#code vein character creator

[trashartgalleries]

Android 17 & 18 in Code Vein (twas bored and decided to try and make them)

[sebek-zigbolt]

fucking around in code vein

[midnightwind]

I truly love looking at my desktop of games and laughing at the sheer disparity on display

[reflectionsofacreator]

“Crowe, what…”  Nyx didn’t even have a chance to get his words out before Crowe was running into him and hugging him. She had to be careful, despite wanting to squeeze him as hard as she could—she’d probably kill him if she did. He groaned a little even though she was being gentle, and his hands fluttered before he slowly brought them to wrap around her middle.  “Crowe, how’re you alive…?” He whispered into her hair, hugging her tight. “I saw you, the morgue, the body bag, I—“  “Me? What the hell happened to you, to the city? ” She demanded and pulled back to look at him. Her fingers came up to trace the silvery white scars on his face, traveling up from his neck and over his jaw, up to his temple and into his hairline.  He flinched just slightly and pulled away from her fingers, only for his head to snap up when they both heard the whir of an engine. “No time for that. Come on, let’s get down from here and then we can talk,” he said, glancing at her. “… you can warp?”  She wasn’t supposed to have magic. But neither was he.  “Yeah.” She said, and met his gaze squarely. 

-Astralfire Credence, Ch 5: Dead Soldier Walking

Whelp, this chapter finally got finished! :D I was aiming for 7k-ish and it's now 8.4k. Dammit.

Have some traumatized glaives dealing with the Fall of Insomnia.

[heatobrienswife]

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[disneymarina]

Thank you! @heatobrienswife for this! This made my day!!! I will draw it soon!

[wounded-edge]

[azxremoon]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

Oh, My Divine Grace / in Your hands may You / wrap me within Your embrace / to define the comforts of home / within Your Heavens

pairing : kaveh x fem!creator!reader

ingredients : sagau cult au, selfship-coded, comfort fluff, spoilers for kaveh’s character story, incredibly self-indulgent, mentioned alcohol consumption, yandere themes + behaviors, introspection, baby’s first time writing kaveh.

note from the hostess : i played loosey goosey with the sagau lore, so take that as you will.

The layout of the All Creator’s palace is what Kaveh knows like the back of his hand and each arch of the veins protruding beneath the skin.

For as much as the craft is spurned and spat on, Kaveh prefers to think that he’s quite informed and talented when it comes to his architectural projects. His many years of study at the Akademiya and outside forces of years prior to his enrollment have sculpted him into the person he is now, after all. Anyone can learn it with enough dedication and passion, but calling this information special does it no justice. It isn’t anything like that of which was granted by the now abolished Akasha System or passed down by a fellow scholar. No, this is precious knowledge ingrained so deep into his mind, body, and soul so deeply it could border on inherent common sense. It’s a commonality shared between and reserved for he and his god alone, and Kaveh would normally be quite thrilled about that. It’s so personal. In any other circumstance his heart surely would have fluttered and swelled with pride, but now it beats too heavily and erratically for an entirely different reason.

He’s poured so much time and effort into this project that it would be rather humiliating if he didn’t recall it. He would go as far as to say it was impossible! Admittedly, that did sound a bit dramatic, but it was nothing short of the truth. The pain of waking after being hunched over sheets of parchment scribbled with intricate conceptual designs and blueprints along his desk, a pencil loose in hand, for hours at a time still aches at his joints. The one-dimensional recreation of passages and tunnels on his blueprints’ final drafts are burnt, engraved even, so finely into his eyelids that he can read over them once more when he shuts them for long enough. Sleepless nights dedicated to his craft are no stranger to Kaveh, yet the exhaustion is still a little fresh and Lambad’s wine a tart aftertaste on his tongue. He’s aware that His Creator doesn’t quite care for his all-nighters, but they’re worth it and hardly anything he could concern a deity with. He was happy to do so, in any case, and still is.

His feet guide him down the stairs and through the tavern door before he processes what he’s doing. He’s conscientious enough to leave what he owes beside his empty glasses, but his mind is otherwise wrapped in layers of numbing disbelief. He keeps to himself as he shuffles out of Sumeru City with the urgency of someone who most certainly doesn’t need to be somewhere at once, but returns the polite small-talk and greetings from scholars. If they notice the frantic look behind his eyes as he smiles, they’re kind enough to keep that to themselves. He treks across the grasslands and venture through the expansive forest until his shoes tap-tap-tap against the cobblestone pathway leading him skyward. The eyes of shadowed mercenaries burn holes through him as he inches closer and he only shivers beneath their stare to go through the motions. The front doors, massive and intricate in their design, squeal as he pushes against them with both hands and steps inside.

Forward. Left. Right. Up the twisting staircase. Left. Forward. Right. Past the sofa on the right. Its placement is rather awkward, in all honesty. Being the sole piece of furniture among a hall of grand tapestries it stands out more than it otherwise should. He still doesn’t understand why it’s here of all places, but it isn’t his place to question your decision. If you asked him, it would be better suited for an entertainment room or personal chambers. Kaveh truly doesn’t believe something so ordinary is grand enough for a deity and he’s certain you hadn’t given it a fleeting thought until he stopped to look at it for a second longer at the market. An exchange of Mora and hours afterward, it was carried and settled within your new, at the time empty, home alongside other purchases. He personally loves the pattern and firmness, and the decorative pillows! They give it a flare of color that compliments it and the wall it’s pressed against, and provides a good overview of the history across from it.

From his left does sunlight pour through the magnificent and intricately stained glass and caress his skin through the fine cloth that floats behind him. Though it encompasses him in a blanket of warmth, it’s inexplicably cold and sends another shiver down his spine that he’s only slightly more aware of than the last. Were the circumstances any different, he would stop to sit upon the adjacent sofa and marvel at the artistry upon the panes. He wouldn’t have to try and think before he’s able to recall what’s described before him, the memory of the scriptures he clung to in his youth and still do summon the knowledge forward from where they’re etched. The pane depicting your descension from Celestia is his favorite and the most recent, your ethereal figure bathed in a golden light as you shower Teyvat in the same kindness you’ve shown him and the land hundreds of years prior. Today, however, he cannot so much as glimpse at it. He fears he may lose even more of his resolve, of his facade, should he do so.

He eventually stops when he can go no further and Kaveh reluctantly raises his head. Before his lies a massive of set of doors and carefully carved into the athel wood is a grand emblem: The All Creator’s insignia. Each curve and marking is intentional, purposeful, and full of a divine representation, but what it signified is lost to time. After the passing of Rex Lapis, your most loyal accolade and the last to safeguard its meaning, the truth of it has since settled in your hands upon your rebirth, but never once uttered. Curious as he is, there are many days Kaveh cannot find it within himself to ask about it when something so saddened, ancient and nostalgic, finds its way into your eyes until you’re seeing a world he cannot. The reasonable part of the architect knows that it’s likely for the best that he’s made it to where he needs to be sooner rather than later and though he’s not ready, he has to be to prevent drawing out the grief and panic that dares to suffocate him the second he gives it the attention it craves.

Kaveh’s breath trembles and his knuckles tap-tap-tap against the wood. It’s weaker than he intended, but he doesn’t try again. “It’s me, Your Grace,” he says. “I’m sorry to bother you so late into the evening. May I enter?”

“Kaveh,” you pleasantly start from the other side. The sound of your voice alone does things to him, unspeakable and shameful and horrific things he refuses to admit to. “Please, come in.”

The architect stands a little taller and tries to appear a little more at ease within a body that battles the mind it belongs to. He eases away the anxiety until the only thing this false, ultimately convincing composure fails to hide is the trembling of his fingers around the handle as he twists and pushes against it. As he inches inside, Kaveh instinctively glimpses around. The bed is empty and well-made; the balcony doors are wide open and let in the breeze, and a potential threat that he will take care of, no need to worry; a collection of gears reminiscent of those used in Fontaine sits on the tea table, but they’re worn and unfamiliar. Red eyes finally settle on you, casually reclined against the plush sofa and supporting an open book in the air. By the time the time the door closes behind him, you’re halfway through slipping a cloth bookmark between the pages and setting it to the side. Once he recognizes the typography and decoration upon the cover, Kaveh is both flattered and embarrassed you’re reading one of his favorites.

Before your eyes can meet his, he snaps his line of sight to the carpet that dampens his slow and impossibly heavy steps until he becomes intimately familiar with the elegant stitchwork along the sides. In his hand lies no more than a few pages that he could easily be mistaken for being torn from a novel or ordinary pieces of loose paper, yet it and the words inked upon it weigh thousands. It makes the journey across your personal chambers twice as long to trek than it needs to, and Kaveh can’t even savor the feeling of being within your presence without being anchored down by every taunt and reminder that clasps his shoulder in a phantom grip and whispers into his ears. Soon enough, he stops with ample space between where he stands and where you sit. Even then he cannot find the willpower to lift his gaze from the cloth. Your confusion—he prays there isn’t hurt in your expression, he would sooner die than live knowing he hurt you—burns in every way imaginable, but he accepts it without question.

“Your Grace,” your accolade greets. He bows, palm to his heart. He tries to summon as much of his usual warmth that he can and while his tone isn’t cold, even he can tell it’s lacking.

“My Kaveh, welcome back,” you greet back with all of the love and warmth in the world. He wants to see the sparkle in your eye when you smile at him, but he...he isn’t deserving of that. “You know it’s never too late to visit me. I love seeing you.

I love you—seeing you, of course. I love seeing you. I could never stay away from you for long, is what he wishes he would say, fumbling and all. He is undeserving of the place and honor bestowed upon him, and Kaveh truly, from the bottom of his heart, believes that, but he cannot deny the space carved into his shape beside your throne for him alone. He could never forget about the outline of his body upon one side of your bed, and his belongings making a place for themselves on the bedside table he left them on by mistake. And then there’s the room for his spare clothing within your closet that he’s absolutely certain could be put to better use, but kept there with your insistence that it’s convenient. He certainly agrees, especially on common occasions where he just so happens to lose track of time talking to you and soaking up your attention, that it’s too dangerous and late to return to Alhaitham’s house now. Then the library, shelves lined with novels and autobiographies and textbooks are so simple and dull in the face of the sophistication and knowledge of the divine. 

Instead of all of the self-deprecation lodged in his throat, what he says is, “Thank you, Your Grace. Really, it’s my honor to be here with you.” The smile that pulls at his lips, he realizes, is wholly genuine for the few seconds it remains. “If I may, can I ask something of you?”

“For you, always.” It’s a simple reassurance, but it somehow makes this all the more difficult.

“Your Grace, did you...” Kaveh swallows, his breath wavers. He extends the wrinkled paper outwards without looking upwards, releasing them once you take it with both hands. His voice is too quiet, too vulnerable for everything he tries to make himself to be. “Allow me to start over: I received this in the mail today from Lord Sangemah Bay about the amount I owe her. By any chance did...Did you pay off my debt?”

“That I did,” you confirm. “I thought that it would make you happy, but...it seems not. Whatever is the matter?”

“Nothing at all,” he quickly assures. He shakes his head with a smile that scorches every inch of him. “Please, don’t worry yourself over me. To be within your presence is more than I could ever ask for. That was very kind of you, Your Grace, thank you.”

You’re quiet. A little too quiet, and Kaveh vehemently denies himself the risk of meeting your eyes by lifting his head and seeing what has silenced you.

You’re quiet, a little too quiet, and Kaveh vehemently denies himself the risk of seeing what has silenced you. The architect wouldn’t be able to show his face, let alone survive a day longer, if he learned that you were angry or disappointed with him. He can feel your eyes on him, so gentle and caring; so piercing and all-knowing. Small beads of sweat cling to the back of his neck and the skin beneath his clothing, but he feels so horribly naked.

“My Kaveh.” Your words are tiny, so full of emotion that he nearly chokes on it. “Come here.”

You know he’s deflecting, he’s sure of it, and now he was be punished for it. For not being truthful. His heart bleeds and aches with regret, but Kaveh is accepting of that. Like most things, he’s deserving of this retribution.

He takes a few steps and stops before you, still a little farther than he usually would. The silence is thick, it’s boisterous and loud and rings shrill in his ears. It mimics the silence of his childhood home. You extend a hand, palm skyward, in the corners of his vision where only the skirts and cloth of your attire linger. His hand twitches at his side and he places his hand within yours and kneels.

You effortlessly tug him forward with one hand and the other cradles his head. The back of your fingers trail across his skin in slow, meaningful strokes. Each caress, each brush, outlines the contours of his face like you’re engraving each shape and detail of him to memory. How many times has Kaveh closed his eyes, imagining this very scenario? How many times has he wished you would embrace him just as you do now, all while you will his body to venture across the land you birthed with your very hands? He couldn’t say. He would mimic how he believed your touch to be, but it was never the same.

Your touch differs from his own. Calloused as his palms are, they seemed to vanish into smooth softness whenever you guided his movements. His cheek rests against your thigh and his fingers curl into the soft skin. You comb through his hair, nails grazing his scalp. His heart flutters wildly in his chest and his trembling breath sails across your lap. His knees hurt from where he’s knelt before you, back starting to ache from how he’s bent forward, but he doesn’t mind.

He isn’t deserving of this kindness. Who is he now without this punishment hanging over his head? What now does he do? 

Something cold slides across his face and crosses the bridge of his nose, until it meets your skin. A finger smooths over each tear and the stain left behind with such tenderness it only makes his ache worsen.

“My Kaveh, do you know why I’ve done this.”

Kaveh shakes his head. It is not his place to question the All Creator’s motives and intent. He knows without a shadow of a doubt your actions are benevolent and well-meaning, as are his.

“I know how the burden of debt weighs upon you. I could not stand to see you suffer any longer. Your lack of sleep, the drinking, I wanted to relieve you of the stess in your life,” you say, fingers carding through his hair and nails scratching at his scalp so intimately he must swallow back the sound at the back of his throat. “And...I was hoping you would accept a place here, at my side.”

“Here? But this is your home. I really shouldn’t—”

“Our home, if you would agree.”

Home. The word is foreign, if not misused, within his vernacular. When was the last time he called someplace home? There were always houses, the misplaced house key and memories of his boyhood proved that much, and places to stay the night. But at the end of the day, houses weren’t homes. Where had his home gone? Could he even afford one?

You must notice the gears in his head spinning, creaking and groaning the further his thoughts drift into someplace far darker than he likes to admit, because you recline against your throne. The marble’s lined with your favorite gemstones and the iconography that represents you is chiseled into it, down to the finest detail. He’s proud of it, but the aesthetics of a mortal man surely do not translate into the same expectations of a deity. Of his deity. A throne he made for you, the palace he built to your very desires, it’s visually perfect, but he knows it’s not. He pleads for another chance, to grant you something worthy of divinity, but you always assure him: “It’s perfect, my darling. I love it just the way it is.”

You outstretch your arms and he crawls. Crawls towards the light gleaming from your smile. Crawls towards the warmth far more intense than Sumeru’s desert, yet intensely gentler than it. He’ll die without it. He crawls and clings on tight until he’s sure you won’t be able to slip from between his fingers. It would undoubtedly be humiliating, he’s certain he would do nothing of the sort for anyone else, but he feels none of the shame. He’s happy to, and a little desperate. He’s on your lap faster than he can comprehend. The finest silks wrapped around you hold him close and tuck his head beneath your chin. Your litter kiss after kiss against his head and hair as you cradle him close.

"Thank you,” he whispers as he sobs, heart bleeding and mending together. “Thank you.”

[inawickedlittletown]

No Queerbaiting Here

A long time ago…I’m talking May of 2021, I wrote a meta post about queerbaiting. Essentially an essay. I wrote it right before the S4 finale of 9-1-1 aired because I was frustrated by Buddie fans calling Queerbait entirely like the boy that cried wolf. I still stand by it. Sort of. 

Now, even back then I was pretty clear about how 50/50 I was on Buddie ever going canon. (Maybe not in that post but certainly elsewhere) But, I shipped Buddie then and wrote a lot of fic and meta and participated in fandom. I never said it couldn’t happen…I just would never be bothered if it didn’t.

Where we stand now: It’s not going to happen. 

And where I stand now: fully immersed in Bucktommy. And what’s more, I am more than perfectly happy about Buck and Tommy staying together and going the long-run. Although I can still look at Buddie and think it’s a cute ship, I just don’t want it in canon. I would not be satisfied if the show went that way. But what’s more if Buck and Tommy don’t work out, that would be disappointing, but I’d be okay as long as they got to be happy. There is, after all, always fanfiction. 

So, I wanted to revisit this concept a bit now that Buck has been confirmed as Bisexual and now that he is in a relationship with a man. Not Eddie. Tommy. And somehow, some Buddie fans are still crying queerbait because their ship is not canon. That’s not how it works. Also…shipping works outside of canon, that’s the whole point of shipping. 

To reiterate from my original post on queerbaiting, here’s the definition from wikipedia:

“Queerbaiting is a marketing technique for fiction and entertainment in which creators hint at, but then do not actually depict, same-sex romance or other LGBTQ representation. They do so to attract a queer or straight ally audience with the suggestion of relationships or characters that appeal to them, while at the same time attempting to avoid alienating other consumers.” 

Here’s where I stand: Buddie was abandoned a long time ago. If it was ever a real possibility, we won’t ever know. What we do know is that Oliver was aware that at one point he had given them the go-ahead to make Buck Bi. Whether this was by putting Buck and Eddie together or having Buck realize this another way, we just don’t know that. We don’t have that information and nor will it probably ever be provided to us. Narratively, I know that a lot of fans figured the timing of it fit with S4 and that particular finale but we really just don’t know despite what happened in the finale.

I found that interesting looking back at my own post from back then and the discussion that followed where some fans felt that the way the finale went would determine if Buddie would be another queerbait ship. (I think most people agreed after the will scene that it wasn’t queerbait because it did leave a kernel of hope that Buddie might still happen). 

And yeah, I guess you could argue that the network deciding not to go the route of a queer storyline points to missed opportunity. That doesn’t then mean that any queerbaiting occurred or that any fans are owed anything just because something that was set up or that the writers were writing towards was then scrapped by the network. Is it a shame that it didn’t happen in whatever way they wanted to play it out, sure, but only because Buck would have been confirmed queer earlier. In the same vein isn’t it nice that we have a confirmed Bisexual Buck now? That the show managed to bring it back to that.

A Buck that is happy and free and that has realized something so monumental about himself? Isn’t it nice that all the queer coding that Buck as a character has received since the start of the show is actually finally not just queer coding but full on character development? That we can look back at the show and see all the things Buck did around other men for exactly what they were. 

When Tommy first returned to 9-1-1 in S7, I think a lot of us were excited by the spoilers about Buck and Tommy because of Bi Buck, but also because this was the thing that could lead to Buddie. 

And then…then Tommy was actually on my screen and I doubted it. I actually thought maybe the spoilers were wrong and this was about Eddie and Tommy? That episode flipped things in such an expertly way that by the time Tommy and Buck were sharing a kiss for the first time I was right there with Buck. On a second watch, it is all there. Buck was never jealous because his friend was ignoring him. He was jealous because his best friend had the attention of the guy whose attention he wanted for himself. The writing on that was perfect and no amount of twisting it can change what happened on screen. 

Buck was not jealous because of Eddie. Tommy was never interested in more than friendship with Eddie. And Buck and Tommy have nothing to do with Buddie. Tommy is not a stepping stone, a way for Buck to be ready to then embark on a relationship with Eddie. That’s both disrespectful to Tommy and Buck, but just not what the story being told on the show is doing. 

The storyline is monumental. Having a big strong guy, a firefighter, figure out his sexuality in his thirties is such good storytelling and add to that Tommy. Someone that we already know, who already works as a first responder, and who can show up and wow Buck in such a way that he realizes something about himself? This is what I’ve always wanted. Because guess what, Buck never questioned his sexuality before this. Not when he met Eddie and not when he met anyone else, not until Tommy. 

Going into the new season we know a few things and one of those is that Buck and Tommy are thriving. The media coverage talks about them as a solid couple, it talks about Buck having someone to turn to and complain to. It talks about how they are still in the getting to know each other phase and I love that for them. I love how they are being treated and described and I can’t wait to see what plays out for them and how much of the build up of their relationship we may get to actually see. 

Do you know what the media and the show never talked about outwardly like this? Buddie. Whenever it came up it was always brushed aside in a way that was respectful to fans and what they saw, but without ever confirming or hinting that the show would ever go there. They never queerbaited anyone with Buddie, what they have done is say “yeah…we know what you see” and then turned around and given us a Buck and Eddie friendship and Buck kissing Tommy, going on a date with Tommy, and thriving with Tommy. 

So, no queerbaiting here on the show where half of the major canon pairings are queer. It’s actually more like some fans baiting other fans with theories and headcanons that just don’t fit.

[bah-inthemines]

Geode / Creator's Choice of a Roblox ARG character?

TIER 5 - ORE VEIN

Names: Brandon, Brandon6875935, NUMBUH369

Genders: Deadthing, Caedogender, Mascaspike

Pronouns: He/Him They/Them It/Its Good/Goods Light/Box

Orientation: Fasaaroace

Species: Some variety of undead, probably angel.

Age: 12

Source: Brandon Works ARG

Icon: Credit

Roles: Trauma Holder, Paranoia Holder, Religious Trauma Holder, Lambkid, Moral OCD symptom holder.

Kintypes: Angelkin, Lightkin, Foxkin

Typing Style: Very nervous and stuttery, often misspells things and doesn't bother to fix them at all, uses an excessive amount of ellipses(the "…").

Signoff: -BW / -B / -Bradon or -🪽

Personality Traits: Nervous, paranoid, very easily emotionally attached to people.

Personality Description: Overly anxious and constantly paranoid of doing something "bad"/wrong in the eyes of those around him, very panicky, but will calm down once reassured he's fine and is very willing to go along with just about anything.

Likes: Being seen as good, light boxes, the color white, feeling safe, fluffy blankets, playing games with his friends.

Dislikes: Feeling alone, the dark, most dark colors, being seen as bad, feeling like his friends are mad at him.

Trivia: Misses his former best friend Ozo a lot, doesn't feel the safest with typical family dynamics but won't bring it up.

Hex Code: #ffffff

Memories: Would remember being in a cult with his family, and them making him isolate from non-members a lot, as well as playing with his one friend on roblox anyways. Would remember being told that this was so they could be goods, and that he had to do something that was "for the best for him" but wouldn't remember what.

Extra Icon: Credit

Outfit Style: Usually just wears the old Roblox OBC outfit, sans the hat.

Birthday: August 9th

Banner: Credit

Headspace Room: A relatively simple light beige room with a large bed and all white sheets, light boxes in every corner and a computer desk with a laptop.

Accessories: A golden cross necklace his family gave him, as well as a small friendship bracelet Ozo gave him.

Appearance Description: Somewhat short and slightly above average weight, pale skin, dark brown eyes and no hair, with a yellow halo and white wings.

Front Triggers: Roblox, his source in general, his friends, themes of angels/religions, themes of cults.

Aesthetic: Vague Y2K roblox.

[luimnigh]

Currently, the colour-coding on my Summers Family Tree Graph goes like this:

Red Arrows for Biological relationships. So far, used for biological descent 100% of the time.

Red Dotted Arrows for questioned biological descent. For when I'm not quite sure if they're the parent. Funnily enough, so far used mostly for potential mothers, who you can usually be 100% sure of.

Black Arrows are for Legal relationships. Horizontal means Marriage, Dotted Horizontal means Divorced, Vertical means Adoption.

Blue Arrows are for Scientific Relationships. Vertical means "Creator of", Horizontal means "Clone of". For the purposes of Robotic Characters, "Based on the Brainwave Patterns of" counts as Cloning, as multiple people have accepted said robots as their siblings in the same vein as other characters have accepted clones as siblings.

Purple Arrows denote Alternate Universe relatives. Alternate Universe characters are only counted if they have spent significant amounts of time on Earth-616*, or are descended from those who have. Vertical means "Alternate Universe Descendant". Horizontal means "Alternate Universe Version of".

Magenta Arrows denote brain uploading and long-term body swaps and possessions. By long-term, I mean at least a year IRL, or the character died in the wrong body. So far, only one person on the Family Tree is linked solely by a Magenta arrow, with all other characters having at least one other link to the family tree. And that's Kwannon to Betsy Braddock, and that was a multi-decade bodyswap. It felt wrong not to link Kwannon and Betsy.

Green Arrows denote HorDNATs, or Horizontal DNA Transferees. Because I bow to the will of democracy.

*Significant Amounts of Time means "Spent at least one full storyline". I'm not counting any flying visits during a Spider-Verse event, I am counting people like Talia Jean Wagner and Old Man Logan, who had whole storylines on Earth-616.

[deconstructthesoup]

When you have the realization that Leverage is essentially a D&D campaign set in the real world, there is no going back

So...

Nate: He'd obviously be a Mastermind rogue, but I think it'd be cool if he also had a few levels of paladin in there (because, y'know, Catholic boy and all). I did debate cleric for him, but really, Nate going from Oath of Devotion to Oathbreaker to Oath of Redemption throughout the story makes sense, in a way that being a cleric can't fully encapsulate. Also, he'd still probably be a human in D&D world.

Sophie: There's no other choice for our girl than a bard, and I think it'd be really cool if she's gone through a few colleges in her lifetime---she started out as a Whispers bard when she first met Nate, became a Glamour bard after she attempted to give up grifting and focus on her acting career, and after the first year or so working with the team, she settled into being a Lore bard ('cause they're all about exposing the truths of the corrupt). In the same vein, I don't think Sophie can be anything other than a changeling---why keep on burning a Disguise Self slot, when your body can just do that normally?

Eliot: Battlerager barbarian, Way of Shadow monk. And, yeah, he's a dwarf. He's short, and he has amazing hair.

Parker: Everything about her screams Arcane Trickster rogue---yeah, I know that there's an actual "thief" subclass, but considering that Parker frequently performs feats that low-key defy the laws of physics, it feels only fair to give her some magic. She also feels very tiefling-coded to me, so... yeah.

Hardison: As much as it should make sense to make the hacker-type character an artificer, his skills, to me, read way more School of Divination wizard, especially if we assume they're in a more high-fantasy setting. Hell, he could even have a couple levels of Arcana Domain cleric thrown in there, just to give him a little bit more buff. As for species, I think it'd be cool for Hardison to be an elf. I dunno, it just feels fitting.

Bonus:

Harry: I can think of no other choice for him than the most lawyer-coded class/subclass in the game, and that is the College of Eloquence bard. And, again, I think he's just human. Our Mr. Wilson is "just a guy," through and through.

Breanna: Now, as an engineer and creator of gadgets, she would be perfect as a Battlesmith artificer, no question about it. It'd be pretty cool for her to be a halfling, too---often underestimated, but insanely lucky.

[damnfandomproblems]

https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/739064506502791168/fandom-problem-4499-i-think-sometimes-people-get

Thing is op

People like to use "coded" as an excuse to harrass others over a fictional character

"this character is minor-coded therefor if you like them or draw them sexy then you are a pedo"

"this character is gay-coded so if you ship them qith the opposite gender your homophobic"

"this character is autism-coded so if you dont see them that way you are ableist."

"this character is poc coded and if you dont portray them that way then you are racist"

And then they go and rip people to shreds over it. And most of the time they are actually "coded" as anything.

Ill give you a good example as to why coding should just fucking die in fandom.

In transformers (all of them afaik) there is a sentient ROBOT named Jazz. He is often voiced by a black voice actor, even in the early days of Generation 1 in 1984. Though it changes a few times Jazz is well known for his accented voice. Jazz (the music) is also known to be pioneered by black people.

In a way jazz is black coded. He is designed with all these elements related to black people.

The thing is. Jazz is a fucking robot. "Jazz" is the name he chose for himself because his cybertronian name does not translate or cannot be spoken by humans. Jazz is also a type of music he only heard when he arrived on earth and is something he loves, hence why he chose the name. He chooses to express himself in such a way because its what he enjoys.

It does not mean he is black. A white person can do all that because they have a love for jazz music. It isnt going to make them "black coded"

He is also again, a robot. Not human. Not even organic.

However of all the problems ive seen in the TF fandom the one about whether you should draw a human version of Jazz as black or white is probably the one thats sets people who give a shit off the most.

It doesn't matter what characteristics a character has. It doesnt matter if Jazz is drawn as black or white. Cuz he isn't human. Its literally up to fan interpretation and none of them are wrong but people want to shit fling, and react hostile over others not drawing him as black anyway.

Same could be said about a certain more popular pink skinned character (who is also human and japanese but when have people ever viewed japanese people as important.)

You can have your queer coded villains. Doesn't actually say they are queer. Hell in the past it would be done as a way to demonize queerness and traits. But queer people still loved those villains because they could relate to their tragedies.

What "coding" actually is, is a part of the design process to add depth and character. It's an inspiration born from reality. But it's not always that the character is meant to be that thing.

Theres a character from genshin impact i could say is "DID-coded" because when she falls alseep or is so stressed she passes out there is another version of her that takes her place that she doesnt know about.

In the same vein theres the game "At Dead of Night" (recommend it, its a horror game) where the main antagonist is possessed and murders people. They even had to put a disclaimer that the character didnt have DID and the game wasnt made to demonize people with DID or portray them as unstable serial killers. However despite the creators saying that, fans still "DID-code" the antagonist, not out of hatred for people with DID but because some people with DID still relate to the character. Not so much the killing people but the struggle the antagonist has with "being possessed". Having DID can be a frustrating and tiring experience and not many cope with it very well even when they do no harm. Feeling of loss of control is very relatable even without DID.

Regardless the rampant "coding everything trend" in fandom has caused a new "ship war" like wave of harrassment. If you dont view a character this was your a horrible person and you deserve *insert graphic content and threats of harm and suibaiting and more*

coding can be a cool thing to discover while analyzing a character or even creating one. But its become hated with good reason because people have no reason left in them. Coding is a cool way of adding depth and nuance to a character and would actually REALLY help beginners with their "bland" characters. Unfortunately even thats discouraged, since it can be seen as "baiting" or "stereotyping" and sometimes appropriating culture. (But a giant sentient robot making his entire personality about jazz music isn't? Lol)

Posting since this is a response to a previous problem.

[ringworks]

So Code Vein 2 is a thing I didn't think would actually happen. And yet here we are.

I guess I don't have all that much to say on this matter other then a little speculation and a small theory. The ps5 store description of the game is as follows.

And one of the creators of the game has also posted this message that shines a little more light as to what the plot of the game may entail.

So to me it looks as if the game will take place far in the future post true ending were Revenants have left the gaol. The Luna Rapacis (meaning greedy moon and lol to the ai over view)

I think is that big tower thing in the trailer because well it looks like a moon.

I am assuming that since time travel is now a thing that this is the future

And this is the past

Due to how less wrecked everything looks.

According to the summary you play as a Revenant hunter who hunts down Revenants, presumably those that have turned into Horrors (Horrors being notably what Revenants call the Aragami from the Godeater side of things. The creatures that according to the wiki appeared out of nowhere one day and who the Revenants were orginally created to fight. Please note I have never played Godeater and have to go off second hand information here.)

Your character being a Revenant hunter implies that the MC, who appears to be the sliver haired guy, may not be a Revenant themselves despite being able to use Revenant equipment (aka the veil) as shown in the trailer. Revenants also appear now to have golden blood and their hearts exposed.

Meaning that the character Lou is probably a Revenant and maybe one who has partially turned into a Horror. Though from what the wiki tells me it seems Aragami evolving into human passing forms is a thing that has occurred in the Godeater world. You can see in trailer that Lous legs are not encased in the gold metal. The gold metal appears to be her legs as you can see the grass behind her trough the gaps. Either she is an amputee or there is something more going on here.

The MC as well has a good heart exposed but its on the back of his jacket not exposed in his chest, so maybe he is using the heart of a Revenant in order to use Revenant abilities and equipment. It's also curious as to why his eyes are gold and he has a gold scar across his eye (though to be fair we don't know it we can create are own character in this game or not so his appearance might be irrelevant). His eyes also glow red when using the veil in the trailer like a Revenants does.

As for why everything is gold now...this is just pure speculation on my part but I blame this thing.

(Enjoy my MC. That one human girl totally stole my hair style.)

The golden blood bead that the MC is given at the end of the true ending because it's gold and has to be significant SOMEHOW.

And to conclude my thoughts I also have some thoughts on how I think the game might end. If Revenants do end up turning into Horrors, aka Aragami, like the description says and this game involves time travel I feel like I have to assume that somthing will occur that will send a transformed Revenant, possible Lou maybe our main, to the Godeater past and result in the sudden appearance of Aragami (aka transformed Revenants) in the first Godeater game. This would result in a kinda time loop/self fulfilling prophecy as Aragami appeared, Revenants were created to fight Aragami, Revenants turn into Aragami, Aragamied Revenants end up in the past causing the plot of Godeater/Code Vein to happen, rinse, cycle, and repeat.

I still don't know how I feel about that if that ends up being true. I don't think I like it. It also confused me how Revenants could turn into the super organism that Aragami are but am sure that can just be handwaved or maybe Aragami are multiple merged Revenants???? Idk just going off what information is available currently and my own overly occupied with this brain.

Wow, looks like I was mistaken about not having much to say. I even hit the photo limit! Kudos if you made it to the end. Thanks for indulging me. Edits will come as I try to correct my spelling and grammer mistakes.

Edit: I am now the owner of Godeater Resurrection and Godeater 3 (2 was way too expensive). /falls deeper into the code vein verse.

[talenlee]

The Nemuranai System

Alright, in Oriental Adventures‘ expanded 3e books –

Wait wait wait don’t go, hang on.

Content Warning: This is going to discuss some books that are, very simply, quite Orientalist, in the classical Edward Said sense. Not nakedly racist in a slursy way, just racist in how it simplifies cultures in the names of telling a particular form of story. If you don’t wanna mess around with that, y’know, probably want to avoid it.

Anyway, there’s this system in the Rokugan books for handling gear. Specifically, the idea is that as a character in the Rokugan setting levels up and accumulates experience, rather than going to a magic store and picking up new swords and armours that are part of an ongoing escalation of gear in a marketplace that is constantly creating an increased demand, rather that player characters themselves, by dint of being powerful and cool and renowned, start to affect the gear they’ve been travelling with the whole time. The spirits of their equipment awaken and become powerful in response to the person who owns them being powerful.

This also is transitive – if someone powerful gives you their sword with its awakened spirits, it can be a powerful item thanks to them conferring it, but not as powerful as if they had it, or if you take something off someone that was powerful, it won’t work for you and will just be a sword. This association, this effective transformation of gear into a social improvement, where you have to convince spirits in the equipment that you’re worthy of how cool they are, is interesting in that it both serves as a way to disincentivize theft and looting, but also means that player characters are going to get equipment that’s explicitly coded to them as they level up and fitting the way they want to do things.

This system for the ‘spirits of the item’ was known as the Nemuranai system, based on the word ‘nemuranai’ which I think translates to ‘not sleeping.’ I don’t know if this is a full-blown hilarious translation mistake in an early guidebook way, but it might be and I’d leave it to someone who knows Japanese properly to ask.

The number of books that were put out for 3.5 really is hard to hold in the mind. In a time when ebooks were just starting as a market, in a time when we didn’t have the same obvious massive front-end surfaces like DriveThruRPG and its subordinate DM’s Guild. The OGL came along at just the right time, in the same vein as other Web 2.0 stalwarts, to be a thing that resulted in a lot of people creating a lot of material the whole time.

Like me!

Anyway, that meant that not only were you getting unique lines for D20 like Warcraft and BESM but we also saw the rise of D20-ified existing games, like D20 Rokugan. I’ve talked in the past about how great Rokugan was because its creators didn’t give a stuff about Wizard Supremacy (even if they didn’t appreciate the scale of the problem). The D20 Rokugan books included books about handling magical spells and items, in a setting that didn’t really have a lot of those things.

And make no mistake, I do not have any illusions about what real Samurai or real Asian adventures in the same vein as the Dungeons & Dragons ouvre are. This is not really about Actual Asian Adventures, this is about the vision of Samurai adventure media made and distributed and remembered and replicated in the west. There, people aren’t questing and finding ancient swords (which is ironic because of all sorts of things to do with palingenesis), but instead, it’s about inheriting old swords. Notably, nobody kills people and takes the sword off them unless they’re someone bad.

This is what Nemuranai was trying to address.

I really can’t underscore how important your equipment was to your character in 3rd edition. Gear was so important to how a character functioned that when you built a character higher than level 1, there was a table that showed the appropriate amount of magical gear you started with. There were functions of how a character works in 3rd edition, like your access to weaponry with an appropriate set of bonuses, your ability to absorb or escape damage, and even your ability to engage on multiple platforms. Around level 9, everyone flies, and if you don’t pick up a way to fly around that level, even for a little bit, you are going to be in trouble as encounters are sculpted assuming you can handle an enemy just flying away and pelting you with ranged attacks.

What’s more, gear is so important that if you level up manually, and follow the tables that generate treasure and gear — distinct categories, make no mistake! — then you wind up with a character whose budget is larger than these characters who were made at a higher level, because you were expected to lose some money through the course of operations by things like selling gear or consumables, like potions and wands and scrolls or stuff you crafted for yourself (oh hi, Wizard problems, why are you here)?

Looting is a big part of the game, in that there’s a big pile of tables for it, but it’s also a meaningless part of the game in that as long as the DM is doling out rewards appropriate to the table. What this meant in my experience was players constructing wish-lists, hoping for particular items, or the DM using that level-by-level budget to construct a chain of items to give to the players. It’s there, I did run the game using the loot tables sometimes, but it wasn’t an interesting tool to use and it relied heavily on preloading, adding an accountancy element to the interesting thing (designing meaningful combat encounters).

And then you throw this game into a different thematic space, where ostensibly, ‘people don’t loot.’ Which doesn’t break the game, because the looting and the loot tables aren’t… that… important. The gear is, but the way you get the gear, it turns out, isn’t.

Look, Dungeons & Dragons, in every edition, is a modular game system of exclusions. There’s a body of opinion about D&D that thinks the idea that players don’t have an exhaustive, comprehensive vision of the rules, is a sign of a problem in the game, which is completely unhinged. The nature of a class system is to make it so that there’s ways the game can sequester operations. Don’t have a Barbarian in the party? Then nobody needs to track Barbarians. You’re not using the encumbrance rules for anyone? Then nobody needs to worry about them. If you are using them, they interact across all people.

There’s a vision of how this is a sign that there’s something wrong, or broken in how D&D works, as opposed to literally structural to the entire design methodology. If a thing is not present in the game, its operations aren’t necessary, and therefore, any new thing can bring its own operations with it. Now this is a design approach that is volume-heavy. There’s a reason you can print a dozen monster books and still not really have a reasonably varied ecology for a real world scale, because every one of those monsters is a discrete module that lets you pull it in and out. There’s a reason that building real estate is in a bonus supplementary book and the core rule book has optional content like ‘the fighter.’

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[razorblade180]

One of these days we're going to see fan art of your OCs

My friend drew concepts of Jacquelyn a few years ago after reading her first story and me giving her notes on her appearance.

The second picture isn’t made for me and I don’t know where my other friend found it but it’s genuinely how I pictured Carmine; especially the two toned hair. The eye color is obviously different but this art still shocks me for existing.

Somewhere I have poor photos of me making several of my OCs using the character creator in Code Vein too.