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Pokemon: Ascendancy

Well, guess it's time for the ol' character concepting phase to begin anew

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Next Order was great if you wanted to play Digimon World 1 but on a modern console.

But fucking no one wants that.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

I'm picking it up soon, been on my radar since it was announced years ago.

Galar Gym Leader Roleplay!

So does the gym challenge in the RP follow the same gym types as the game? So like Grass > Water > Fire and so on or will it he like "Oh the Ballonlea gym is the bug gym this season"?

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

HYENAS is certainly a game. I'm in the alpha and I can't imagine it having a shelf life even if it's a free game on release. It's like a battle royale game but mixed with Payday and it's 5 teams of 3 people in maps designed for sneaking around in vents. It would be a lot more enjoyable if there were respawns (there are, if you have someone on your team find a respawn vendor) instead of just feeling like you wait 5-7 minutes to die in 2.

Galar Gym Leader Roleplay!

I'd like to express interest, having been on a bit of a Pokemon kick lately.

I dunno if I wanna go for poison, which is my second favorite type, or the underrated bug type.

「 Persona: Reflections 」

_{April 25, 2025}

It all came back to that stupid corpse she touched.

When Hoshiko returned home after the stint with the police, her aunt was waiting for her like the villain in a movie waiting for the hero to arrive after surviving the gauntlet of henchmen. Hoshiko knew she was in for it as soon as she didn't get any response after chirping that she was home, and then she knew it was worse than she even could anticipate when her aunt didn't say anything at all and just stared at Hoshiko. Stared, glared, furrowed her brow, fingers pinching her own elbow like she was trying to pierce flesh. It didn't take any longer than a few seconds before Hoshiko was on her hands and knees admitting to what she did and begging for forgiveness. She might have even cried, but it all happened so fast she couldn't be sure. Even if she had, she wouldn't admit it. To others, anyway.

Her aunt wasn't completely heartless, though. After a very thorough parental style lecture about responsibility, consequence, and expectations, she hugged Hoshiko and said that going through that was punishment enough - and that next time she saw something like that to tell the right people. Hoshiko asked if her aunt was going to tell her parents and it got a laugh so boisterous that it served as an answer in itself; what would her parents do? Drop everything in their lavish Tokyo lifestyle to worry about their not famous daughter? Hardly. Hoshiko went to sleep that night with her homework unfinished and gripping her pillow a little tighter than normal. In her defense, it had been a hell of a long day.

The next day at school was a bit of a blur. She was there, but she was hardly present. Some of her classmates could tell she was out of it if only because she wasn't being loud and disruptive and confidently incorrect whenever the teacher asked her a question or to read from a passage. Their concern to her wellbeing was noted but she could only tell them that she was fine with an awkward extra boisterous and totally suspicious laugh that only made them understand she was clearly hiding something but they were polite enough to not push it and take her at her word. But how could she tell them that she did something so stupid in front of like a bunch of senpai who totally thought she was uncool now. How was she supposed to make friends if they all just thought she was the stupid corpse toucher? Maybe she could transfer schools. Maybe to a place where they let her play on the baseball team instead of just telling them to be equipment or team managers.

After classes that day, Hoshiko kept her head down - literally - and did the second most embarrassing thing she'd done in as many days: collide with a student who was carrying documents that now scattered on the ground. "OH GOSH, I'M SORRY, I WASN'T LOOKING, IT'S ALL MY FAULT I'LL HELP YOU" Hoshiko was frantically crawling on the ground grabbing papers and missing the fact that the person she ran into seemed...bemused by it.

She wasn't laughing, but she wasn't upset. She just...looked at Hoshiko with a very faint smirk. "It happens to everyone. Don't worry about it." The girl said in a gentle, reaffirming voice. It was soothing, the voice, with a hint of casual, confident authority that comes only with someone who is used to being responsible. And as Hoshiko handed over papers, she understood why.

"Waaaa, President Fusae. Is this the third year hallway?"

"Yes. Are you lost? A new student? No, I've definitely heard of you." Fusae, the student council President replied and offered a hand to take the papers back from Hoshiko. Her comment seemed only to make Hoshiko more nervous, which continued the amused little smirk on Fusae's face. Were all first years this...spirited?

"You...heard of me? Uh...what...what have you heard? I mean...it's not true. I didn't tou-"

"Don't worry, I don't listen to rumors. Even if they're about a certain blonde first year loudly - and rudely I hear - asking if the cooking club cooked...burgers, was it?"

Hoshiko both sighed and reddened her face in embarrassment. Had she almost admitted to a corpse thing to the student council president? Who does that? Fortunately her own reputation as a burger enthusiast loudmouth was already making waves to even third years like Fusae. Hoshiko wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing but it was skewing a little towards bad. There was only one chance to make a first impression and hers...hers had been made for her already. But she wasn't going to apologize for being who she was. She didn't do anything wrong.

"Right. The cooking club."

"You know, you should always walk with your chin up. It helps you see where you're going. Keeps you on the right path. Do you need directions?"

"No! No. I was...I'm just...I don't know. I...I don't know."

"You mentioned that. School can be overwhelming, I get it. A girl like you shouldn't be moping in the halls. Surely you've got clubs or friends to be with, right?"

"I don't know. They won't let me in the baseball club because I'm a girl and I can't join academic minded clubs because I'm...because they don't interest me."

"Tell you what. I'll talk to the baseball club, put in a good word for you, if you do me a favor."

"You mean it? Of course, what favor? Anything!"

"Not now. Just in the future. Don't worry, it'll probably be something silly like helping me deliver papers to the teacher's office. Just...consider this an "I owe you" kind of thing. Okay? Now stay out of trouble, okay?"

Hoshiko furiously nodded as Fusae departed, bringing both her fists to her chest and pumping them. "Waaaaa, she's so cool! That's what a senpai is like! So, so cool!" Whatever mood or funk she had been in seemed to vanish like a raincloud on a sunny day. And with that, Hoshiko rushed down the steps to waste her time at the batting cages. If Fusae was going to work her magic then Hoshiko wanted to be in top shape for future club activities.

And once more she went to bed without her homework getting done.

_{April 26, 2025}

"Can't I just have one more day to do it? I...I don't have an excuse I just forgot. But I meant to do it! Honest!" Hoshiko pleaded her case to her homeroom teacher as to why her homework wasn't done and why an extension was needed. It...it wasn't going well but at least the teacher wasn't yelling this time. That had meant one of two things. Either they knew Hoshiko was being honest and they were sympathetic or else they were tired of trying to reason with her. It was likely the latter.

Regardless, Hoshiko was given one more day to finish the assignment but if she didn't turn it in tomorrow she would have no more extensions for anything for the rest of the school term. That was more than fair from Hoshiko's point of view and she left the teacher's office with a heavy sigh and no real intention of going to complete the homework straight away.

"Well...now what?" Hoshiko thrust her hands into her pockets and racked her brain trying to find something, anything, that would keep her from doing the responsible thing and doing her homework. Unless something fell into her lap or ran into her, she had nothing and, reluctantly, began the long walk to the school library.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Nike, goddess of victory

w i n g s o f v i c t o r y
_{Ν ί κ η 
Ν ί κ η}

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	Brie Larson | #D8C205 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Nike | Winged Victory ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Victory ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Greek ✓

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𓏢 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{i dont need swagger, i'm just arrogant}}

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I N S P I R A T I O N
I N S P I R A T I O N

_{/ˌinspəˈrāSH(ə)n/}

^{Every winner of an award be it athletics, music, entertainment, competition, whatever it may be always tends to thank a similar circle of people. Parents. Friends. God. In the days long gone the 'God' in question was Nike and for very good reason. Nike, once upon a time, could inspire the greatest among us, mortal or god, to do feats thought impossible by mortal standards or impressive even for gods. She also used to be able to soar across the heavens on gilded wings at speeds that would make even Hermes jealous and use those wings as a shield against all manner of physical harm but alas, those wings have been long since clipped. Those who prayed to Nike - or those who fought alongside her in manners of conflict - would find themselves able to push a little more, hit a little harder, run a little faster, and in damn near every instance be able to claim victory thanks to her influence. Like a second wind or a burst of adrenaline, Nike was once able to guide even the lowliest of mortals to that feeling of great, great victory. Now, in ages gone, Nike can't claim to bring about absolute victory in others, though she can still encourage and inspire better than damn near anyone. Those who she inspires, even now, find themselves able to push themselves with a little bit more effort and stamina. Sometimes it's just enough to eke out a victory, other times it's just enough to not be utterly defeated. Nike can be incredibly motivating, to mortal and fellow gods alike. Everyone needs a cheerleader, right?}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𓆩✧𓆪 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{my adrenaline rushing through my veins next stop is victory it's rushing like a train}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Angela Kazan ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 31 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ pansexual, female, she/her ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Newly Promoted rookie detective to the Seattle PD Organized Crime Division, specifically requested to work with Sophia Pallas Coaches a youth soccer team; they're currently the defending champions Runs the Boston and Seattle Marathons every year

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 𓆩✧𓆪 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{burn like a chariot learn how to carry it}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ Behind every succesful man is a woman who let the man take credit for everything. Such as it was with Nike and Zeus. Sure, everyone knew the deeds of Zeus and worshipped him because of it, but how many know how often Zeus came close to losing everything were it not for the golden winged angel at his side, inspiring him to take up arms, to fight to the last, to protect what needed to be protected. Nike, born to Styx and Pallas, along with her three siblings were quick to swear allegiance with Zeus and the Olympians but it was truly Nike who earned her place among them. When the mighty Typhon lay siege to Olympus in the days of the Titan War, Zeus was left by himself to deal with the serpent headed giant and all seemed lost. In a flash of inspiration, Nike placed her hand on his shoulder and proved her loyalty. While the others had fled in fear of Typhon, Nike stayed with Zeus, covered his front with her wings to block the mighty blows of Typhon and encouraged Zeus to fight. To win. And win he did, defeating the beast and winning the day. Nike sought no glory nor fame for the thrill of victory was enough. Nevertheless Zeus carried her as one did a princess to the peak of Olympus where the Olympians sat and lived and though Nike did not get a seat amongst them, she was allowed to be by Zeus' side, to sit near the mightiest of the Greeks for her loyalty and commitment. It wasn't just Zeus that Nike inspired. For every war that Ares and men fought, Nike was there to inspire victory. She was a dutiful attendant to Athena in times past, aiding her as she did Zeus, as she did Ares, as she did any who desired victory and invoked her name - for she could only grant victory to those who asked for her by name. When she was not aiding her fellow gods, Nike was an avid enthusiast of chariot races and competitions in general, enjoying the sport of mortals and even desiring to participate in however she could. Her love of chariots was such that she often ferried Zeus to battle by driving his chariot across the heavens. Nike was not strictly there to grant victory in matters of war. She also concerned herself with personal victories, matters of art and music and competition in general. She reveled in the spirit of competition, friendly or otherwise, and always sided with the victors - she never switched sides when chosen, her side always seemed to win when it mattered most. Nike never wished for glory or recognition like many of her peers. She merely wished to inspire them to their full potential. And to feel the excitement that comes only with triumph. She may have been forgotten by history and perhaps even by her gods, but Nike never forgot what she did for them all. And she did it all without any need of thanks. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Nike took the fall hard. It had been the first time she had truly experienced loss and it was an experience that hurt her more than anything - hurt her even more than the pain she felt as her great, glorious golden wings were ripped out of her back like her limbs being severed. Even now she sometimes feels a phantom pain for the wings that no longer exist. She, like many, was aimless at first, but given that she wasn't as important a deity in the grand pantheon, she was able to get through the various stages at a relatively decent pace. It helped that despite her losing her place, the spirit of competition never left the mortals. She found herself taken by the games they played. The sports. The board games. The fighting competitions. She especially liked the Olympics, as she always did, but there was something about seeing it in person that was unmatched. Nike found herself playing the games when she could. She found that running on her feet was almost as exhilarating as flying with her wings. It wasn't as fast, no, but it had its own thrills and hazards. She began running regularly, sometimes for fun, others to challenge herself to go a little further or to beat her time. She ran just because she could. She ran because it helped her feel alive. She ran in the Olympics more than once over the many, many years, always under a different name. She still has her medals somewhere. Though Nike found ways to deal with the new lot in life, she knew one who didn't adapt so well. Zeus, her closest ally, had a rough few centuries. Nike, fearing for him, always found a way to run to his aid, checking in on him regularly to make sure that he was still alive. She tried to get him off the alcohol, she even was there multiple times to make sure he didn't choke on his own sick, but no matter what she did, the only thing she ever truly managed to do was be there for him. Even if he didn't respond to her when she visited, it was important that she came. It was important that she showed him that in spite of everything they had gone through, she was still there. That they were still alive. She was able to breathe a lot easier once Zeus got out of his funk and became enamored with mortal pleasures once again. By this point Nike had assumed a mortal identity as a physical therapist, but that job didn't last. When Zeus became an actor in physically demanding roles, Nike acted as his personal trainer, keeping him in fighting shape though he didn't truly need much of her guidance. Still, it reminded her of the old days, though of course the danger was all manufactured now and everything was added in this process called 'post' that Nike didn't quite understand. But it wasn't her area of expertise. Seeing how poorly mortals treat their educators, Nike, under the name of Angela Kazan, decided against becoming a gym teacher and instead decided to aid her fellows in the police department. Nike needed to be needed, needed to help the ones who gave her purpose so long ago. After topping the precinct physical records - especially when it came to running - Angela Kazan was promoted to the organized crime division. She's a rookie, all things told, but she feels a sense of purpose in helping Athena - and others of course - maintain a sense of order. And for the first time in her life she's being thanked for her contributions to solving cases and for helping people. It's an unfamiliar feeling but...she likes it. And despite what it seems, the woman named 'Victoria Delphi' who has done more than one scene with Zeus' OnlyFans content and has a very similar face and hair color and body type as Angela Kazan is most certainly not Angela Kazan. Definitely not. Not at all. She's never heard of OnlyFans nor Clark Rogers. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ To be helpful and needed without being seen as a doormat. She also wants to keep her youth team winning, there's something to be said about helping and inspiring the next generation to be the best versions of themselves. In athletics, anyway. After centuries of being forgotten, Nike would finally like to be remembered and seen as her own person, no longer bound to the shadow of her superiors. The problem, though, is that she still seems to follow them around like a loyal puppy. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Her greatest fear is that her own insecurities will constantly hold her back. Part of her remains regretful that she never pushed for more recognition in great battles of eons past and even now she wonders if she will ever be able to rise above the shadows she willingly puts herself behind. She has confidence on the pitch, on the field, in contests and all, but then why does she have such a trouble with forging her own path? And then she also fears that people will judge her for her Victoria Delphi side and take away her coaching position because of it.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Well it had a remaster to the Switch yeah

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

<Snipped quote by SleepingSilence>

My only experience is Xenoblade Chronicles 2, and while I loved the story..Eh the..Icchi 'humor' was unpleasant imo, I love a good dirty joke but I was a bit thrown off by the strange way it was handled. The pacing was meh but I enjoyed the combat and the 'catch ur waif-I mean blade' factor

@Dark Cloud

The first one doesn't have the ecchi stuff or the gacha style party members.