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panthea-owns-my-soul · 5 months

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We've already started storyboarding, and character development lol. 50 people was enough for us. If we get past basic development stages I'll let yall know if we throw up a kickstarter for something. Also as a joke: would yall think it was funny if we programmed ourselves in as romancables under different names? We can't decide if it would be a funny Easter egg or just weird.

Fun question to all my farming sim lovers out there: if the opportunity should arise that a small team and I (by that I meam my engineer brother and me) were to make one, what do you think of this concept?

Your regular old farming sim, the beloved mini games (except fishing. Fuck fishing), romance options, developing the land, etc etc. BUT! Creepier. Yes, you must save the town! But not from a Corp. Or simple odds, such as your usual game, but from something far more nefarious.

A monster? A killer? Or something far more surprising? Who knows! We're just spitballing the story right now and wanted to see if it was even worth the effort/something that would be in demand.

#coral island #my time at sandrock #mtas #mtap #my time at portia #stardew valley #haunted chocolatier #farming simulator #farming sims #slice of life games #slice of life #casual rpg #rpg #town rpg #video games #game development

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 5 months

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A monster? A killer? Or something far more surprising? Who knows! We're just spitballing the story right now and wanted to see if it was even worth the effort/something that would be in demand.

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 5 months

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Also, a patch dropped literally just a couple hours ago to fix a large portion of the bugs that have been encountered, including repeating dialogue, npcs standing in weird places, screen glitches, etc.

I understand people's frustration that Coral Island is still a WIP even though they fully released it as finished (its not) and it's kinda buggy.

But the way I look at it is, "Yay, look at this cozy comfort game! I can't wait to get even more stuff added later! I'll just enjoy the simple things about it for now." Maybe I'm being overly complacent since I bought it on sale during early access, and from what it was it has already improved largely. But I'd like to say that building on it is almost my favorite part of games like these.

I play my games over and over, usually approaching differently every time. And for new things or events to pop up, each time I play is kind of fun for me. I'm not saying yall shouldn't be mad that it's not finished. You paid good money and didn't get what you were promised. But all I'm saying is, before you discredit the game entirely, enjoy watching it develop further. Stardew valley has changed SO much since its initial release. So have things like MtaP or MtaS (though sandrock is still new and will also likely continue to change and develop) cyberpunk 2077 was nowhere near done when it was released but after the 2.0 update its amazing!

I'll also say as someone who works full time, has a religious gym routine, and lots of time out and about, these games are far more enjoyable when played casually and reasonably. Grinding +50 hours in a week will only leave you dissatisfied. Relax, sit back, go with the flow and enjoy the ride.

#coral island

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 5 months

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I remember playing coral island for the first time and Pablo swears in your initial meeting and I just went.

Because I was like, YES! YES, a slice of life game that actually acknowledges that fact that people swear! Like MtaS did it ONCE with justice near the end of the game in a very tense situation, I was like "yeah I'd have said something a lot worse than damn, justice." I don't know what it made me happy, but it did.

#coral island #mtas #my time at sandrock #coral island pablo

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 5 months

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I understand people's frustration that Coral Island is still a WIP even though they fully released it as finished (its not) and it's kinda buggy.

#coral island

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 5 months

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My builder Birdie, married to her lovely husband Fang and having the time of her life:

My other builder, Desdemona, sitting at home and crying while her husband Miguel sits in prison:

#my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas builder #builder #my time at sandrock builder #mtas miguel x builder #mtas miguel #mtas fang #fang x builder #fang #miguel x builder #miguel #mtas fang x builder #im bitter

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 5 months

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When pen says literally anything anymore

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 5 months

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Lol, Hi, I'm back from the dead

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 10 months

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EEP ZEKE X F!BUILDER part 1!

This was a request (female by request, I swear I'll make more gender neutral in the future!) but I got carried away and I wanna make more for the sweet garden gnome man so yeah! Enjoy, part 2 will come soon!

Zeke had lived in sandrock for the vast majority of his life, and it had changed quite a bit in that time. With the disappearance of his adoptive mother and his adoptive father’s failing mental acuity, not to mention the untimely deaths of so many of the townspeople he’d grown up with, he had closed himself off in many respects.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care for the people of sandrock, on the contrary, he cared about them all greatly. But people were weak, and the desert was merciless, and Zeke had grown tired of loss. That was part of the reason he enjoyed his time in the moisture farm, alone and at peace- even when a plant was lost it could be regrown.

And that was how Zeke liked it. Alone, tending to his plants, and serving the people of sandrock from afar. At least that's how it was until the new builder moved to town.

She was a force to be reckoned with, an unstoppable train constantly barreling forward and making way for progress in a way that Zeke had thought was long gone in sandrock, and much in the same way she bust through the doors of the moisture farm during the googler’s attack she had bust through the gates he had placed in front of his heart.

She reminded him of Martyl in a way, determined and intelligent and caring. Maybe that was why he found himself wondering what kind of flower would make her happiest, or if she wanted to hear about the new data on the biocrust he’d discovered, or if she had enough water to drink, or if she…if she cared that he was a reclusive old man.

He paused, looking at the desert rose he’d been tending during his musings. Why did he always think of her when he tended the flowers?

He wouldn’t get the chance to dive deeper into this thought before the sound of the heavy metal doors of the moisture farm opening once again caught his attention. the builder came bounding in, carrying her heavy bag on her shoulders. He vaguely wondered how she always managed to lug that thing around…

“Zeke!! I have a need for seed!” she sang out as she looked for him, poking her head around the hydrogel. He quietly chuckled and turned to greet her.

“Good morning to you too.”

“Isn’t it? Its also a super hot morning! Which is why I brought you this.” she hummed, digging in her bag before pulling out a bottle of Heat Stroke medicine. Zeke’s smile faltered slightly but he accepted it gratefully. She was always bringing him medicine, always things that were precautionary for the weaker of residents.

A reclusive old man, indeed.

“Thanks, I’ve been feeling a little rough lately. This’ll hopefully help me feel a bit better.” he said, putting it on the shelf behind him, “what kind of seeds are you looking for?”

“Cantalope jute shoots! I love dan-bi but with all the time she devotes to the flowers in town you’d think she could take a moment to grow these for herself. She’s always looking for one or the other.” she said back, smiling warmly at the mention of their mutual friend. As if what he’d said had only just hit her the smile faded, “Wait, you aren’t feeling well? Have you gone to see Fang? I know he doesn’t talk much but he’s really good with medicine…” she began fussing slightly, a somewhat pout-ish frown taking over her mouth.

Darn, he hadn’t meant to make her worry. Shit. he quickly redirected her attention.

“Nah nah, just haven’t been sleeping great, but hey! Look what I’ve been trying my hand at!” He quickly snips a desert rose off the plant he’d been tending moments before and holds it out to her. Her eyebrows are still knit but she goes with his subject change and takes the rose. Her eyes widen slightly as she inspects the water drops on the petals where he’d been spraying them moments before her entry.

“Wow…this is so pretty…” she whispered as if afraid her voice would somehow disturb the bud.

“I’ve been trying my hand at a few more flowers lately…I usually grow foods here since its what the moisture farm is for but I…thought people might like these.” I thought you might like these.

“I’m sure they will! You’ve got such a green thumb I'm convinced you could grow water lilies in the desert!” she chuckled, gently caressing the petals. She tucked it behind her ear and grabbed the seeds he’d placed on the counter for her. “I’ve got a lot to do today, so I have to run but take care today, okay? Maybe I’ll bring you some coffee beans when my tree is next ripe.”

He smiled at her. “I’d really like that.”

She nodded once more and stuffed the seeds in her bag. She took off towards the moisture farm door once more, pausing to wave goodbye once more before she made her escape. Zeke watched her go with a small smile, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He turned to the freshly cut rose plant and his smile grew. He’d have to grow more.

#my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas builder #builder #my time at sandrock builder #mtas zeke #my time at sandrock zeke #zeke #mtas x builder #mtas x reader #female builder #yay!

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 10 months

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With pathea babe should I write for next? I'm in the mood to write, but there's just so many good characters to consider.

#my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas builder #builder #my time at sandrock builder #mtas x builder

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 10 months

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Another Miguel x builder because I'm an apologist, and I won't be repenting any time soon. Also I've had issues with corrupt authority in my life and am attracted to authority figures I perceive as genuine (ya know until he did the thing) and no won't be expanding on that, let's go!

This one's for my peeps that married Aadit and then fell in love with Miguel and got our hearts broken twice by duvos spies 🥲

Miguel x Female builder

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Today she didn’t look as happy as she usually did, Miguel decided. She was usually running about town, gathering materials, delivering her expertly-crafted goods, or chatting up the locals. Jasmine often talked about her during their lessons and how good she was at playing critters. Miguel himself often watched her run about the town below from the stone courtyard of the church which overlooked the small town, and noted she was almost always smiling at those she passed.

So what had the builder looking so much…less than herself? Hanging onto the small fence that protected the oasis and gazing out into the unending desert.

Miguel wasn’t sure, but he briefly looked to his side at the many desert roses she had helped him plant some time ago and he decided he was going to find out. Certainly they had grown close enough for her to share her griefs and worries with him…and if not then perhaps she would confide in him as her pastor. He left the courtyard where he had been looking out and began making his way down the long staircase that would lead him directly to the oasis, and by proxy, to her. Jasmine ran by him with her mailbag pausing momentarily to shout a quick “Hi, Pastor Miguel!” as she flew past. He returned the greeting with a small nod, smiling warmly at the little girl and continuing on his way. He cared for all the people of Sandrock but he’d be lying if he said he was not particularly fond of the child. She was always peppering him with questions of all manner during their lessons and he found her desire to learn an endearing trait in the child. He only wished others would take after her.

He set aside his musings as he approached the builder, still leaning hazardously over the fence, seeming lost in thought, eyes scanning the ever expanding horizon of the desert beyond.

“You seem ill at ease, builder. Care to share your troubles?” Miguel voiced as gently as he could, not wanting to surprise her. She did startle slightly but quickly recovered and gave Miguel a warm smile, though something about it was not quite the same as usual.

“Miguel! I’m glad to see you. It’s nothing, I’m fine. Just found myself with a moment of downtime for once and got lost in thought. Bad news from a friend of mine, unfortunately.” She seemed to breathe the end of the statement on a sigh and her smile drooped. He found he did not like the sound, and liked the look even less.

“Come, my child. Let us sit by the oasis and tell me what has been troubling your spirit.” He motioned back to the bench that he often saw her talking to others on. She nodded and sat with him, wrapping her arms around her midriff and sighing. “This friend of yours, I assume it's no one here in sandrock?’

She shook her head. “No, a friend in portia. I received a letter from them not long ago, and I just don’t know what to tell them. They got married some time ago to a nice man, who I thought we could trust. Writes me and tells me that he’s gone. Just up and left out of the blue, divorce papers and a broken mirror on the table, his things gone from the closet. They had kids…What do you say to them? ‘Sorry’ just isn’t enough but…” The builder trailed off and her eyes seemed to glaze over. Miguel sat stiffer than before, quietly trying to find the words to ease the situation.

“A shame, but perhaps it is for the best. If this man did not love your friend then maybe it’s better that they are now free to pursue real love with another. As for the children…I am at a loss for what may be said to them. Children are harder, they require a gentle but firm hand and…I’m not certain there is a way to be gentle about that.” Miguel said the words as calmly as he could. The truth was he was a bit angry inside. He had a certain disdain for those who abandoned their spouses, even more so if they left behind children. He had always wondered what kind of man Logan may have grown to be if his mother had remained. Perhaps he would have been more tame. Less of a thorn in Miguel’s side. But this was not about him or Logan, this was about the builder.

She sighed and shook her head, now making a point to look at her shoes. “That’s just it. I think he did love them. He seemed so perfectly happy with them. If I’m being honest my true trouble is a far more selfish matter.” Her ears reddened slightly at the mention of this but Miguel looked at her kindly.

“It’s perfectly possible to find personal pain within the suffering of those we care about. What really ails you?”

“What if I finally decide to get married and it turns out they don’t love me either? Or worse what if they do and then they leave me anyway? I know it's so stupid and so selfish because I’m not even in a relationship, and they're the one that's been betrayed but it makes me afraid to try one. Why put myself through that kind of pain?” The builder’s words had been growing in speed as she spilled her thoughts into the air and Miguel took the liberty of placing a calming hand on her arm. The contact seemed to ground her and she let out a long breath as if she had been holding it while she rambled.

Miguel huffed a quiet laugh before speaking softly to her. “It's alright to take note of the stumbling of others. It isn’t selfish to be troubled by a situation like this, hypothetical or not. The harsh truth, as you know I always tell, is that there is no way to promise that. You could make the wrong decision. Or you could make a very right decision. The problem with matters of the heart is that they often aren’t possible to foresee. My best advice to you, builder, is to find the one you trust. The one who makes you feel as if the world doesn’t matter and all will be well. Someone you know will guard your heart and ease your soul at every opportunity. And then, when you've found them, try it. Take the leap of faith and put your heart in their hands. Trusting them is your choice, builder, but betraying you? That would be their mistake.” Miguel finished his small speech, still staring the builder in the eyes, and found himself recognizing a look in them. The same look she’d had on her face while they erected the mural in the church and Miguel told her the truth of humanity’s folly. The same look she’d had when he’d reprimanded her and trudy for diving into a hazardous ruin unprepared.

It was a look like that said his words meant more to her than their face value, her eyes wide and her breath seeming to stall. Like he held the answers to every question she wondered. He found himself enjoying the look.

“You’re sure about that?” She asked

“Entirely.”

Usually she stood ever so slightly taller than Miguel but with her posture slumped in her distress he’d found himself looking down at her from his seat, which is precisely why he didn’t see the several emotions flash over her face before she suddenly sat up and leaned in. Miguel hadn’t time to react before her lips were on his and for a moment he stiffened. The pressure of her mouth on his waned as she lost confidence at his response. Before he could process things she had already pulled away and was burying her face into her hands.

“I’m sorry! I though I was reading you right, I thought we were on the same page, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” She rambled out all in the same breath, moving to stand from the bench.

Miguel grabbed her hand, and gently, slowly pulled her back down, gently clasping her one hand between both of his. “My lamb, make no mistake- You did misread me. I had no intention or mind to make this conversation about us. I didn’t even realize you felt that way,” the builder opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her, “but that does not mean it was an unwelcome turn of events.” He gave a pointed look with his deep violet eyes and the builder snapped her mouth shut to allow him to continue. Miguel tightened his grasp on her hand.

“Let me be clear, I have long sensed the deeper connection between us. I often fondly watched you and wondered if I should tell you but…I didn’t want to come across the wrong way…a man of the church, in a notable position of power in his town, attempting to force his affections on one of those he is meant to serve? A disgusting thought, and not one I wanted to become commonly agreed upon fact. Jasmine would ask about us during her lessons sometimes. Leave it to a child to see what the very two adults it concerns cannot. I always brushed it off…I didn’t want her learning the wrong lessons. I didn’t want her thinking that we were something…less appropriate.” Miguel took a pause to steady himself.

“I’ve long thanked the light for bringing you close enough to me in life that I could watch you from afar. It was what I was content to do until now. But now? Now you couldn’t keep me away from you if you tried. As the light above lays claim to my soul, you have the same to my heart. If this is what you truly want then I can think of nothing I’d like more than to walk my days knowing you are beside me.” He spoke with all the earnest sincerity he could muster, desperately trying to convey in his eyes what his sense of propriety wouldn’t allow him to. It seemed to work as the builder’s eyes sparkled and she immediately leaned in once more, but for an embrace this time. Miguel let go of her hand, instead opting to wrap one arm securely around her shoulders and use his free hand to gently stroke a hand through her hair. Her arms found their way around his waist and she practically laid herself against his shoulder.

“Oh, Miguel. That’s more than I ever hoped to hear from you. I want that too, I want to be a team for Sandrock.” Miguel flinched slightly at her words, but didn’t relinquish his hold on her.

A team for sandrock. He found himself questioning his true loyalties for the first time in a very long time. Perhaps the free cities were worth saving…if she would be happy saving them.

“Then that’s what we’ll be, my light. The best since Martyl and Mort. I promise.”

#my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas builder #builder #my time at sandrock builder #mtas miguel #mtas x builder #miguel x builder #miguel #my time at sandrock miguel #mtas miguel x builder

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 10 months

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There will be another miguel ficlett tonight, be warned. A bit longer than the last cause I got carried away. The funny part? I was an arvio and owen simp at first. Oh how the turn tables.

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 10 months

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Literally no one asked for this but I’m a simp for Miguel so I wrote for myself today. I like the preacher man. This is a horribly-written little blurb not long after the builder arrives in town.

Miguel x GN!builder.

Miguel would be the first to admit that he was not a popular man in Sandrock. His “friends” could be narrowed down to Matilda and he supposed Jasmine, if their lessons and her telling him about her books counted. Burgess was a nice young man but more of a follower than a friend, the same with Dan-bi. Pen was…Pen. Meant to be useful to him, rarely so. And all in all he didn’t mind it, never took much interest in the faces passing through the town during its inevitable decline. He happily busied himself with studying books and poetry, gardening, cleaning, and teaching Jas. Doing everything he could to distract himself for what would one day destroy these people at the behest of his aid. He was content that way at least.

So when they first introduced themselves in town he wasn’t quite sure what it was that caught him off guard about them. The newest builder. Scrappy, always covered in dirt and sand, always willing to lend aid anywhere. A perfectly average citizen to be sure.

A perfect citizen.

A sudden howl of wind snapped Miguel from his mind and he saw the quick brewing of a nasty sandstorm. The first one since the builder had arrived in town. He shook his head to clear the thoughts of them from his mind but turned to Pen who had been idly looking at himself in the mirror as the morning sun rose.

“The builder hasn’t yet withstood the trial of a sandstorm, have they? Why don’t you go and assist them, pen?”

The so-called defender of sandrock grumbled something Miguel did not quite catch but lumbered out the door of the dormitory all the same. Miguel watched as the merciless wind whipped sand hard against the glass of his window and thought of them for a moment more.

Perfect.

#my time at sandrock #mtas builder #mtas #builder #my time at sandrock builder #mtas miguel #miguel x builder #miguel #x builder #mtas x builder

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 10 months

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Qi x Builder headcanons that I promised to write ages ago and am only now getting to.

Qi is, as we know, not the most sentimental of people. Except yes, he is, in his own way. His admission to the builder after The Goat tells you this

The builder is definitely smarter than your average person, and Qi readily admits this. He's glad the builder is someone he can bounce his ideas off of. We already know he's thought about tempting the builder away from their work to become his assistant

Qi DOES have pet names for the builder, they're just a little unconventional. Instead of honey, sweetheart, love, etc he's far more likely to call you the more scientific yet still romantic terms like Inamorata (this is the fem/default spelling. inamorato for male) which simply means "to fall in love" or perhaps Amoret, which is a term often used to leave a relationship more open to interpretation, since he's voiced that it's somewhat experimental for him. Personal opinion he may even call you his microbino (little microbe). It fits him.

Man's can't flirt. He tries, sometimes. tells the builder that their physical build is proportionate to attraction. That the bicarbonate chain of their relationship is alaflactic. Etc. In his own way he's being very romantic, but that doesn't stop the builder from laughing and begging him to stop.

When the builder is tired Qi tries to help them by inventing machines that he think could be helpful. A rocket boosted Pickhammer! (thing the supermutant weapons from fallout 4) a forging stationf that fuels itself!

Despite his best efforts these are often non-usable. He sulks but the builder bring him tea and a kiss on the head and all of a sudden his failures seem less so.

Qi isn't huge on physical affection just because he's not used to it. He'll try anything the builder wants at least once, mind you. For science. He finds he likes holding the builders calloused hands and imagining what kind of work caused what formation.

He prefers kisses on the head to one's on the lips. They're quicker and easier, whereas ones on the lips have a tendency to...distract him from his work.

He'll never admit it to the builder but when he runs into a research stump one of the first things he does is think "what would builder do?"

After The Goat, (before builders return) he finds himself in his laboratory alone and is notably surprised when the tears start to fall. He's not great at emotions and the overwhelming grief he feels is a shock to him, which makes it worse. He ends up on his knees, hyperventilating. Poor man is a mess.

After builders return he plays it cool, as we know, approaches it scientific as ever, but is secretly begining to work on some sort of invention to help him keep an eye on the builder from his lab. Perhaps something they could wear to track their heartbeat, etc.

All in all, Qi is whipped for builder in his own Qi kind of way. He loves them more than he's ever loved anyone, even if he doesn't quite know how to voice it.

#my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas builder #builder #my time at sandrock builder #mtas qi #qi x builder #x builder #mtas headcanon

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panthea-owns-my-soul · 10 months

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Howdy folks, not that I expect this to really get any help but a filmmaker friend of mine has run into a rough spot and is needing to raise funds for some new equipment. She absolutely hates begging for money but she's a bit desperate (don't tell her I said that) so I figured I'd share here to help her out a little.

Obviously don't strain yourself to donate I'd you cant but she and I both appreciate you even looking at or sharing the page.

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