#diablo nemesis

[snowboyclarkov]

Battle Poll 2 - Let There Be Light... Mostly

First Spinjitzu Master | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom

Galeem - SmashWiki, the Super Smash Bros. wiki (ssbwiki.com)

Goddess Ilias - Monster Girl Quest (miraheze.org)

Marisa Kirisame - Touhou Wiki - Characters, games, locations, and more

Mio Takamiya | Date A Live Wiki | Fandom

Rago | Beyblade Wiki | Fandom

The Darker Lord | Miitopia Wiki | Fandom

Necrozma | Pokémon Wiki | Fandom

Some resources for a few of the fighters below.

Galeem is capable of pulling the 'everybody is dead' move without the Master Hands as shown in the Galeem Wins ending, though it may depend on Dharkon being alive.

It takes 10 Miis to match the Darkest Lord.

Rago/Diablo Nemesis can absorb the power from his opponents, and gain the powers/abilities of them and everyone they've ever fought.

[ni-a-cchi]

i've been re-reading Metal Fight Beyblade manga as my way to celebrate Beyblade franchise anniversary, then this scene is giving that meme so much like??????????? 😭😭😭

God bless Ginga for trying to defeat a cosmic horror entity— I mean— Rago...

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: GameSpot TV - Fear Resides In Many Places

Especially the dark room the camera recording the TV playing this episode is in.

[sixbucks]

…Having an Evil Aunt Joanie.

[satureja13]

Vlad's Therapy Game - Part 4

Good news: Both, Bunny and Vlad survived the night! (And of course Diablo too :)

Vlad slept like the dead (that he actually is) even though he only had a quarter of an inch hay between him and the hard, cold soil. After he woke up, he felt like he'd been hit by a tractor - twice. He moaned and crawled up like an old man. Apparently Diablo woke him.

Diablo: 'Omg, get up already! Finish your job and let's leave this foul place! They devour me with their eyes!' Vlad, barely awake and full of aches: "Sure, pal. Let's get this over with. Keep your distance to the village until I finish work."

Diablo: 'You betcha.'

Vlad shuffled over to the sculptor's shop. From what he sees, he is a master of his craft and he has no idea why no one wanted to work for him. Well, he'll soon find out. Not that he cared much. This is just a game and he dealt with harder tasks. He'd even been to hell and back. So one day working here won't kill him. It's for Ji Ho and Saiwa - and his best friend Jack after all. There was music playing in the shop, so the sculptor is already there too, despite the early hour.

'Enjoy what'chas got, not what you have not 'tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow When the days seem cursed, it could always be worse Fight depression with sword and arrow'

The Sculptor: "Good Morning! You're early, that's great. Take off your shirt and let's start right away. The queen is eagerly waiting for her statue!"

'When the zeppelinous clouds of trouble abound And thunder is clapping and lightning strikes ground Just when yer thinking this may be your last Throw a lash 'round the mast, hold fast!'

Eh - take off his shirt? He knows this voice. It belongs to the very person who always demands him to take off his shirt!

'When the world ain't right, and it smithes ye with strife Ye can now buckle down, it's a test they call life Very soon you will see what kind of animal you'd be Taking the bite outta life'

Leander! Vlad's nemesis! The very man who never fails to make him lose his composure! The red-haired devil who wanted to marry him. Yeah - he only cursed Vlad and dragged him down to his hell to protect him - but that does not mean he'll ever forgive him that he touched Ji Ho and almost drowned him! (Which actually wasn't Leander's fault either...)

'When they're testing the gallows, yer hung like a dog Or they're marching us out to a firing squad We just smile and recall all the good times we had It's the best 'til tomorrow It's the best day 'til tomorrow'

But of course NPC Leander did not recognize him. Because this is just a game. A stupid game! He'll have a word with Tiny Can when he's back, that's for sure... Leander: "Ah the gods sent you! You're beautiful - the Queen will be pleased! Sit over there."

'No considering surrender when yer down in the dregs If ye look down and notice you still have your legs So stand up and fight you just might seize the day It's the best day 'til tomorrow'

The Real McKenzies - Best Day until Tomorrow If you happen to like punk: this song is really good! I just found it by chance and it fits so well!

And so Vlad took off his shirt (and his pride) for Leander - again... He grit his teeth and tried not to freak out and kill this annoyingly oblivious NPC. And he reminded himself over and over again that this is just a game. And for whom he does this. Ji Ho. Jack. Saiwa. Just. A. Game.

(It seems like NPC Leander ist just as full of himself and annoying as real Leander and therefore the village folks avoids him ^^')

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[limepigeon]

Fallen Hero Fanzine 2024 - Info and Theme Poll

All info is under the cut since I don't want to clutter your dash too much! EDIT: Tumblr hates multiple choices for Polls apparently, you can vote but also write in replies (or send anonymous through dm, but please don't send multiple of the same option to get what you want, let's keep it fair!) if you want to vote for more than one option! (Sorry for the inconvenience!)

Hi everyone!

Since I got the feedback on the interest check for a possible Fallen Hero Fanzine it seems like we have some interest and I’ve been looking into various ways we could do this. As I’m big on collaboration and everyone getting a say, I was thinking that deciding on a theme for the zine could be our first collaborative step.

I’ve made a poll (found further down in this post) with 7 options for you to vote on. Descriptions/explanations are found right below the poll so make sure to read those before casting your vote. We’re keeping this first zine sfw, please keep that in mind if suggesting themes of your own. Voting doesn’t tie you to contributing to the zine.

Jumping into something headfirst without knowing what you’ll find on the other side is scary, that’s why I’ve written a short list of what I have in mind for this zine.

The zine will be 100% free and non-profit, this also means no compensation for the contributors. Theme: TBD through majority vote Number of contributors: Max 30 (I would love to have more but, unless someone can help me with admin stuff, I think that’s my limit for how much organising and planning I can do on my own). Rating: SFW. Innuendos, cursing, violence and the like is okay but not straight up sex. Format: Digital/e-zine, with permission to print at home for personal use only. I will put together a bonus version made for easy to print at home, with instructions for how to assemble it. Media types allowed: Any visual media suited for print as long as it’s your own (e.g. illustrations, sketches, photography, collages, short comics, cosplay etc). Keep in mind that if you make a collage or mood board, all pictures must be your own (or have the rights to). Any writing as long as it’s your own (e.g. short stories, poetry, analyses, personal anecdotes etc). Pages in zine per contributor: 2. Time frame and deadlines: TBD but I plan on us having it finished around September/October of 2024, with some reservations.

I hope this has been informative so far, if you have questions you can either reply to this post (so everyone else can see the question and reply), or dm me if you want to be anonymous.

Now, let’s get to voting on a theme! Descriptions for themes under the poll.

Nemesis - More action focused, showdowns, heroes and villains battling it out in their suits! Some softer moments could fit in here as well but if too many opt towards it I might steer some of the submissions to make sure the zine in whole stays on theme. Coming Home - New beginnings, finding your place. It could be sweet and cozy, finding friends, or stepping into your own skin for the first time. Interpret as you like, but the main focus should be on the concept of “home”, whatever that means to you or the characters you choose to portray. Los Diablos - Snippets and snapshots from the city and lives you are sworn to protect or destroy. HG’s lair, Herald’s apartment, or a sewer (sorry, secret base), as well as the people found in these places. Nightmares - The bad vibes (tm) one. The Heartbreak Incident, decanting, paranoia, all the nasty bits you don’t want people to find. This one is open to more possible body horror than the other themes. Ship specific - Pick this one if you want a more romance focused theme, and specify in replies which characters you’d want in centre. Please write Ship Theme before the characters in your reply. I have another idea! - Got an idea for a theme that isn’t in the poll? Pick this one and specify in replies what it is! Please specify even if someone has the same idea, or close to, as you. Please write Theme Suggestion before the theme in your reply. No theme - Don’t feel like sticking to a theme? Want to create an amalgamation of everyone’s mind stuff without any limits or guidelines? This choice is for you.

[noellevanious]

Top 5 tops........ 😳

difficult question. uhhh

me duh.

me in a sleeveless turtleneck that shows off my arms

to 5. other mutuals/friends that i believe are also tops. so @gamergoo @werewolfbarista @ladyvalfie @zazagundam

problem is i dont have a "top" radar since im such a top myself and dont usually talk to other "tops" in any sense that would suggest it (i get uncomfortable when talked to in that sense. power dynamics stuff. u know). so i could be entirely off-base.

anyway number 6 is the the Diablo Nemesis Beyblade.

[germhammy]

(Mis)Adventures of Little Wednesday- aka Wednesday’s mirror image niece

“Impromptu play date”

Lurch: -opening the door- You rang?

Dalton: um. I was wondering if Wednesday is here?

Lurch: Mrs or lil

Dalton: -nervous looking at the tall pale man- um Mrs

Lurch stepped aside gesturing for Dalton and his son to enter. He then left to find Wednesday. A few moments and Wednesday emerged from the kitchen. She was a bit surprised to see Dalton standing in the foyer with Dayton. Little Wednesday had told her about eating lunch with him the other day.

Wednesday: Dalton? To what do I owe the displeasure of your visit?

Dalton: I really hate to bother you

Wednesday: but you have. Go on.

Dalton: Daisy is away at a May Kay conference and I got called to step in to coach one of the water polo teams at the center. Their coach got sick and they will have to forfeit if they don’t have a coach. They have a chance to advance to the regional tournament

Little Wednesday appeared

Little Wednesday: Auntie Weenie! Has the delivery guys come? Oh. Dayton. Hello

Dayton: um Hi, Wednesday

Dalton: are you able to watch Dayton? I know it’s short notice. And I know we haven’t exactly been on good even favorable terms. This was Dayton’s idea. He normally has no problems coming with me to meets

Wednesday: mi Diablo? Do you mind an impromptu play date with Dayton?

Little Wednesday: I’m okay. I was gonna make clay figures to decapitate later. Oh! GJ is having Tyler and Koda come over. They are going to watch Guardians of the Galaxy 3. Have you seen that yet?

Dayton: no.

GomezJr appeared

GomezJr: has Tyler or Koda arrived? Oh! Dayton.

Wednesday: are you okay with Dayton here for a playdate, GJ?

GomezJr: sure.

Wednesday: then it’s settled, Dalton. Good luck with the water polo meet. Don’t worry we will take care of your son. Just give us the heads up when we can expect a pick up

With that Dalton left his son with The Addams

Wednesday: we just finished breakfast. Have you had breakfast? I can fix you something

Dayton: I haven’t eaten anything yet. We were going to pick something up at McDonalds but the line was too long. My dad really has to get to the water polo tournament. I don’t like going to the big tournaments. If it’s not too much trouble Mrs Addams. I am hungry.

Wednesday: you may call me Auntie Weenie, Dayton

Dayton: okay

Pugsley entered the kitchen to see Dayton sitting at the table. His sister preparing some sausages and eggs

Pugsley: well Good morning. Welcome to our home, Dayton. I’m glad you’re not Wednesday’s nemesis anymore

Dayton: thank you

A sleepy Enid shuffled into the kitchen wearing her pink furry robe and pink pajamas. She wrapped her arms around her wife’s waist

Enid: morning, my little monster. I’ve been a bad wolfie. Punish me later?

Wednesday: Enid. We have company

Enid looked to see Dayton wide eyed at the table waiting for breakfast

Enid: why is he here?

Wednesday: he’s probably going to join GJ’s gang and watch movies

[alexdrawsagain]

So if you’re going to focus on Peter Parker, does this mean no more Diego Diablo? What about Super Saturn Six?

Really it's just a matter of sitting down and writing, and committing to the direction i want to go. in your head, everything is perfect until it hits the page and suddenly you have to work on making it into something plausible.

I wouldn't say focusing on Peter Parker entirely. my actual focus is defeating my greatest nemesis: "coming home really late and passing out to exhaustion after work" which is the ACTUAL culprit as to why so much doesn't get made. This year has mostly been getting my act together more or less hence art going to the backburner sadly. Like i said, learning to balance work and my personal pursuits has been my main goal so far.

[dc-said-bi-robin-rights]

The first floor window of the Ranger HQ explodes outwards as Steel crashes through it, plummeting several feet in the air before hitting the ground, rolling, his armored fingers carving a line into the tarmac as he digs them into the ground to halt his momentum and rises to his feet. Above him, Blindspot walks forward calmly, his cape billowing behind him in the cold December wind as he looks down on his fallen enemy from the window ledge. He can feel the power rushing through the neon yellow veins of his armored suit as he clenches his fists, the simple action diverting all the excess power that isn’t being channeled into his telepathic boosters straight into his diamond-tipped knuckles. It was Mortum’s latest masterstroke: a strength upgrade that didn’t require any additional power storage. Just the action of curling his fingers into a fist would fill his gauntlets with excess power, power that would then be diverted elsewhere as soon as he uncurled them. He felt a chuckle coming on—he was gonna have to send the good doctor another check. It really was a brilliant workaround.

The roar of rushing air fills his ears, and he looks up to see a helicopter with the LDNW logo hovering overhead. He smirks beneath his helmet, raising a hand up to his eyes as their spotlight switches on, illuminating him in all his glory for their millions of viewers to see.

That was more than fine by him. Let them watch. Let the world watch their heroes be embarrassingly brought low, again and again, until they woke up to the truth that they didn’t protect anybody, least of all them.

He walks off the ledge and drops down onto the parking lot, shockwaves emanating from the fist he’d smashed against the ground, breaking the windows of all the cars around him and splashing him with glass shards as he rose to his feet. Another gift from Dr. Mortum, one that was as much for the drama and intimidation factor as it was for the usefulness that clearing a room of goons just with his landing represented. Armored as he was, Steel barely felt the shockwaves, of course… but the little trick was a godsend in front of the cameras, and there were few messages that weren’t enhanced by a visible display of power from the one who spoke it. Even now, he could imagine the viewers at home oooing and gasping at his little display. The thought amused him, and he wondered what the Breaking News! headline was saying at this very moment. He hoped it was something scary: an intimidating reputation was as valuable as a dozen fiery speeches, if not more so.

“I don’t want to fight you, Cyrus.” Chen’s voice was serious and stern, and as irritating to his little fantasies as the stubbornly conscious state of the man himself. Even with half his visor torn off and his breastplate dented almost beyond repair, the Marshal of Los Diablos refused to bend or break, even to a man he privately wasn’t sure could even be considered a villain. “You won’t enjoy what happens if you make me.”

“Cyrus Brown died in an ambulance, alone and abandoned.” Blindspot’s voice is a garbled mix of his real voice and the intimidating growls produced by his failing voice moderator. The effect is disturbing, and more than a little offsetting. “Or at least, that’s what you told the others, isn’t it? But you knew better.”

A flash of something indescribable passes over the half of Chen’s face not covered by the ripped visor. “I would take it back if I could.”

“But you can’t,” Blindspot hisses as he walks forward, fists clenching, power filling his hands, his armor’s pulsing veins glowing in the dark between the black plates. His own featureless faceplate was still intact, but visibly glitching, showing more of his snarling face than he was comfortable with. That hadn’t been part of the plan. He was meant to be the coldly gloating one, hiding his emotions behind the stark neon wall that was his faceplate and the echoing nothingness of his voice moderator as he threw out vicious taunts and condemnations. Steel wasn’t supposed to be able to see the savage hatred on his face, and he was especially not supposed to be able to hear the broken fury in his voice. That had always been his problem. He succumbed to anger too easily. “You can’t, can you? You can’t undo what they did to me!”

“I can make it right,” he growls, as close to pleading as he’ll ever get. “I can help you. I can keep you safe from them.”

“No one can keep me safe from them,” he says, taking a steadying breath pulling himself back into neutrality with great difficulty. Not for the first time, he’s glad news’ helicopters don’t typically come with long-range microphones. “Only I can do that.”

“And Ortega?” They’re circling now, watching each other for the slightest sign of weakness. “I know she cares for you. I know she’d believe you can put this behind you, like I do.”

“And let them get away with it?” Blindspot demands, disbelieving. “Let them do it again?! To me!? To others?!” He gave a harsh laugh. “I chose this path for a reason, marshal . Not that I’d expect you to know what that is.”

“A path?”

“A choice,” he corrects, mocking. “The military man, through and through. ‘Yes, sir’, ‘no sir’, ‘how high, sir’? ‘How deep, sir?’ ‘The whole thing or just the tip, sir?’”

Steel meets his eyes for a long moment. “From what I’ve heard, that sounds more like you.”

The next thing he knew, Blindspot was pummeling Steel, frothing with rage. If it had been Steel’s goal to provoke him into a hasty attack, it’d worked too well: his fist crashes into Steel’s broken visor, cracking what remained of his helmet and smashing aside his jaw. Steel stumbles back, but Blindspot gives him no quarter, raising his fists above his head and bringing them crashing down on his shoulders. Steel is forced to his knees, but he still manages to catch Blindspot’s next kick and launch him backwards a few feet into the air.

He lands in a crouched position, teeth gritted behind his glitching faceplate. Okay, lesson learnt. There’s still a pretty sizable strength difference between him and Steel, and he needs to remember that. Fine. Let’s see how he likes a fight on Blindspot’s terms, then.

He plunges his hands into the tarmac, sending his nanovores towards Steel. The ground cracks as they approach him, and though he jumps back, deploying jets all along his lower body to guide his ascent, they follow him up, forming a long ramp that reaches out as if to catch him. Blindspot can see the controlled panic in his eyes as his jump-jets start running out of steam, but he pulls the nanovores back before they can swam over Steel and bring his career as a Ranger to a grisly end by devouring him and his half-cybernetic body alive, letting Steel crash to the ground. The fallen marshal’s heavy armor leaves a small crater in the tarmac, but it’s one he quickly picks himself out of, leveling an unguided wrist-mounted rocket and firing it at Blindspot. The Rat-King chitters out a warning, though it’s unneeded—the pressure on Blindspot’s mind has lessened somewhat, meaning some of Steel’s dampeners had to have been damaged by the fall. His will surges forward, wrapping around Steel’s mind like a set of hands and squeezing. The rocket goes wildly off-course, hitting a nearby car and sending it vaulting into the air in a fireball, the impact doing nothing but kicking up his cape as he advances. The part of Cyrus that was Sidestep registers Steel’s unwillingness to use the more dangerous class of missiles he has mounted on his shoulder somewhere in the back of his mind, but the rest of him is just focused on how sweet it’ll be to make the bastard pay.

“Tell me something, Chen,” Blindspot starts, his voice distorting strangely. “I’m curious. How many mes would it take to make up one Ortega? Ten? Twenty? By what exact percentage is my life less than hers?”

“You’re making this something it wasn’t,” Steel growls, leveling another rocket at him.

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t try it. We know how that goes.”

A pause. “I guess that’s true.” Steel slowly lowers his arm. “What happens now?”

“Now?” He gives a harsh laugh. “Now, we beat the crap out of each other for the cameras. And we don’t stop until one of is dead.”

“I don’t want to do that.”

“Liar,” he says calmly. “You’ve wanted that since the beginning.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you’re my enemy.”

“Do you?” Steel gives Blindspot a meaningful look. “What have I done to make you think that?”

“Left me in the Farm, for one thing.”

“I was trying to protect Ortega.” Another pause. Chen liked his pauses. “I thought you would understand that.”

“Didn’t tell me that you knew, for another.” Now who’s the one with the lists?

“You were dead. Then you were back. What did you want me to say?”

“You could’ve pulled me aside at any moment.” It was hard, to muster the anger from earlier into his voice. Even though he was angry. Even though he was furious. “Explained. Let me know what you had done before I started to get close to you.”

And there it is. The ugly truth.

They’d almost been friends. Now, they never will be.

“I fail to see what that would have accomplished.”

“I…” He let out a long groan of frustration. “It’s useless, with you. Guilty feelings aside, it’s like you don’t even realize you did something wrong.”

“I made a choice. I stand by it.”

“A choice to pick Ortega over me.”

“A choice to pick a living Ortega over a probably dead you.” Steel looks guilty, but not guilty enough to shy away from the truth. That’s something you can give him credit for, at least. “You weren’t a Ranger. There was no other choice I could make.”

“I was part of the team, damn you.” He feels so tired. “You know that. You’ve said that.”

“I do. I have.”

“So why…?” He chokes on his next words. “Forget it. Would you have made a different choice? If I wasn’t a Re-Gene?”

“I… don’t know.” Steel looked troubled by the admission.

“You don’t know,” Blindspot echoes, shaking his head. “I think you do.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You can say it. Either answer will make me hate you.” He wondered what the news chopper made of this conversation, being unable to hear it and yet still seeing him and Steel standing there, talking when they should be fighting. “Either you decided I wasn’t worth the risk because I was a Re-Gene, or you did it because I was inherently worth less than Ortega in your eyes.”

“I told you, I don’t know.”

“I could rip the answers out of your head,” he threatens without any real heat. “Your dampeners are down. You’d have no way of stopping me.”

“Do it, then.” Steel looks about as tired as Blindspot does. “I’m as curious to hear them as you are.”

He almost does.

Almost.

His will surges towards the chopper like a spike, piercing their minds with urgent thoughts of heading home. He waits until they’re out of sight to remove his helmet, exposing his face to the empty parking lot. To Chen.

“I had plans for how today was gonna go, you know.” A slight chuckle. “I was going to walk in, all righteous fury, and take my revenge.”

Chen holds his gaze. “What changed?”

Cyrus laughs, the sound free and pure away from the voice moderator. “What makes you think anything has?”

“You’re not killing me.”

“No.” He leans back, taking a seat on the hood of the nearest car, which groans under the pressure of his heavy armor. It’s a very casual act of criminality, but he doubt Chen is going to lambast him for it under the circumstances. “I guess I’m not.”

There’s a long silence. Chen breaks it first.

“I saw your interview. The one on the bridge.” A slight pause, shorter this time. “I never knew you were into politics.”

“Any system that puts people through what I want is rotten.” He puts the helmet down and lays back, staring up at the stars. “We talked about it, you know.”

“It?”

“The sky,” he clarifies, like it’s not a total non sequitur. “What it looked like. Someone… I can’t remember who… thought it’d be green.”

“Oh.” A hesitant breath. Cyrus can sense Chen’s confusion… but also his interest. “Were you disappointed?”

“With the sky? A bit,” he admits, his eyes still skyward. “Then it got dark. And I saw the stars.” The last word is uttered with an almost dreamlike longing, with the tone of breath one might reserve for speaking about a goddess.

The Farm had taken a lot from Cyrus the second time around. But it could never take away the stars.

“They’re even more beautiful in the country.” Cyrus can sense Chen has no idea why he volunteered that information, but he continues anyway. “Especially overseas.”

“I know. Ortega took me to her ranch. More than once.”

Chen nods, but he doesn’t move from where he is standing. “You know I have to take you in.”

Cyrus sighs. “You don’t. You really don’t.”

“I’m sorry.” Cyrus could hear the stunner being primed, but he didn’t bother sitting up. “But I do.”

“Using my own tech against me?” He chuckled. He’d been wondering where that old toy ended up. “That’s a new low.”

“You were dead. It was a way to honor you. And it did it’s job,” he admits.

“Not well enough,” Cyrus says, before grabbing ahold of Chen’s mind and drowning it as violently as he could. Every thought he’d had in the last four hours, every memory, every possible impression is found and ripped out, violently brutally, viciously, without the slightest hint of mercy or consideration being given for the sanctity of his mind. By the time he is done, Chen is a drooling puddle on the floor, unconscious thrice over. Blindspot barely gives him a second glance as he walks away into the night.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🏳️‍⚧️ Trans Rights Readathon (March 22nd - March 29th)

🩵 Let's promote trans books, authors, and voices. Find books by trans authors and/or featuring trans main characters below!

🩵 She Who Became the Sun 🩷 From a Shadow Grave 🤍 The Unbroken 🩵 Detransition, Baby 🩷 Meanwhile, Elsewhere 🤍 Finna 🩵 Unwieldy Creatures 🩷 Upright Women Wanted 🤍 Eat the Rich 🩵 Lost Boi 🩷 A Dream of a Woman 🤍 I Kissed Shara Wheeler

🩵 The Sunbearer Trials 🩷 This Day Changes Everything 🤍 I Shall Never Fall in Love 🩵 Godly Heathens 🩷 Hell Followed With Us 🤍 Most Ardently 🩵 Venom & Vow 🩷 Self-Made Boys 🤍 The Companion 🩵 Mistakes Were Made 🩷 Wherever is Your Heart 🤍 Manhunt

🩵 Felix Ever After 🩷 Always the Almost 🤍 The Summer Love Strategy 🩵 Infinity Alchemist 🩷 Across a Field of Starlight 🤍 Her Majesty's Royal Coven 🩵 A Lesson in Vengeance 🩷 A Dark and Hollow Star 🤍 Once & Future 🩵 The Never Tilting World 🩷 The All-Consuming World 🤍 Light From Uncommon Stars

🩵 The Passing Playbook 🩷 The Out Side: Trans and Nonbinary Comics 🤍 The Lost Coast 🩵 The Heartbreak Bakery 🩷 The Prospects 🤍 The Honeys 🩵 May the Best Man Win 🩷 A Lady for a Duke 🤍 Transmogrify!: 14 Fantastical Tales of Trans Magic 🩵 The Avant-Guards 🩷 Nectar 🤍 One Last Stop

🩵 Iron Widow 🩷 Horse Barbie 🤍 The Collection: Short Fiction from the Transgender Vanguard 🩵 Cheer Up: Love and Pompoms 🩷 Cemetery Boys 🤍 Love & Other Disasters 🩵 The Diablo's Curse 🩷 Not Your Sidekick 🤍 Out of Salem 🩵 Chef's Kiss 🩷 Dreadnought: Nemesis 🤍 The Witch King

🩵🩷🤍 ** Though I double-checked the books on this list, I haven't read most of them. I apologize for any mistakes.

[snowboyclarkov]

Rago 101 - The God of Destruction

Rago, known as the Child of the Black Sun and the 10th legendary blader, is regarded as the most powerful blader in the Beyblade verse by most of anyone who isn't a Ryuga fanboy/fangirl, and almost certainly a Brooklyn fanboy/fangirl. I've seen Brooklyn and Rago fans fighting in the comments. This is a series in which power scaling is quite difficult, especially for Burst which if using the same criteria as for Bakuten Shoot or Metal Fight could be anywhere from Wall level to Galaxy level, but can be done. Someone power-scaled and said that the Beyblade Burst verse in particular was Universe level via scaling to Dante and Gwyn, their personal realms/spaces where their Spirit (their bey partner/friend/creation) resides and various moves by the 'master' of their respective beyblades. To put that idea into perspective, it means that if Arthur Peregrine and Origami Tobiichi were to battle, Arthur would curb-stomp Origami into the dirt.

Regardless, there's a reason Rago was chosen by Nemesis itself as the only person worthy of wielding it in battle. It ended up taking the combined power of all the world's bladers, likely over 6,000,000,000 people, to even match Rago and his partner/Spirit/deity Diablo Nemesis. More accurately, since by that point Rago had died and had his spirit absorbed into the God of Destruction, the power of all bladers was up against Nemesis. It's still the same bey though, so whether it was Rago or Nemesis blading with Diablo doesn't really matter. The fact that he didn't even use Armageddon in the final clash with Gingka's Super Cosmic Nova to me suggests that Nemesis wasn't quite at full tilt. No surprise, that deity was rather cocky believing that 'worms' as it called humans could never beat it, even when all together at once.

I have seen claims that Rago has the power of all the world's bladers in his bey, but that isn't the case. Rago himself said that Nemesis has the powers of every blader it has fought and of every blader it's opponents have ever fought as well. But then Pluto blatantly said that it does have exactly that, so perhaps it is a trickle-down effect. (e.g. Power absorption/translation: Rago/Nemesis <- Opponent <- Everyone who Opponent battled <- Every adversary of everyone who battled Opponent <- So on and so forth). To avoid a no-limits fallacy, it is likely needed to apply a simple limit that Nemesis can't gain the powers of someone who is more powerful than it at the time of attempt. It's still one of the most overpowered hax ever.

"When it absorbed your legendary beys, that was not the end. It gained the power of every bey you've ever fought as well, from the first time you battled to the last." - Rago | "Nemesis possesses the power of every bey in the world, you understand? Every bey, and surpasses all in attack, defence and stamina. It is the strongest bey in history." - Pluto

To point out something, there are three Nemesis'. The bey, the god and the star, but they are all one existence too. It seems to be equivalent to the Holy Trinity, with the star Nemesis as the Father, the god Nemesis as the Son and the beyblade Nemesis as the Holy Spirit.

The Black Sun is meant to be the hypothetical star Nemesis. There was a theory in astrophysics that the Sun had a dwarf star twin that would periodically pass by the Oort Cloud or the Kuiper Belt (one of the two) in its incredibly long orbit, and send bodies hurtling into the solar system. The star known as Nemesis was a potential candidate for various mass extinctions that Earth has suffered.

This post is a simple list of a few things that Rago can do. I'd say become more powerful in every category via centrifugal force but to me that's a moot point. Frankly, Beyblade is absurd. It's on the same level as the Touhou Project verse, which is absurd in and of itself. That goes for the Metal Saga, and it may also go for Bakuten Shoot and even Burst. The latter of which would push the boundaries of absurdity.

The Many Things Rago (and Nemesis) Are Capable Of:

Corrupt people to become mind slaves to the will of Nemesis. (Pluto did this to Dynamis via the Black Sun's energy, which Nemesis is basically made of. This one seems to be restricted to whoever has the pendant Dynamis wears, so it's not really effective on anyone else.)

Absorb people and/or their souls into itself.* (Nemesis did this to Hades, then to Rago and Pluto - in Rago's case, Nemesis took on his voice and personality though it briefly used Pluto's voice.)

Cause natural disasters such as severe thunderstorms, wildfires, earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, firestorms and volcanic eruptions at unnaturally high levels on a global scale. (Rago did this before Ryuga turned up, and Nemesis did it as a side-effect while battling Gingka.)

Cause global electrical black-outs. (Rago did this as a side-effect before Ryuga arrived to challenge him to battle.)

Correctly foresee future events.* (Nemesis predicted its own revival thousands of years before it happened.)

Absorb a person's power and gain their abilities, plus gain the abilities of everyone said person has ever fought with. (Nemesis absorbed power from various sources over thousands of years in preparation for its revival, and when it absorbs the powers of its opponent, it also gains the abilities of everyone that opponent has ever battled.)

Summon the Black Sun from its 26,000,000 year orbit cycle to the Earth. (Nemesis did this shortly after breaking out of Zeus' Barrier.)

Open up gateways to different universes. (Rago seemingly did this against Ryuga.)

Create barriers to protect itself or trap others. (Rago pulled this against the legendary bladers, to prevent them from being able to seal Nemesis.)

Seemingly be made of the universe itself, like some kind of abstract eldritch horror.* (Nemesis is basically a hulking divine mass of fluctuating intergalactic space given shape.)

Destroy spirits and/or souls. (Diablo Nemesis does this to all of the Spirits of the legendary bladers' beys when battling Gingka.)

Replicate the spirits of those whose powers they have taken in. (Rago and Nemesis both do this repeatedly against their opponents, it's their go to battle method.)

Erase all of existence itself on a universal scale at minimum. (Rago stated that once he and Nemesis were done, literally nothing would be left, and that they would create a new existence out of that nothingness, like the birth of a new reality.)

Resurrect itself after being killed. (The Spirit of the bey Diablo Nemesis can return after being destroyed, though a bey usually stops spinning once the Spirit is killed with exceptions, as long as the bey itself can still spin. Basically every bey with a Spirit can do this.)

Be resistant if not immune to power absorption. (Ryuga tried and failed to absorb the power of Diablo Nemesis into L-Drago.)

This isn't even getting into the powers Rago has due to absorbing the abilities of countless people. Basically, just research every single decent blader in the Metal Saga verse and count what they can do. Rago can do all of that too. This includes:

Universe creation [Faust/Damian/Dynamis]

Revealing the past via a separate realm [Dynamis]

Control over gravity [Julian]

Creating an electromagnetic field [Zeo (Byxis)]

Creating auroras [Dynamis]

Opening the gates to Hell [Damian]

Teleporting to different places [Ryuga]

Warping the fabric of reality in a universe** [Kyoya/Damian]

Transporting people between universes [Dynamis]

Creating an empty space of non-existence [Chris]

Astral projection at sizes dwarfing a galaxy [Faust]

Complete control over wind [Kyoya]

Full control over time and space, including creating seemingly hyper-massive black holes within which space-time becomes broken and ceases to exist*** [Faust]

*The asterisk means only Nemesis can do these. Rago can't.

**Kyoya did this when Hades (basically Hell) was turned into the Wild. Damian then reversed it by turning the Wild back into Hades.

***Faust's power is based on the Theory of Relativity, most likely General Relativity but maybe also Special Relativity. It's almost certain that the inside of Tempo's black holes are based on the Singularity, a potentially 0-D point of possibly infinite density where the laws of reality break down. The fact that Pegasus and Striker were still spinning but had stopped in place, and that Gingka and Masamune were frozen solid, alongside the scientific basis of Tempo suggests that time itself doesn't exist inside Tempo's black holes, and space with it. It is just a void of nothingness. Similar to non-existence then, but not quite that. Probably Rago's pipe dream.

[notanemployeeatbellereve]

Suicide Squad Members both Past and Present (Minus both Captain Boomerangs)

Amanda Waller

Rick Flag Jr

Rick Flag Sr

Deadshot

Bronze Tiger

Enchantress

Blockbuster

Briscoe

Karin Grace 

Mindboggler

Nemesis

Nightshade

Plastique

Black Orchid

Penguin

Killer Frost (Louise Lincoln)

Multiplex

Slipknot

Parasite (Rudy Jones)

Manhunter/Privateer

Duchess

Speedy

Vixen

Mr. 104

Weasel

Psi

Javelin

Captain Cold

Shade the Changing Man

Oracle

Count Vertigo

Dr. Light

Punch

Jewelee

Shrike

Ravan

Lady Liberty

Silent Majority

Major Victory

Poison Ivy

Atom

Thinker

Schrek

Stalnoivolk

Black Adam

Catalyst

Enforcer

Firehawk

Maser

Karma

Outlaw

Silver Swan

Sportsmaster

The Writer

King Shark

Knockout

Sam Makoa

Sidearm

Quartzite

Shrapnel

Thermal

Flex

Bolt

Cameron Chase

Copperhead

Sledge

Plasmus

Manchester Black

Chemo

Steel

Mongul

Sgt. Frank Rock

Big Sir

Bulldozer

Clock King

Cluemaster

Major Disaster

Multi-Man

Havana

Modem

Larvanaut

Eliza

Putty

Blackstarr

Reactron

Solomon Grundy

Hawkman

Power Girl

Star-Spangled Kid

Wildcat

Double Down

Atom Smasher

Persuader

Electrocutioner

Icicle

Mirror Master (Evan McCulloch)

Tattooed Man

Bane

The General

King Faraday

Marauder

Thinker II

White Dragon

Twister

Blackguard

Windfall

Virtuoso

Yasemin Soze

Black Spider

El Diablo

Harley Quinn 

Savant

Voltaic

Yo-Yo

Crowbar

Iceberg

Lime

Light

The Unknown Soldier

James Gordon Jr.

Cheetah

Power Girl

Warrant

Steel

Black Manta

Deathstroke

Joker's Daughter

Reverse Flash (Daniel West)

Parasite (Joshua Michael Allen)

The Hunky Punk

Katana

Killer Croc

Mad Dog

Killer Frost (Caitlin Snow)

General Zod

Juan Soria

Lord Satanis

Master Jailer

Merlyn

Rag Doll

Scream Queen

Shimmer

Tao Jones

Skorpio

Baby Boom

Zoomax

Lawman

Snakebite

Lok

Cavalier

Magpie

The Shark (totally different guy from King Shark)

Zebra-Man

The Aerie

Chaos Kitten

Deadly Six

Fin

Jog

Osita

Thylacine

Wink

Black Mask

Film Freak

Peacemaker

Shrike (Boone)

Culebra

Exit

Mindwarp

Nocturna

Match

Talon

Branch

Keymaster

Warp

Bloodsport

Ambush Bug

Black Siren

Nightmare Nurse

Heat Wave

Major Force

KGBeast

Victor Zsasz

Madame Crow

Black Hand

Etrigan the Brainiac 666

Gunbunny

Gunhawk

Gentleman Ghost

Juniper

Klarion the Witch Boy

Snargoyle (deceased)

Wither

Aladdin

Alchemaster (deceased)

Doctor Thaumaturge 

Etrigan

Azucar

Black Bison

Pigeon

Johnny Sorrow

Rustam

Doctor Polaris

Emerald Empress

Lobo

Cyclotron

Behemoth

Leviathan

Zizz

Bloodletter

Akando

Giganta

Brainwave

Doctor Destiny

Doctor Psycho

Dubbilex

Hector Hammond

Jemm

Looker

Manchester Black

Maxwell Lord

Mento

Psimon

Acero

Dulce

El Dorado

El Gaucho

Monstruo

Silb��n

Zachary Zatara

Mirror Master (Sam Scudder)

Parademon

Fisherman

Lor-Zod

Clayface

Polkadot Man

Gotham/Bane (idk some dude named Henry Clover Jr.?)

Man-Bat

Arkham Knight

Sundowner

Mr. Bloom

Two-Face

Mr. Freeze

Deadbolt

Lashina

Luke Fox

The Verdict

T.D.K.

Ratcatcher II

Killer Frost (Crystal Frost)

Ten Eyed Man

@ednygmaaskme I'm sorry it's long as hell. I also want to apologize in advance if this list has duplicates. It's hard to keep track.

[sapphire-weapon]

It’s been pretty much given in terms of remakes we’re getting re5 next but I was wondering why a group of people are so passionate about code Veronica being next? Wouldn’t re1 remake (yes again because as much as some people wanna deny it I don’t believe it’s enjoyable for younger players, I mean talking from experience I played through but I wasn’t exactly having fun) make more sense first then re cvx? Re5 story is a little confusing without knowing re1 lore sure but re cvx just straight up doesn’t make any sense if you haven’t been watched or played re1 or does it?

sorry i'm in the "don't remake REmake" camp. as far as i'm concerned, REmake is a perfect game.

i'm about to be really annoying about this, actually LOL sorry

bc that's not a title i give lightly. there's a whole list of games that i consider to be the greatest games ever made (RE4, OG FF7, uncharted 2, yakuza 0, devil may cry 3, xenogears, diablo 2 -- just to name a few off the top of my head) that are not perfect games. they all have flaws, they all have things i can and will bitch about if asked.

REmake and hades.

that's it.

those are the only two games that i consider to be perfect, without a single flaw or thing to complain about. i sat here for like 20 minutes and wracked my brain for another game to put on that list, and i can't find one.

everything about REmake from art style to level design to atmosphere to pacing to enemy design to sound design to voice acting to writing quality to atmosphere to controls (now that 3D controls have been implemented) -- all of it is flawless.

any remake of REmake would be a lesser experience. there is nothing you can do to make that game better.

if it was still using the old tank control system, i would maybe agree with you on the accessibility aspect for younger audiences, but 3D controls modernize the game completely.

you personally may not have liked the fixed camera angles, but there is an artistic merit to them in REmake specifically that would take away from the overall experience of the game if they were to be removed and replaced with an over-the-shoulder camera.

this game released in 2002.

it is older than or as old as a decent chunk of my followers.

do you realize how fucking insane that is, for this game to be that old and still look like this? there's not a single other game on the planet that holds up artistically 21 years later the way that REmake does.

for reference, other games that released in 2002 include vice city, morrowind, bloodrayne, eternal darkness, and kingdom hearts 1. none of them hold up. not a single goddamn one.

and it looks this good because of its art style, which includes pre-rendered backgrounds that you can't do/use without fixed camera angles.

in fact, part of the reason why RE3make was received so poorly is because RE3 doesn't work without fixed camera angles, either, because of the way that nemesis and his encounters were originally designed/developed. he's not a 1:1 comparison to Mr. X in RE2. nemesis encounters were highly scripted and made use of the fixed camera angles and limited visibility in order to make them tense. taking those things away just turned nemesis and his encounters into minor inconveniences rather than the setpieces they were meant to be.

like... RE3make was fine. but that's all it was, because it really lost something in translation.

even RE4make has real legitimate criticism to be leveled at it in terms of the change in art style leading to a change in atmosphere from OG. RE4make does not feel the same way OGRE4 does. something got lost there in the environment and sound design. RE4make just happened to add more than it lost, which RE3make didn't pull off -- and a re-REmake would fall short the same way.

that is why people are calling for CVX to be remade before RE5 and not RE1.

because there is no reason to remake REmake. not a single goddamn one. it can't be remade to be better. it just can't. because remaking it would cause it to lose more than it would gain. because it is already a perfect game.

[masterofdemise]

Was having some thoughts about Solar Swap AU Dynamis and his dynamic to Pluto.

Dynamis has always had a weird and complicated obsession with Pluto. He'll always find a way to try and play chess against him, figure out who is better at an obscure challenge, anything to prove that he is "better".

Dynamis's one and only goal has been to revive Nemesis and destroy it all. Everything he does at Olympus Corp, is for Nemesis. His entire life is dedicated to fulfilling Zeus's prophecy and the only person who really stood in his way when it came to this goal prior to Fury is, you guessed it, Pluto. Pluto is his one real opposition, the only thing that can really challenge him and provide him just an ounce of excitement in his miserable life.

Dynamis is a stubborn and conflicted person, who can't ever understand what he truly wants. He hates Pluto because with all the energy Dynamis spends in opposing Pluto, Pluto will never fully redirect that same hatred back to him. Pluto is not the one obsessed with the prophecy like Dynamis is, he has a life outside of that. Dynamis hates how successful Pluto is despite how similar they are. Dynamis wants Pluto to be hateful and filled with revenge like he is, and yet, he never does. In fact, Pluto doesn't even truly hate Dynamis, expressing multiple times to Dynamis that he wants him to stop his plan of Nemesis, rather than just telling him to perish.

Dynamis doesn't want Pluto to be his friend, because why should they when their families have been at each other's throats for centuries. Dynamis wants Pluto to hate him, but he also doesn't want him to HATE him. If Dynamis really wanted to make Pluto despise him, he could have harmed Johannes and Motti, or done a myriad of things, but he doesn't. If Pluto despises him too soon, then his plan will fail. He knows, that even if they end up in a draw or a tie, Pluto will always be superior to him because Pluto actually has other people to catch him when he falls.

Dynamis has always had people who cared about him, but he doesn't want to admit it. He can't be like Pluto, he can't live a normal life. If Dynamis shows an ounce of attachment, he won't be able to revive Nemesis. Every person that tried to help him during Fury ends up being betrayed or harmed by Dynamis one way or another. If he hurts all the people who only want the best for him, then what kind of fool would want to help a monster like him. Dynamis must go to the final tower with nothing to lose, or he'll end up like Pluto, who has everything to lose.

Its not until the very last moments where Dynamis is fighting the Legendary Bladers with Diablo Nemesis, that Dynamis finally truly embraces his hatred. He tells Pluto how much he despises every fiber of his being. He tells him how he will make sure he is the last to die so Pluto can finally hate him the way Dynamis has always wanted him to.

And even with all that, Pluto still doesn't hate him. Pluto knows that somewhere deep down, there is a bit of light in Dynamis. Pluto can't ever bring himself to hate Dynamis, not after all the things they went through together. Pluto has seen through Dynamis, but Dynamis still can't see himself.

In Dynamis's final moments, when Pluto reaches out to save him, Dynamis decides he'd rather plummet to his death and drown in the ocean than face his own failures and the reality of his actions. As he falls, he begins to feel an ounce of sorrow for all the people who looked up to him. He sends a telepathic message to Pluto, telling him to tell all his Olympus Corporation allies that he is "sorry" (This is another complicated topic that I'll cover in another post). Before Pluto can return a proper message, Dynamis smiles and communicates one last word.

"Checkmate."

Pluto screams for Dynamis but it's too late, he's gone already.

It's one last "screw you" to Pluto. Dynamis wants to think he achieved the final victory, but he knows this isn't true. He lost the war, and it was all his own fault.

[marlutterianae]

DEMONS OF DISMALIA - THE HELLISH BARON.

“Hark! You beautiful brutes. Learn now how these Pre-apocalyptic Regals were sealed inside marrow sarcophagi carved from the rib columns of their living palaces of pain to survive the supermassive onslaught brought upon those domains of noble blood by the Magal Mages. And thus they slumbered, preserving their lucidity, entranced ethereally to foresee their own demise as their surroundings were scorched by meteoric fire, peeling off with flesh eating winds the organic hyper structure and corroding it with bile rain. And yet, they survived.

Once the tectonic plates aligned with the stars of the Nightmare Above, the gravitational pressure predicted by the Barons cracked their encasing of fossilized bone. They arose amongst a mausoleum to their dead glory gnawing at the remnants of the vitality of their palace, before settling down the board of their next game; which was Dismalia itself. The Barons are ready to play.”

El Diablo, Player of the Strings of Fate. 

Bloody Bishops, Cruel Commanders and Overlords of the Dismal Lands; these are the most lucid Regal Demons that are known by the Guilds.

When the Rokyu Inquisitor of Dismalia, Donna the Vicious, ventured beneath Phobos leading a group of Elite Hunters composed of Adrian’s Rokyu Chosen; Koi, Zorch and Zipactly; they spectacularly slaughtered, their heads displayed like mocking trophies to the remaining Sanguine Belial Huntress, who fought with an inhuman ferocity never before witnessed by the Regal, and taking its head in a blazing of baneful fire, which burnt her eyes and crept into her brain. The death of ONE Baron was not a triumph, but a beacon, for the Hellish Baron is not one but three entities in different bodies; the Rokyu Donna had her eyes cursed by the fiend and now its consciousness resides inside of her burnt sockets. The other two brothers of that one Hellish Baron now have tasted the strength of the Hunters of this new world, and are ready to adjust their strategies. 

"Behold the city, my prima Donna. We made a fortified heaven out of this prison. My Dismalia… Our theater, shielding the Kingdom from the nightmares beyond. Hunting for Demons is our strength and the skull you brought as your trophy proves it even after refusing to tattoo it and absorb its vital force into your own.”.“ Spoke the Hunt Master Adrian Romero, Leader of the Rokyu Lodge of Phobos. 

“I do not consider that demon to be my true nemesis. Tradition insists that we should only carve on us the demons whose power we desire! Yet, I feel like this one has hexed me, Master. I do not want its blood on my skin.” Replied the eyeless huntress, now the last of his master’s chosen, worth proven but tainted by a greater evil. 

... ART BY:  - ElizBee. [ https://twitter.com/ElizBee5 ]  - Nathan Anderson. [ http://www.nathanandersonart.com/ ]  - Paul Paloma. [ https://twitter.com/pavlvsjp ]