#wheel of destruction

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Wheel of Destruction - Character Selection

(See here for Introduction!)

Who should we play for this module? (Note: Characters have different skills and stats, and that may affect the outcome of the game! Choose carefully!)

Character sheets with stats, skills and equipment below the cut! (Or just go with your heart!)

(Fun fact: You may notice that Robin has a circus connection here. This module was published in 1985, so it's pre-Crisis canon!)

[panzerdrako]

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Reincarnation Bluesverse + Will Wood lyrics

1.1 & 1.2 (couldn't decide which I liked better so have two of them) & 2

Fic: @reblogincarnation-blues's The Mirrored Heart chapter 1

Song: ... well, better than the alternative

3

Fic: @marypsue's What Friends Are For

Song: BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA

4 & 5

Fic: @marypsue's Something Borrowed, Something Blues chapter 17

Song: Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer's Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus)

Kept these very fast and loose to try to break out of a creative slump. Based more off of vibes than silly trivial things like canon and facts and anatomy. None of these should be taken literally or metaphorically or physiologically or radiologically. Twice divorced gray eyesed Ian still lives rent free in my head sorry

[von-leg]

Color wheel meme I never posted here !! The theme was underated mangas that I need everyone to read rn.

[onaperduamedee]

"Was it hard?" "What?"

[skittlewaffle]

SUNSPOT MENTIONED 100% REAL NOT FAKE NO CLICKBAIT

[esteemed-excellency]

Re: Hiram and the Judgements. Presently, his soulless condition is the only thing that keeps him from going ballistic. He firmly believes in everyone's right to break the Chain and corrupt the Laws (there's a reason why he's so aligned with hell), but right now he has no idea how much the existence of the Judgements actually bothers him. They're a big problem of course, but they're nothing that he can't deal with, he just needs to add more pieces to the cosmic puzzle in his brain, just a few more dots on his personal red string board. He approaches them with irrational hubris and rational curiosity. Just like a cosmic Rubik's cube that's somehow capable of playing 5D chess.

But the minute he regains a soul? He's nuking those bastards. No Laws no Chain no chess no rubik cube. He has all the power of hubris AND sheer hatred on his side. Unprecedented levels of being So Fucking Mad about the current state of the universe. The stars think they're so funny, well he's about to be hilarious. He's sooo ready for the sunless skies timeline.

[dustteller]

Reading He Who Drowned the World and honestly Baoxiang has no right to be as bitchy as he is about Ouyang squandering Esen's love or whatever. Baoxiang is genuinely convinced that Esen loathes him. No you dumb bitch, your brother loves you and the reason he's giving you a hard time is because he wants you to be safe and happy and healthy. Yeah, he sucks at expressing it, and his efforts are misguided (bc the toxic masculinity gender rolesis fucking up Esen as much as it's fucking up everyone else), but Esen very much does love Baoxiang deeply. Every time Baoxiang remembers a time when Esen "enjoyed his fear" or whatever, I can only think of these parts of Esen's POV from the first book:

Esen's first instinct is to defend his brother. The only reason he doesn't is bc Baoxiang leaves before he can. And Baoxiang glares at him bc he assumes that Esen agrees with Altan and won't defend him, but no, Esen WANTED to defend him and it's Baoxiang that took away his oportunity to do so.

And a bit later, we have this interaction. Baoxiang assumes (again) that Esen would hate him if he was gay, and immediately goes on the defensive. Meanwhile, Esen literally does not care about this except for how it would affect his brother's reputation. He's just WORRIED. He doesn't care if Baoxiang is gay or whatever, but he's deeply aware that if he IS it would put him in more danger. Because, again, he cares about his brother, and he hates seeing what he assumes is Baoxiang making his own life harder.

And it's heartbreaking bc Baoxiang will probably never realize how much Esen adores him. He's so jealous of Ouyang for having his brother's heart without realizing that Esen sees him as his beloved baby brother and is desperately trying to protect him from a world that he KNOWS is cruel to him. Baoxiang will never know that his greatest supporter and the only person that loved him unconditionally was Esen. And maybe it would be WORSE if he realized how dear he was to Esen, because the realization that all thise things that caused him pain were borne out of a deep, unconditional LOVE and not the disdain he's convinced himself Esen felt for him might break him. Baoxiang has deluded himself into simplifying Esen's feelings for him into those of hate and disdain because its so much harder to accept that the person you love the most has destroyed you out of love. Baoxiang is doing the exact same thing Ouyang does in convincing himself that he's unlovable and relishing in the world's response as a form of self-harm. And Esen, who is genuinely trying (and floundering horribly) is a great tool for Baoxiang to use to tear himself apart.

And, on the other hand, Esen will never realize how much damage his attempts to help Baoxiang caused. He loves him so much, bc that's his baby brother! It's his job to protect him! But Esen has been raised as the golden poster child of a Mongol Warrior Man, a perfect pinacle of masculinity, and is thus doomed to only being able to express his love and acceptance for Baoxiang through a tough love, lets sand down all the edges to remove friction approach. For him, pushing Baoxiang into a box IS an act of love. It's the act of saying I love and accept you, and so I will help you succeed in all the things you're bad at so that everyone will love you too. Except by doing this, he doesn't realize how awful he's being and how he's asking someone that CANT ever fit the mold to break himself in the attempt. He's a perfect Mongol Warrior Man after all, and as such he has never been given the tools to express his affection in a healthy way. He will never truly understand how much he's an asshole, not because he is lacking in love (as Baoxiang assumes) or because he is incapable of sympathizing (as ouyang thinks), but because understanding is not something allowed of him and his role in society. At the end of the day, Esen is as much a slave to his role as all the other characters are, and now he's dead he will never be able to break free of the assumptions people have made of him. He went to his grave having destroyed the people he loved most, and now he will never have the chance to prove their assumptions wrong as be better.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

good luck taking care of yourself

[psychokinetic-ectoplasm]

Roy, Love at First Sight (1977), Part 6/?

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Wheel of Destruction - Equipment Selection

Our chosen champion for this adventure is: NIGHTWING!

Since we're taking over for Batman on this case, we get to choose any THREE pieces of Bat equipment to take along! (Full character sheet below, but tl;dr is we already have: Combat Disk, Gas Mask, Stun Bomb and Wrist Rockets)

Here's our stat block:

Skills: Acrobatics: 10; Charisma: 9; Detective: 7; Gadgetry: 8; Martial Arts: 7; Military Science: 7; Scholar: 7 (History, Literature); Scientist: 7; Thief: 7; Vehicles: 10

Dex: 7 Str: 4 Body: 6

Int: 7 Will: 6 Mind: 7

Infl: 8 Aura: 6 Spirit: 5

Equipment:

Combat Disk [Str: 0 Dex: 0 Body: 8]; HP Cost: 34, Uses: 7, Duration: 10

Gas Mask [Str: 0 Dex: 0 Body: 0]; HP Cost: 4, Uses: 2, Duration: 10, Powers: Systematic Antidote: 8 APs

Stun Bomb [Str: 0 Dex: 0 Body: 0]; HP Cost: 17, Uses: 1, Duration: 1, Powers: Explosive Effect: 3 APs

Wrist Rockets [Str: 5 Dex: 0 Body: 5]; HP Cost: 4, Uses: 1, Duration: 8

Connections: New York Police (high-level), Wayne Foundation (high-level)

Motivation: Seeks Justice

Wealth: Multimillionaire

Job: Multimillionaire

Race: Human

[rassilon-imprimatur]

SUSAN: “I can't, Mister Chesterton. You can't simply work on three of the dimensions.”

IAN: “Three of them? Oh, time being the fourth dimension, I suppose? Then what do you need E for? What do you make the fifth dimension?”

SUSAN: “Space.”

“DOCTOR: Yes, the planet Quinnis, of the fourth universe.”

VICKI: “Time [fourth dimension], like space [fifth dimension], though a dimension in itself, has dimensions of its own.” 

THE RILLS: “Though we are beings of separate planets, you from the solar system and we from another space, our ways of thought, at times, do not seem all that different.”

MALPHA: “Suppose they send a message through this universe?”

[...]

MALPHA: “This is indeed an historic moment in the history of the universe. We six from the outer galaxies, joining with the power from the solar system, the Daleks!”

Revisiting this post of mine after rewatching Galaxy 4 and fixating on the Rills’ phrasing a little. Playing with the Hartnell era’s outdated (often intentionally) or kitschy, already rusted “space-age” approach to cosmology. 

The outdated way of viewing galaxies as “island universes,” the idea of “galaxy” and “universe” being interchangeable terms. “Space” as something just as surreal, strange, as “Time,” with multiple dimensions of its own. The reverberation, the haunted humming, of evil and machine monsters tapping into a sort’ve “cosmic unreality.” The night sky endless “island universes” drifting past, beside, and through each other. Different galaxies, sure, but evidently equal as different dimensions, entirely different definitions of “space” and “universe.” Different properties. Dreamlike. Child’s logic. 

And this approach to space sort’ve slips away textually with Troughton, replaced with the eerie, spooky sense of vast space, of whole worlds and universes hidden in the folds of humming velvet black, but it still... I dunno. 

And it’s all so... empty. 

Perhaps, to jump a few eras and (extreme) aesthetics later, distressingly empty. 

[aflawedfashion]

We’ve seen a few little clips in the trailers of Lan fighting in this last episode. I hope we get to see Moiraine throw some fire balls. What better way for them to celebrate Moiraine getting her powers back than by obliterating their enemies together.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[extravalgant]

PART 2 OF MY SECONDARY SCHOOL POSTS!! since i recently rbed something about them thinking about doing school-centric pips and what it means for both my own lore and how i might interpret more of these into canon... +_+

storm/myth

the two sides of a violent coin; the yearning to create, to consume as much as possible, before destroying it with your own hands. it feels like the wild beat of rain against your face, of wet ink smearing across your fingertips, a gold-tipped nib piercing through paper. it looks like the eye of the storm in the worst typhoon you’ve ever seen—but your mind is as clear as day.

life/death

it’s the idea that you are part of the cycle—when something is born, it ultimately dies, and that’s it. but you can bring life to it once more, and you do. it looks like gold pouring into the cracks of a shattered pot like kintsugi, feels like the first breath you take after being brought back from death in the heat of battle. 

balance/life

it feels like the flora already knows of your own destiny before you do—twisting vines that mangle and warp themselves across ancient ruins; that there is a cycle that even you cannot escape from. it’s the toll of a grandfather clock, the first leaf of a baby sprout, and it’s the indescribable feeling in your chest that feels a connection to the old, oaken trees. 

myth/ice

it feels like a brain freeze—unable to move until it's over, clawing at your head as information files itself neatly into stacks against your skull, or spills into your mind like papers thrown hastily off a desk. visions come blinding and bright, and laid before you is a path of snow, footsteps already leading to your destination.

fire/storm

it feels like the low, dark rumble of an incoming thunderstorm; as lightning crashes upon tumultuous ocean waves. the thick stench of ozone descends upon them; passion that burns away to anger, bubbling hot and low in their stomach until they explode violently and messy like a volcano, leaving ruin in their wake.

[teardropsonsmyguitar]

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