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Concept that I don't think I've seen suggested yet: the beacons aren't being consecrated/desecrated, at least not in the assumed fashion. They're actually absorbing the (un)life-force of the people around it.
That's why the humans revive after death - the beacons return some of the life-force they absorbed.
imo best drag scenes in the avatar verse are bars on miscellaneous isolated fire nation islands, Republic City Underground, and southern water tribe neighborhood in Omashu. I've been there I know this.
My headcanons for how Instant Matter works in CrossCode!
According to my headcanon, IM constructs in crossworlds are generally one of the following:
Static Constructs: Homogenous volumes which are controlled directly by Environment Servers (fake terrain, boxes, platforms, destructible plants)
Flexible Constructs: Complex volumes which have varying material properties throughout and have more moving parts, still controlled by Environment Servers. (NPCs, Enemies, Certain puzzle objects)
Or Avatars: Advanced objects full of sensors and circuitry made from Instant Matter, which are indirectly commanded by Player Servers, taking in movement instructions and outputting sensory data.
The fact that Avatars can provide players a full sensory experience means there MUST be something going on in there beyond being just 'solid holograms,' so this is how I think they work!
…how would surgeries work in a world with soulmates that share injuries (or at least pain)?
Does the recipient taking anesthetic block their partner from feeling the pain? What about the partner - if they take anesthetic, will it help with shared pain? If the partner needs something, do doctors have some sort of standardized code for contacting them through the bond to inform them regardless of if their contact information is known (e.g. with a pattern of needle pokes)?
And especially if no such drugs exist, what are the paradigms for dealing with it? Are surgeries designed differently to try to minimize the pain in ways other than just anesthetic? Do special hospital rooms exist for people to hang out in while their partners get surgery? And after a procedure is done, would the partner need recovery time too?
Worldbuilding rambles #1
What is a Utopia exactly? Let's make one.
A land without problems. Housing? There's countless plants, ground corals and zooplanta that grow around the world, forming elaborate and easy to inhabit burrows for anyone to reside in. Food? The spores/seeds of said vegetation are highly nutritious, and the populations of countless swarming animals are maintained healthy by predators in the wild; Hunting is easy via kill-pits, formed naturally via said vegetation. Water? Rains, and again, vegetation that stores water in various ways; Open bowls, root canisters, and leaf water bulbs.
I'm picturing something like if Scorn (biomech world) had Pandora's (JC Avatar) vibe.
What problems could possibly arise from there, one might ask? I believe there would be, still, just… With lesser stakes.
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Do you have any army structures in your projects? Ranks, divisions sizes, names, et.c.
I always thought irl armies got confusing as hell naming systems and lots of inconsistency. Like if some big ass general at some point hated being called general because it sounds bad so he invents some "Grand Admiral" rank or something idk. I've had a complex rank system (which I am ought to use in Voice of Steel) with… I think about 50+ ranks?
But also have been thinking of systems like… Based on powers of two, on multiples of ten, on dozenal numbers, et.c. In terms of division sizes that is.
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It's… Curious how oftentimes folks try to make gods of opposites and all for worldbuilding, uniting way too many ideologies that end up just. Too vague.
I thought of a matrix of gods of sorts, it being a 3x3x3 cube with dimensions of:
Benevolence vs Malevolence (keeping to the Four Universal Rules, or not keeping to them for personal profit)
Order vs Chaos (stagnation, or change)
Creation vs Destruction
The whole thing can be expanded into a tesseract by adding another axis, or even higher hypercubes, by adding even more axis. Each time, the amount of "alignments" of this sort will triple. So, there's 3, 9, 27, 81, et.c. alignments possible. Benevolent, orderly destruction - And you get a crusader god of sorts, a blind judge with a sword off to serve the Steel Law.
Malevolent, chaotic creation - And you get cancer cells, which spread out and bring land to ruin with their presence.
I love those meta ideas because this already sounds flawed. Who is to judge what is what? Who is who? Misused, this system will be used to motivate genocide and whatnot.
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Concept: Suit-heroica.
The whole idea of this is that it is the suits that bring people powers. Think Ironman, who, even though he is hella smart rich and everything without the armor, does rely on his MARKs about 95% of the time.
Characters wear mantles of heroes, and gain powers related to them. Can be just one clothespiece, like a cape, mask, hat that gives you these powers. But could be also the stereotypical spandex or outright, yet again, Ironman-type full-body suit of armor.
The "heroes" live on, changing "wearers" over time. Some hunters take away the powerful clothespieces and wear several at once; Some kind of Tiger Amulet, Wizard Cloak, and idk, Spring-Heel Jack Boots. In total, you get people who would rather be what they are not - Just to have the powers associated with this something. Come on, a tiger-wizard-vampire gentleman dude is an interesting thought, but I doubt that normies would line up in queue to be something like this.
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World of ITEMAGICKA: All magic resides within artifacts, which, when possessed allow users to cast specific spells or gain specific powers. Everyone got overcomplicated designs, and countless spells ready to go.
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Thought of this: We all know concubi (sing. "concubus" - a gender neutral term for sexual energy feeding demons: Succubi and Incubi, female and male respectively¹), right? Those are of lust, as a mortal sin. What the other six mortal sins would look like? Tempting entities that corrupt mortals and push them to do things related to their respective sin²?
¹ Although, the etymology of those words implies a little bit different story, where rather than meaning "female" and "male" horny demons, it means "bottom" and "top" horny demons. ² As well the definition of "sin" itself is somewhat vague to me. As a person who has designed their own ideology (Four Universal Rules), based on the Golden rule (do upon others as you'd wish them to do upon you), "sins" per their definition do not make sense. Gluttony as "overconsumption to the point of waste" makes sense, but as "the innate human need to eat Something Tasty" it does not. Lust is vaguemost as it mashes too many things together - As long as sexual acts fit the Harkness test, to me, they simply cannot be sinful. Greed is a good take, capitalism be damned. Sloth is the most bullshit one since laziness does not exist and the word itself is more often used as a way to force people into labor/paint ideological enemies in a bad color. Wrath is just the violation of the Golden Rule, if put simply. Envy sounds like it's a good take, to some degree, until you remember it's been weaponized so that higher-ups could say to the lower-class folks "You are envious of me being a parasite of society and that's bad, you should be exiled to live in a monastery". Pride is just "thinking yourself first before God" and is just another organized religion/cult manipulation technique.
. Actually had a somewhat dope idea regarding magic, runes and wayshrines.
Hear me out.
A magic system built around wayshrines, each of which bears a single rune out of a complete alphabet. Each stone can be activated daily at high noon, and imprint onto whoever activated it.
By traveling from stone to stone and activating them at midday, you can pretty much just type out spells.
I -ten miles later- M -waits a whole day- M -travels to a remote island- O -travels back to main land, then 58 miles later- R -breaks leg, heals up for several months, returns on the quest now with a sick ass cane- T -77 miles later- A -158.5 miles later- L -goes waaay back to a familiar place- I -goes by a memorized path to another familiar place- T -300+ miles later on a different part of the continent- Y -returns to homeland, gets robbed and dies in a ditch before getting to the ENTER/SEND/CAST stone-
Uhhh here’s how naming conventions work in sculpted lands!
Vitran, Nordofan, Ambraian, and Vitusian just have kinda fucked up European names like Hanithan and Yostinian.
Osica works like this: Your Family has a Lineage name. For example, the royal family has the lineage name of “Os” and when you are born, you are given a personal name attached to it, usually based on what the parents want for you in the future.
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My lovely followers, to celebrate finishing the second draft of my main WIP, here is the promised ramblings from my side WIPs that I (hopefully) will be putting out from now on! This is from my Sci-fi WIP, which will eventually find a proper name. This is the first of my rambles series, so let me know if you would like to be tagged in future posts!
“So how did a beautiful woman like you end up here?” Haira laced her fingers behind her head and leaned back in her chair, the hinges squeaking.
“If you break that chair, I’m not stitching your head back together.”
Haira leaned back farther, bouncing slightly. Nurelia glared at her.
“You gonna talk to me or what?”
“I don’t think such a stupid attempt at flirting warrants a response.”
“It wasn’t flirting.”
“Then what was it.”
“Conversation?”
Nurelia glared at her again. Haira tilted her head, attempting to grin charmingly. Nurelia’s expression was as indecipherable as always.
She flipped the cover closed on her pad and snapped it shut. Haira was sure she was about to leave, but instead Nurelia leaned back, arms crossed over her chest.
“I never wanted to join the military. I don’t like weapons, I don’t like fighting, and I don’t think killing solves problems.”
Haira struggled to keep her face mildly interested instead of letting her jaw drop open.
“I wanted to be a zenobiologist, ever since I was young. Research, science, finding new ways to use what already exists. It was my dream. I was top in my classes. I applied for jobs, first for ones I was qualified for, then for those I was overqualified for, then for ones I could have done in my sleep. Each time, they offered me an assistant position.”
The venom in her voice could have melted steel.
“I could come, but I would be a glorified labourer. Science, after all, was not suited to the Ojjinee brain.”
Haira squirmed uncomfortably.
“I went on several before I gave up. There was no place for me. I went back home, but I still needed a job. And, wonder after wonder, the Navy had a place for me. There’s always a place in the outer Colonies for expendables.”
“I don’t think an Admiral is very expendable.”
“I made myself useful. But of course, the Ministry would never have let me get close to anything more than a Captain. When we moved to rebel, I was the highest ranking officer in the entire rebellion. So they made me Admiral. For lack of better options. Are you satisfied?”
Haira looked up from the table, linking gazes.
The Admiral’s gaze always seemed to Haira cold and clear, like the blue light of a star. She liked having that gaze on her, running chilling fingers up and down her spine. It was electrifying.
“I’m never satisfied.”
Nurelia huffed. She pushed up from the table. Haira rested her head against the back of the chair.
“Hey.” she called out lazily at Nurelia’s receding back.
“What.” Nurelia snapped, only half turning back.
“I think you’re a genius. You would’ve been a great zenobiologist.”
Nurelia snorted. Haira couldn’t see her face, but she would bet Nurelia was rolling her eyes. “Go do your job.”
This conversation about bird DnD alignments has gotten my writer' brain thinking. I have a few old stories that centered on birds, sort of Redwall-style. All of them are at a standstill, as far as projects go, and were probably going to be abandoned for lack of originality, complexity, and time. This has given me an idea, however: I could revive them, not as novels but as a Dungeons and Dragons-style adventure game. It's not really my strong point, but it would be quite an adventure to worldbuild, not to mention coming up with mechanics and stats. I think it would be rather fun. I could draw from both reality and folklore, delve into old beastiaries and symbolism... ideally, there would be a handful of species that would be "easy" to play with a straightforward system, but with a little more creativity people could conceivably play any species in the bird world. It would allow for a huge variety of NPCs, non-bird "creature" encounters, many different kingdoms... probably a slightly different class system, owing to the new mechanic of flight. Hmmm. Well, it's something to think about. Meanwhile, I need to play some Dungeons and Dragons. For experience, you know.
