully died down. She even continued to sit next to her as Monica kept trying to wipe the tears from her eyes. By the time that Monica was collected enough to focus on much of anything, Dorothea was still by her side, managing to give her a look of concern. As the last of her sobs finally died away, Monica tried to work up her courage to ask a question that had been lurking in the back of her mind since she arrived here. She didn't want to ask and ruin this moment, the first moment she'd had since she arrived here where things felt like how they were supposed to be. But it was going to end anyway, so it might as well end on her own terms. "What did I do to make you hate me?"

Dorothea narrowed her eyes and Monica flinched under her hard gaze. "I think you know." Monica muttered miserably, "I know it must have been something truly awful. You're too kind to hate me for anything less." Dorothea's expression turned confused and she hesitated for a moment before offering, "you called me a, and I quote, filthy commoner whore who should go back to selling herself on the streets of Enbarr so the people who deserve to be here don't have to deal with your stench. And this was after you stole my books and told me that you did so because you didn't think I could read." Monica flinched and let out a sad, croak of a laugh. "Yeah. That sounds just about like what it would take." Part of Monica entertained the idea that Kronya knew this was coming and had alienated everyone just to make her life more difficult. More likely, it was just that Kronya was a vile excuse for a human being who liked making other people upset. "Do you… do you really not remember any of this?" Dorothea asked, a mix of confusion and genuine concern in her voice. Monica shook her head without saying a word. She had no idea what had happened in the time that Kronya had been impersonating her, she had only the vaguest idea of what happened before then. It certainly wasn't what she remembered. It all seemed so much worse. "Maybe I should take you to Professor Byleth and-" Monica suddenly sprung up, eyes wide with terror even as a few stray tears continued to fall. "No! Not her! Anybody but her!" Monica's chest still ached with the memory of the Ashen Demon's sword running through her heart every time she walked past her, every time she was forced to sit through her lectures in class. She couldn't let her know anything about any of this. Despite it all, Monica still didn't want to die. Dorothea stared at her with wide-eyed shock of her own and placated her, "Okay, okay! Then maybe you want to see Manuella? If you're forgetting things and… having personality changes, you probably want to see her anyway." "Manuella," Monica muttered under her breath. Manuella had also been part of the Imperial army and Monica had enjoyed the old songstress' company, even if she still maintained that Dorothea was the superior performer. Kronya had probably seen fit to make Manuella despise her too, but that mattered less than it did with the others. If someone needed help, Manuella would care for them. She was safe. "That sounds nice." "Alright then," Dorothea said, helping Monica up to her feet. "Let's get you fixed up." Monica followed more in a daze than anything else. She knew it wouldn't last, this strange, twisted world seemed determined to make her miserable at every corner, but it was nice to be so close to Dorothea again.