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digi-lov · 9 months

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Digimon & Tamagotchi

Bandai V-Pet Crossovers Part 1 (Part 2)

In 1996 Bandai and WiZ inc. released the original Tamagotchi. To their surprise, the toy proved to be popular among boys as well, despite it being mostly marketed for girls. And in 1997, as a more targeted approach to this demographic, Digital Monsters was born!

A huge virtual pet boom followed and not only did Bandai and Wiz release new versions of Tamagotchi and Digital Monsters, and try multiple v-pets with a variety of styles within the next couple of years, but other companies also tried to bandwagon on the success of these virtual pets!

(Such as Nintendo in 1998 with the Pocket Pikachu-)

While the Tamagotchi was shaped like an egg (jap. tamago) with a crack in its shell where the screen is, the Digital Monster was shaped like a brick cage with bust-open bars! It also featured the ability to connect and battle! Otherwise they both use the same three button layout and similar menu icons. On the Tamagotchi, the toilet icon is portrayed by a duck themed potty, which is also used as the look for the Portable Potty items in many Digimon games.

Now with how closely these two franchises were developed, there's bound to be more that connects the two, right?

One such thing is Tamagotchimoji and Digimoji/DigiCode!

You can see that the two scripts are basically identical, just stylized differently. While Tamagotchimoji got used sparsely until they stopped using it in 2004 (But had a surprising comeback in one social media post on April 10, 2023?!), Digimoji has been used, and still is being used everywhere in the Digimon franchise! There is also a separate set of characters for the Latin Alphabet.

[Tamagotchimoji on the left, Digimoji on the right, respective Hiragana above the character]

Just like we know it from the Digimon Franchise, the Tamagotchi also grow through evolutionary stages along a branching path, depending on how well you take care of them! The original line of Tamagotchi as well as Digimon owe their designs to Kenji Watanabe! Generally all Tamagotchi's names end in "-tchi" or "-chi", similar to how Digimon names end in "-mon".

In these evolution charts, the Tamagotchi and Digimon are arranged by how well they've been taken care of / how good they are, with the top line being the best, and the bottom being the worst.

But that Tamagotchi chart is actually just the international version, which had "Bill" (aka Gaijintchi/Ketotchi) as secret character past the adult stage. Instead the Japanese version featured "Oyajitchi" (jap. oyaji means "old man").

But wait, doesn't that face look familiar...?

According to the Digimon Reference Book, Nanimon's true identity is unknown and it in fact came from another dimension, where it was known under the title OYAJI. In order to survive in the new environment of the Digital World, Nanimon had to go through a lot of training and battling.

Nanimon's name is also a play on its bizarre nature. In Japanese, "nanimon" is a casual abbreviation of "nanimono" which means "what (thing)". So, with intonation indicating a question, "nanimonda" can mean both "What are you?" or "I am Nanimon".

This joke is even included directly in Digimon World when the player encounters Nanimon.

「ん？なにもんだ？！」 "N? Nanimon da?!" “Huh? What are you?!” 「ナニモンだァ！」 "Nanimon da!" “I’m Nanimon!”

Nanimon's nature as an alien to this World is also reflected in his trait in the Card Game being "Invader".

Nanimon BT6-058 by Kenji Watanabe from BT-06 Booster Double Diamond

So yeah, Nanimon is supposed to be Oyajitchi who came from the Tamagotchi World to the Digital World.

Stay tuned for next friday when we talk about another World connected to the Digital World!

Special thanks to: tamagotchi wiki, gotchi-garden and tamatalk for being great resources!

If you're interested in more Tamagotchi stuff, go check out @tamapalace !

#digimon #digimon tcg #digimon card game #digisafe #digica #デジカ #tamagotchi #Nanimon #Oyajitchi #digimon lore #lov rambles #digimon card #Lv4 #Kenji Watanabe #BT6 #color: black #type: virus #trait: invader

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whumpshaped · 5 months

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would you ever write a vampire with catholic beliefs? Who is struggling between his beliefs and his reality? 🍬🧠🍬🧠 I forgot my zip mouth emoji...Idk where it is...

so originally i wanted to write about isabella, but well, she's not a he, nor is she catholic (she's lutheran). so have this sad wet cat

tw vampire whumper/whumpee? i'm not sure what this man is- death, murder, religious themes, religious trauma, religious guilt, suicidal ideation, (self-imposed) starvation, self-blame, memory loss, abandonment, lady whumpee, noncon drugging, dehumanisation (of self)

It was cold when he awoke. The winter breeze bit into his twitchy body and made him curl up for a moment, but it paled in comparison to the ruthless hunger gnawing at his stomach.

His eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar scene, but recognising the terrain wasn't necessary for him to follow the scent of blood. It was all he could focus on, torn clothes and the cold long forgotten as he struggled to his feet and began following the trail.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

He wanted it. He needed it. He had to have it, no matter the cost.

He didn't have the presence of mind to stop and wonder about his heart that was no longer beating, nor the speed with which he was pursuing his prey. He didn't think about the fact that he could see all too well despite it being the middle of the night, he didn't even consider that normal people didn't usually hunt. Not in a town. Not like this.

He pounced on the man without hesitation. He pumped the body full of venom so he would be silent, then drank and drank and drank until–

"Holy shit," someone said quietly. Then, louder this time, "Holy shit. Vampire! There's a fucking vampire–"

He bolted before he could've heard the end of it. He didn't think about the man he left behind. He ran back to where he'd woken up, collapsing to the ground as soon as he got there. He felt exhausted, he felt... dead. More alive now that he'd had something to drink, but...

He lifted a hand and pressed it against his chest. Nothing. Of course, this should've been more than expected, having drained that poor man dry–

Oh dear. He'd likely killed someone.

His mind was reeling. He couldn't remember a thing from before waking up, but the past few minutes had already thrown him for a loop on their own. He was dead, a dead man walking, and he'd just killed someone. And another human had even seen him do it!

He tried to take a couple of deep breaths to ground himself, but the taste of blood in his mouth negated any effort he put in. He was a monster. He was a murderer. He was going to be hunted and killed.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

The scent of blood clung to him like a ghost, and he desperately wished for a warm shower to get it off. Alas, he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a discarded coat on the ground. He should at least look through that to see whether he could piece together who he used to be. He didn't even... remember his own name.

And where was his sire? The bloodthirsty monster who turned him into one of them? Had they not even waited for him to wake up? Had they not cared at all about the life they'd ruined?

Touching the coat brought back memories of his last minutes, the way the vampire had slipped it off his shoulders and threw it on the ground. He remembered being dazed and helpless, baring his neck for the demon to feast on. At the time, it seemed like the most important thing in the world, to be able to feed them.

He looked through the pockets and found an ID for Jude Flanagan, born 1998. The picture was... him? He gingerly touched his own face, as though his fingers could ever work as well as a mirror. Was he really the Jude on the card?

He was. His fingers brushed against the cloth of an eye patch, the same one the man on the photo was wearing. More memories flooded his mind: his mother calling him, his father yelling for him from downstairs, the priest scolding him.

Priest?

He found a Bible in the next pocket, a small one. He dropped it out of fear, afraid it would burn his hands like silver, but nothing happened. The book seemed harmless, apart from the implications it brought along.

He used to be a man of God.

"N-no... No, no, no, no. You were supposed to protect me," he choked out, picking up the Bible again. "How could You let this happen? How– how could a vampire– why would You let a vampire..."

No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.

"I killed a man!" Jude cried. "First You deny me Heaven, and now– the temptation was all I had! I couldn't control it! I didn't see a way out!"

He curled up with the book in hand, sobbing like he was the one to be pitied. Like he was the victim and not the murderer, like he was deserving of any kind of sympathy.

"I didn't see a way," he repeated brokenly. "I didn't... I don't... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Please, forgive me..."

Jude never quite managed to get used to the hunger. Nor the isolation.

The abandoned shack he'd found was good for shelter, but it was not a luxury abode, and the little money he managed to scrape together every other evening while disguising himself as a human beggar was not enough for much. The coat had become his most prized possession along with all the treasures it held: the Bible, the rosary, and the wallet with all the documents.

He bought new things, too. Some soap so he could wash himself well enough in the river, some candles to combat the suffocating darkness. Every little thing was precious, bought with the goodwill of humans who didn't care to look too hard at the creature they were giving their change to.

Jude could've charmed them. He could've tricked someone into inviting him inside, and he could've enthralled them to let him stay. He could've lived a more comfortable life, with a soft bed, a clean bathtub, and a belly always full of the warmest blood.

But he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve to take any of it.

He'd thought about getting a stake and finishing the job his sire had started. He wanted so badly to be put out of his misery, to be greeted with kindness and compassion at the pearly gates before being allowed in — but he didn't deserve that either. His life wasn't his own to take, and nor was his unlife. God would make that decision when He saw fit, and until then, Jude could do nothing but atone.

He took no blood from humans. He lived on the blood of pests and small woodland creatures; roadkill sometimes, when he got lucky. He hated killing anything, but at least it was allowed, or... or he hoped it was.

Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.

God had given the creatures to the humans, not the wretched monsters of the night. He could only hope and pray that his past humanity was something to be taken into consideration.

He was kneeling on the floor with his elbows resting on his borrowed bed, hands clasped together in prayer, when he caught the scent. A human. Was this the night he would finally be purged from the Earth? Or was the human the real owner of his makeshift home?

His stomach rumbled as the scent got stronger and stronger. His mouth was watering despite his best efforts to keep a level head, and he buried his face in the covers, trying to tune it out.

Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.

Jude was shaking by the time the human reached the door of his temporary dwelling. He stayed on his knees and listened to the sounds of the lock being picked, preparing himself for the blessing that would be his permanent death.

If only he hadn't been starving. If only the human hadn't smelled so good.

But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.

He lunged like a wild animal as soon as the door was pushed open. His fangs sank into the poor woman's neck easily, and she let out a groan as the venom took hold. Blood, so much blood, fresh, delicious, rich, so much better than the squirrels and rats–

Jude pulled back with a start, eyes wide with terror. No, no, no, not again, not again. He wiped his mouth and even his tongue with the back of his hand, trying to get rid of the proof of his sin. The woman was still alive, letting out soft sounds of satisfaction as she lay there.

Her neck was still bleeding. He ought to close the wounds.

Jude licked his lips, then took a step backwards. No, he wouldn't lick her. Hadn't he done enough damage? He could– he could find something to bandage her with–

In truth, he didn't trust himself. There was no telling whether he'd have the self-control to stop for a second time, were he to get that close to her neck again.

"Don't you want a little more?" she asked, pushing herself into a sitting position. "I'm still bleeding so much... You don't want to waste it, do you?"

There was a mask covering the lower half of her face, and judging from that and the all black attire, she must've been a hunter. This woman could've staked him. God had given him an out, and he'd let himself be blinded by his selfish hunger.

"I'm s-sorry," Jude stammered, quickly rummaging through all his belogings to find at least a band-aid. "I'll, I'll help you– I'll patch you up, I just need a moment–"

"Can't you lick the wounds closed?" She got to her feet and ventured further into the cabin, grabbing onto the back of his shirt to steady herself and making him flinch. "There's so much blood... Is the flavour not to your liking?"

Jude spun around, and found himself trapped between the wall and his victim. She pulled her mask down and gave him a smile, eyes sparkling with unabashed want.

"You don't want this," he choked out. The smell was so strong. She was so close. She was offering, if only because of the venom, but she was offering nonetheless.

"Oh, but I do. I want it so badly."

Jude stopped breathing entirely, closing his eyes for a moment to think. "What's your name?"

"Pia Gravenor, Master."

"D-don't call me that, please."

"I can call you whatever you want, sir, if you just spare me one more bite..." Jude's eyes snapped open when she grabbed his hand and guided it to the wound, pressing his fingers against her skin slick with blood. "The bleeding isn't stopping anyway..."

He swallowed hard, and her smile widened. She was so desperate for just a bit more venom. He could give that to her, and close the wound after. He could take just one more sip. Just one more.

He was leaning in before he could fully process that he was doing it, lapping up the spilled blood trickling down her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and kept him there, murmuring soft reassurances and pleas for him to bite again.

Please, forgive me. I'm so hungry. I've been hungry for so long.

Let me have a full meal, just this once.

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echoooo000 · 3 months

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I wrote a thing about Vash burying Wolfwood in the 1998 continuity

Twin Sized Mattress

(1.6k words)

He was dead.

Vash had to keep telling himself that as he looked at the upturned dirt, the makeshift grave. He didn’t have the resources for the burial Wolfwood deserved, who was laid gently in the hole in the ground, around the size of a twin-sized mattress.

People often recounted their loved ones looking peaceful in death. This was nothing like that. Wolfwood looked like he loathed everything about the situation. But he couldn’t.

He was dead, he reminded himself.

He looked like he was simply having a nightmare, his brows furrowed, even in rigor mortis. Vash felt heavy, ill, as he looked at him, wanting to memorize his features. He didn’t want to forget him, the way he looked, the way he talked, the way he loved. The way he cared , even when the man really didn't want to.

The reality was, Vash couldn’t forget him, even if he wanted to, even if he tried. It wasn’t possible. That didn’t stop him from being paranoid anyways. A man, involved in his life for such a short span of time compared to the 150 years Vash has been alive, had altered many things within Vash. The way he saw himself, most prominently.

Wolfwood didn’t see Vash as a monster nor as an abomination. He saw him as a person , even when Vash physically wasn’t one. Wolfwood defended Vash, even when Vash himself wouldn’t. He blocked the stones thrown at him by the townspeople, he felt anger for Vash when he refused to.

He called him an angel frequently, almost nonchalantly. As if he wasn’t aware of the words he was uttering. But Vash knew Wolfwood was aware. Aware of the impact it held on Vash, aware of the way those words pierced through him, so intimate it hurt.

He wouldn’t hear Wolfwood call him angel ever again.

He was dead, he reminded himself.

Vash sucked in a breath, painfully aware that he was the only one still able to draw in air. The nagging feeling that the man in the ground should be him ate away at his insides. His hand idly reached into his pocket, taking out the pack of cigarettes he had taken out of Wolfwood’s suit pocket before laying him in the grave.

The edges of the box had been stained dark crimson, almost brown now, with blood from Wolfwood’s wounds. Vash traced his thumb over the stains, almost reverently. Blood spilled in a human sacrifice. He took out a cigarette, placing it between his lips, trying to imitate the way Wolfwood usually held it. He didn’t want to forget that either.

He didn’t light the cigarette, as he looked down at Wolfwood. He had to finish burying him first. But even imagining it, the dirt thrown onto Wolfwood, felt innately wrong. Vash shouldn’t be burying him like this. He should have a coffin, a gravestone, not some hole in the middle of the desert. A nameless grave, known only to few.

“Well…” Vash sighed, “This is shit, isn’t it, Nico?” Vash said, his voice hoarse. He wasn’t sure why his voice was so rough. He hadn’t cried yet, not allowing it. He knew if he cried now, he would latch himself to Wolfwood’s body and never let go, opting to bury himself with him. A lump formed in his throat and he struggled to swallow it back down.

Vash stood in silence for a moment, just looking at Wolfwood, raking his gaze over his form. It was almost physically painful to look at him. It always hurt to look at Wolfwood. It was like looking directly into the sun. Vash’s sun. It hurts for a different reason now, similar to when a star dies, so do all the planets around it.

“Nico…” Vash started, not quite knowing what to say. He hoped Wolfwood could even hear him, he hoped that God, the one Wolfwood whispered prayers too when he thought no one was looking, would deliver his message. The rosary Wolfwood had given to him months ago felt like it weighed fifty pounds, hanging around his neck. It felt like a magnet, connecting him to Wolfwood, wanting to drag Vash down with him. He clutched it with his metal arm, too holy to touch with flesh.

“I always thought I was going to be the one to bite the bullet first.. It’s ironic that it’s the opposite…” He said, his voice breaking. Tears fought their way to spill, and still, Vash wouldn’t allow it. “I hope you can still protect me from up there…or wherever you are now” There was still so much to say, but he can already imagine how Wolfwood would reply. Vash wanted to apologize for not being able to help him, but he can practically hear Wolfwood scolding him.

“Stop beating yourself up. It’s not your fault, Needle-noggin’” He would say. Yet, Vash would still feel like it was. He always did. There was silence again, like Vash was waiting for Wolfwood to reply.

He was dead, he reminded himself.

How many times was he going to say it to himself until he believed it? No matter if it took centuries, millennia. He couldn’t, not after all that happened.

His subconscious rendered him useless. He felt…he didn’t know what he felt. Vash and Death were old friends. He experienced death first hand, lived and breathed it. He caused it. This was different.

The grief he felt was different .

Vash knew what grief was too. He knew it with Rem, with the people Knives had killed because of him. This feeling he felt, weighing heavy in his chest, was nothing like that.

This was deeper. He didn’t even know how to put such an emotion into words, he didn’t know how to make it tangible, for him to understand. But it was there, festering. It threatened to consume him if his guard was down, desperately trying to claw its way out of his chest. It wanted everyone to know Vash’s pain.

Vash forced it back down. He wouldn’t suffocate others with his own grief.

For him, guilt and grief usually went hand in hand. And the guilt Vash currently felt was continuously running scenarios through his head, on loop. Scenarios where he had done something. Scenarios where Wolfwood would still be alive.

He snapped out of his stupor, cutting those running thoughts off. He couldn’t let those types of thoughts take hold right now. He sighed.

“I’m sorry…” was all he said, his teeth biting into the unlit cigarette he still held in his mouth as he picked up the shovel again, preparing to cover Wolfwood’s delicate corpse—in reality it was anything but delicate, covered in scars and calluses, open wounds—with coarse sand. But before that, Vash grabbed the hem of his coat, the ends already tattered with wear, and used his metal arm to tear off a piece the size of his forearm.

It wasn’t much, but Vash needed something to shelter Wolfwood from the roughness of the world. Vash had tried to do that when Wolfwood was alive too. In those quiet moments they shared. They were nothing amazing, no grandiose professions of love or anything of the sort. Those feelings were shared in quiet, small moments. Moments when Vash watched the sunset silently next to Wolfwood, who was smoking a cigarette. Or moments when they could only afford one bed at an inn, and they lay together, backs facing each other.

They would always wake up pressed against each other in the morning. Even in sleep, they would be seeking comfort from each other. Vash knew the same thing would apply in death.

Vash began to cover Wolfwood now with shaking hands. The shovel felt heavier than it should be, the sand he lifted with it even more so. He moved like a machine, rhythmically dumping sand onto Wolfwood. This was wrong, he repeated to himself. Yet, Vash continued anyway. The sun was setting when he finished, and he let the shovel fall to the ground, scrounging through his pockets.

He pulled out Wolfwood’s lighter, holding it in his palm. There were scratches littering it, and it was obvious that Wolfwood had had this lighter for a while. It was a miracle it still even worked with how many packs the man smoked in a week.

He clicked the lighter to life, bringing it to the end of the cigarette. He inhaled deeply, the sting of the tobacco searing through his throat and nose. He coughed harshly, tears stinging his eyes. He sobbed. The sound surprised him, as if it wasn’t coming from him, as if he wasn’t expecting it at some point.

Vash rubbed furiously at his face, trying to force the tears to stop, but the relief he felt wouldn’t allow him. He took another ragged inhale, the tobacco stinging again, but this time the sting was dulled by the nicotine. The smell of the cigarettes would linger, buried in his coat, his hair, his skin. Any other time, the smell of Marlboro Reds would be comforting to Vash because it reminded him of Wolfwood. Now, it felt like he was being crushed under the weight of grief, under the tears that wouldn’t stop spilling.

He gasped between the sobs, feeling like he couldn't breathe. He had half the mind to start clawing at the sand, to dig him back up. He wanted to. Vash wanted him back, wanted to see his face. But he knew that no matter how much he looked at Wolfwood, how much he memorized, how much he reminisced, Wolfwood wouldn’t wake up. He wouldn’t come back.

He was dead , he told himself.

He is dead . His mind refused to stop repeating it.

No, Vash wouldn’t learn to accept it, even if he repeated it a million times. He inhaled the tobacco again, his tears reluctantly ebbing to stop. He was sure this feeling was going to be permanent, and for however long Vash lived, he would have a bleeding wound. A wound around the size of a twin-sized mattress.

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radioactivetoad · 2 months

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Pokemon Pocket Monsters Tomy Auldey (1998) Pokeball Charmander Figure MB-122

#web finds #photography #pokemon #vintage pokeon #toys #kidcore #charmander #figures #ebay

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n64retro · 1 year

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HAL Laboratory, Inc.

List of N64 games developed by HAL Laboratory, Inc.: Pocket Monsters Stadium (1998, released only in Japan) Pokémon Snap (1999) Pokémon Stadium (1999 JP / 2000 NA)* Super Smash Bros. (1999) SimCity 64 (2000 JP) Shigesato Itoi's No. 1 Bass Fishing: Definitive Edition (2000 JP) Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards (2000) Pokémon Stadium 2 (2000 JP / 2001 NA)* *co-development but not always officially credited.

#HAL Laboratory #nintendo 64 #N64 #pokémon #super smash bros.#simcity 64 #64DD #japan #kirby 64: the crystal shards #pokémon stadium #pokémon snap #pokémon stadium 2

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witchpuppies · 10 months

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oraclememehacker · 5 months

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Online Meeting IRL (Futaba/Sylvia)

Location: Akihibara Time: Afternoon

"Damn, the Featherman search was fruitless." Futaba let off a sigh as all she was finding was the usual common stuff in all the stores that she usually perused. It was either stuff she already had or stuff that she didn't have room for in her really small room or that she just wasn't interested in to begin with. Well, she decided to check out another shop that sold figures.

It was a nice little shop, and had figures from various pieces of media, including Pokemon/Pocket Monsters. She always found it amusing that the west basically shortened the name and it became the standard for everywhere. Well, it was a more fun name to say anyways. As she was perusing the place, some Pokemon music playing through her headphones, she saw something interesting.

They were rare minifigures from Tomy from 1998. And they were just standing there out in the open. Maybe the owner didn't quite understand their value. She went to pick up the Charizard one when she felt a hand grab hers. She jolted back in surprise as she saw who it was. She didn't know who they were but she was certainly taken by surprise.

"Oh um...s-sorry about that...h-heh, you um, took me by surprise...I'm glad I didn't knock those down."

@sylviareviar

#Hacking and Memes (Futaba Sakura Musing)#The Oracle Navi (Futaba Sakura IC)#A story unfolding (RP)#A Hacker Strikes at any Time (Persona 5/Strikers)#sylviareviar

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rex-shadao · 1 year

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Ash and Red: Timeline of Appearances

I plan to make a long essay talking about the connection between Ash and Red throughout the Pokémon franchise, but since the franchise is over 27 years old, and much of the old Internet is scattered and lost to time, I decided to make a timeline of the early years of Pokémon to compile all the evidences in chronological order, most consisted of their first appearance, the mention of their names in various media, some forums talking about the two, and any other misc information. I also included links to each specific media to keep track of where I found such information whenever necessary.

I know for certain that I'm missing some media here or there, but I'll be updating this post whenever I find new information. If you have any new information, I'll be happy to include it in this massive timeline doc.

Also note, the timeline will not extend beyond 2010 because by that point, Ash and Red have been officially considered to be two distinct characters. This is merely a timeline to document how Red rose into prominence in the Pokémon fandom and at what point was he considered to be a separate character from Ash rather than just Ash with a different name.

February 27th, 1996: Pokémon Red and Green came out in Japan. The player Pokémon Trainer made his debut. Three optional names were offered in Pokémon Red: レッド Red, サトシ Satoshi and ジャック Jack. Three optional names offered in Pokémon Green: グリーン Green, シゲル Shigeru, and ジョン John.

April 1996: CoroCoro Special released "The Strange Pokémon Pippi", the first chapter of Pokémon Pocket Monsters. Pokémon Trainer named Isamu Akai (nicknamed Red) and his rude Clefairy companion.

October 15th, 1996: Pokémon Blue released as a CoroCoro Comic special. Three optional names: ブルー Blue, ツネカズ Tsunekaz and ジャン Jean.

September 1996: Pocket Monsters Carddass Trading Cards released in Japan. Pokémon Trainer featured, though no official name was given.

March 3rd, 1997: Pokémon Special released its first chapter, featuring a Pokémon Trainer named Red. His rival was named Green.

April 1st, 1997: Pokémon anime debuted. Pokémon Trainer named Satoshi featured as main protagonist alongside Pikachu. His rival was named Shigeru.

April 1997: Pocket Monsters Carddass Trading Cards released with a special promotional, rainbow-framed card featuring Pokémon Trainer and three Kanto Starters plus Pikachu. CoroCoro also released the first chapter of Dengeki! Pikachu, manga adaptation of the anime.

May 20th, 1997: Official Fan Book of Pocket Monsters (ポケットモンスター公式ファンブック) released. Heavily featured the Pokémon anime on the front and back cover along with TCG and the video games. Player Pokémon Trainer of Red and Green teased to return in Gold and Silver, and was named Satoshi. Pokémon Special was also featured with an image of Red.

December 16, 1997: "Computer Warrior Porygon" episode aired. Seizure Incident. Footage of Pokémon anime was broadcasted overseas for the first time on news channel. Also on that same day, Pokémon Special Volume 2 was released in Japan, featuring Red getting his Eevee that can switch back and forth of its three Eeveelutions.

January 1998: Nintendo Power announced that Pokémon will be arriving in North America later this year.

February 1998: Pokemon Craft DX Book featured Pokémon Trainer, his Rival, and an unnamed Female Trainer. The name Red does not appear in book.

April 1998: Pokémon Zensho released. Pokémon Trainer was named Satoshi. His rival was named Shigeru.

May 1998: Nintendo Power covered the Pokémon franchise and the craze in Japan. Anime and TGC mentioned. Pokémon Trainer Satoshi was only referred as Pokémon Trainer. No mention of his English name.

July 18, 1998: Pokémon the Movie: Mewtwo Strikes Back released in Japan.

Summer 1998: A Sneak Peek at Pokémon released. Satoshi was renamed to Ash Ketchum. Shigeru renamed Gary Oak. GameBoy footage of Pokémon Red and Blue shown, with the player Pokémon Trainer clearly named Ash.

August 1998: Nintendo Power released a magazine mini-series called Pokémon Power. Included strategy guide. Used English names Ash and Gary for player and rival respectively. Reused again for Player's Strategy Guide.

September 7th, 1998: Pokémon anime released overseas in North America.

September 28th, 1998: Pokémon Red and Blue released in North America. Three optional names in Pokémon Red: Red, Ash and Jack.

September 12th, 1998: Pokémon Yellow released in Japan. Three optional names: イエロー Yellow, サトシ Satoshi, and ジャック Jack. Rival was given an Eevee as his starter.

November 27, 1998: Dengeki! Pikachu released as The Electric Tale of Pikachu.

March 1999: Pokémon Getto Da Ze! (aka Pokémon Gotta Catch 'Em All!) Volume 1 released in Japan. Pokémon Trainer was named Shu.

October 7th, 1999: "Rival Showdown! Satoshi VS Shigeru!!" released in Japan. Gary was revealed to have an Eevee, which he used against Ash.

November 12th, 1999: Mewtwo Strikes Back released in North American theaters.

November 21st, 1999: Pokémon Gold and Silver released in Japan. Previous Pokémon Trainer and Rival were given canon names: Red and Green. Red's team composed of Pikachu, Espeon, Snorlax, Venusaur, Charizard, and Blastoise.

November 22nd, 1999: Time Asia posted an interview with Pokémon creator Satoshi Tajiri. He distinguished Ash and Red's relationship with their rivals to be different (Gary is Ash's superior, Green is Red's rival). However, he also referred to them by the same names respectively: Satoshi for both Ash and Red, Shigeru for both Gary and Green.

July 6th, 2000: Pokémon Special was released overseas as Pokémon Adventures. Red made his oversea debut. Rival renamed Blue.

October 2000: Nintendo Power released Pokémon Gold and Silver: Official Nintendo Player's Guide. Unlike the last Player's Guide, this guide referred the previous Pokémon Trainer and his rival as Red and Blue instead of Ash and Gary.

October 11, 2000: Pokémon Gold & Silver: Prima's Official Strategy Guide released. Pokémon Trainer and Rival referred as Red and Blue respectively.

October 14th, 2000: "Rival Showdown! Satoshi VS Shigeru!!" released in USA as "The Rivalry Revival." The first Johto episode, dub title "Don't Touch That 'dile", aired on the same day as well.

October 15th, 2000: Pokémon Gold and Silver released in North America. Previous Pokémon Trainer and Rival were given canon names: Red and Blue.

November 2th, 2000: "Blacky! Battle During a Dark Night!!" released in Japan. Gary was revealed to have evolved Eevee into Umbreon.

December 14th, 2000: Pokémon Stadium: Gold and Silver released in Japan. Pokémon Trainer named Red served as the final boss of the Gym Leader Castle challenge. His teams were:

Round 1: Meganium, Feraligatr, Typhlosion, Jolteon, Scizor, Tauros

Round 2: Raikou, Entei, Suicune, Dragonite, Snorlax, Espeon

March 26, 2001: Pokémon Stadium: Gold and Silver released in North America as Pokémon Stadium 2.

July 23, 2001: Pokémon Crystal: Prima's Official Strategy Guide released. Allegedly, it referred Pokémon Trainer and Rival as Ash and Gary respectively.

August 8th, 2001: Pokémon Special Volume 9 released in Japan, featuring Round 115 "VS. Forretress" aka which revealed that Red's Eevee evolved into Espeon.

October 20th, 2001: "Umbreon! Battle During a Dark Night!!" released in North America as "Power Play."

August 4th, 2002: The first documented screenshot featuring Special Red's profile on Netkun.

November 4th, 2002: Dragon's Love fan fiction published online. Considered Red (Pokémon Adventures) to be the same as Ash.

September 13th, 2003: Pokémon FireRed and LeafGreen announced to be in development.

November 4th, 2003: Neoseeker forum posted thread titled "pokemon to beat ash." Question refers to how to beat Red in Pokémon Gold, Silver, and Crystal. However, majority of the users referred to him as Ash (because he looks like Ash), while others thought his name was Red.

January 29th, 2004: Pokémon FireRed and LeafGreen released in Japan. Featured a newly redesigned Pokémon Trainer alongside his female counterpart.

November 23, 2004: Netkun released Red's profile during the FRLG arc of Pokémon Special.

December 24, 2004: Ash Ketchum's page was created on Bulbapedia.

February 26th, 2005: Red's page on Bulbapedia created. Only referred to Gen I and II player protagonist.

April 5th, 2005: Bulbapedia designated Pokémon Trainer of FireRed and LeafGreen to be Red from Gen I and II for the first time. Also placed a statement that Red is arguably a Pokémon Master.

April 24th, 2005: The first time Bulbapedia made mention that Ash was likely based on the main character of Pokémon Red and Blue. Linked to Red (game).

November 13th 2006: Bulbapedia page for Red included a Misc Information section stating that Ash and Red are not the same person, noting that many fans have made that mistake. Mixing the two, it claimed, was a big error.

November 14th, 2006: Bulbapedia page for Red claimed that Ritchie, regarded as '"perfect" manefestation' of Ash, is closely designed to the original Red.

November 17th, 2006: Bulbapedia proofread the page and added several other of Red's media counterparts.

October 27th, 2007: Edit war over whether Red's team could be considered a reference to the anime or Pokémon Adventures.

September 12th, 2009: Pokémon HeartGold and SoulSilver released in Japan. Red appeared in his FRLG redesign. Red's Espeon replaced by Lapras. Red's Pikachu's moveset was changed to reflect Ash's Pikachu's moveset in Diamond and Pearl anime.

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peaceloveandhistory · 2 months

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Today in 1996, the first-ever Pokémon video game, "Pocket Monsters: Red and Green," was released for the Game Boy console in Japan. The game was a role-playing game that introduced players to the world of Pokémon. The game was developed over a few years and set the standards for later Pokémon sequels. The game was a huge success in Japan and soon after its release, it was rebranded as "Pokémon Red" and "Pokémon Blue" for international audiences. The North American release of the game took place on September 28, 1998.

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thenightling · 6 months

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Happy 25th anniversary Halloweentown! This year is full of anniversaries. Hocus Pocus turned thirty. Nightmare before Christmas turns thirty.

Ray Bradbury's The Halloween Tree animated movie turned thirty. Neil Gaiman's The Sandman turns thirty-five. Beetlejuice turned thirty-five. And today the movie Halloweentown turns twenty-five-years-old. Feel old yet? Halloweentown (not connected to Nightmare before Christmas) struck while the iron was hot, just one month after the first Harry Potter book was published in the US. Halloweentown was a relatively low budget made for TV movie for The Disney Channel (and now available both on DVD and on Disney+.) The plot was about a young girl named Marnie who is about to turn thirteen. Marnie's mother wants her to be "Normal." But her grandmother, Aggie, has other things in mind. Marie is actually from a line of semi-immortal (long lived) witches. And if she does not start using her powers at age thirteen, they will atrophy and disappear and she will remain mortal. Even back in 1998 I was disgusted in Marnie's mother. Imagine if you went to an alien planet where the life expectancy is only about thirty years but your mother decides its best you be like those aliens so she keeps you from learning you came from Earth and eating Earth food so that you will only live thirty years "like everyone else on this planet." To me that's what Marnie's mother was like. She was deliberately crippling her daughter. Or worse, imagine if you went to a planet where no one can walk. You can. But your mother wants you to be like everyone else so she's perfectly happy to saw your legs off. That's how Marnie's mother felt to me in regard to trying to strip her of her (for her) natural abilities. It's not over-analysis. This is the basic premise. Anyway, it turns out Aggie (the grandmother, who was played by the late Debbie Reynolds) is from a pocket dimension of entities we associate with Halloween. Monsters, creatures of Nightmare, ghosts, zombies, skeletons, etc. This dimension is called Halloweentown.

Marnie and her other siblings follow Aggie to Halloweentown where they foil the machinations of Voldemort... I mean Kalabar. There's even a scene in one of the Halloweentown movies where they spot magical broom sticks for sale very similar to the scene in the first Harry Potter story. In the scene Marnie is intrigued by the latest model (which is a bit more high tech looking than a nimbus 2000, by the way). This was three-years before the first Harry Potter movie but only one month after the first book was published in the US. Marnie embraces her magick and her mother begrudgingly allows Aggie to train her in the use of her powers. The movie was a surprise hit for The Disney channel and spawned three sequels. Halloweentown 2: Kalabar's revenge which featured Peter Wingfield (Methos in Highlander the Series). Marnie's mother annoyed me in the second movie too, because when someone is shown Marnie's room he's disappointed with how mundane it is and Marnie mentions that her mother insists her room be "normal" and she not have her Halloween-y or magical stuff in her bedroom. They tone the mother down and make her more likable in the third and fourth film but they really never had that woman grow and yet we were not supposed to hate her. This dominating, personality-repressing, and abusive behavior was treated like it was perfectly acceptable. Halloweentown 3 AKA Halloweentown High. This was an odd one. Marnie becomes guardian for some exchange students from Halloweentown who want to attend human school in our world (now that our world knows Halloweentown exists) but modern day monster hunters want to fan the flames of bigotry and hate and keep humans and monsters separate.

Halloweentown 4 AKA Return to Halloweentown. Marnie (who has been recast) attends university in Halloweentown where the boy she has a crush on is revealed to be a depowered family member of Kalabar but a good guy. I really was not comfortable with the idea of the entire family being stripped of their powers because they were releated to a creep but ...okay... Also Marnie learns that Grandma Aggie technically should be the Queen of Halloweentown but relinquished her title and a magical amulet that lets her dominate the wills of others, because she believes in the importance of free will. For all their flaws I still enjoy these movies. I almost think these films were first intended to be live-action tie-ins to Nightmare before Christmas but Disney decided they didn't want to deal with Tim Burton and just didn't reference any of his characters even though the concept of a Halloweentown in another world where everyday is Halloween was literally created by Tim Burton in his long-form poem that became the movie Nightmare before Christmas. Anyway, Happy 25th anniversary Halloweentown!

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