#Creator of Sanctuary

[digiflohw]

Arttrober Day18: Lilith (Diablo IV)

What a great antagonist. She did nothing wrong (for the most part).

[nothingfunnyidk]

Mummy? Not sorry

[albino-parakeet]

Finally got to buy Volume 4 of Dinosaur sanctuary and...

I would kill for pup Sophie.

[sanctuarypress]

Tayen Core is now public release!

Well, folks, I've finally gotten there. After long, grueling development of my heartbreaker project, a fully functional d20 TTRPG, Tayen Core is now available for purchase.

Reviews from my playtesters:

"An adventurous and experimental romp through a complete reimagining of the d20 ttrpg paradigm" - Bean "I don't think I could come up with anything actually good" - Malady "The most intense examining of one's role within a fictional adventure along with the gayest world that ever was" - Sage "A refreshing take on game design that gives players old and new a chance to create amazing stories together" - Sophie "This system is gay as hell" - Wintyr "This system would cause major dysfunction in my family were it to be leaked" - Anarcho "Requires a little more character setup than dnd, but easier to play overall. very gay, very inspired, very worth" - Crimson "I hear the dragons are real weird" - Kassiopeia

Pricing:

For one week only, Tayen Core is 33% off its $15 price tag! Come pick it up for $10 and change!

If you can't afford Tayen and want to play, fear not! A site a la Archives of Nethys is incoming in the next bit, you'll just have to wait.

Link:

I'll reblog this with a link in a second!

[beeclops]

these furry fellas has the same VA btw

[mostunderratedawards]

Most Underrated Lead Actor

Leonardo DiCaprio in Killers of the Flower Moon

Matt Damon in Air 

Christopher Abbott in Sanctuary 

John David Washington in The Creator 

Ben Platt in Theater Camp

Morgan Freeman in A Good Person

Aiden Ehrenreich in Fair Play

Billy Porter in Our Son 

[fallout-fucker]

Crows Of The Commonwealth

I was on CrowTok and it made me come up with an idea.

So, obviously a lot of the crows in the Commonwealth are made by the Institute, though I personally like to believe that there are still a lot of crows that are regular ones, too.

Crows are an incredibly smart species of bird, which makes sense as to why they're the ones the Institute use. To my memory, I don't think there are any other birds in the game. Again, I'd like to headcanon that they're not the only ones left but if only a few species of birds managed to survive the bombs and the aftermath, I wouldn't put it past crows to be one of those species due to that intelligence.

Crows are known for recognising people, which also works in favour of the Institute as to why they'd choose them specifically. If you are able to tell the difference between individual crows, you'll be less likely to question if a specific one if following you if you are aware they likely recognise you.

However, they're also known to bring gifts and trinkets if treated right, or actually attack people who don't. And they remember faces. I don't get the impression that the Institute treats them too kindly if they don't even consider Gen 3 Synths as people, who are literally created with technology and human biology/DNA.

If we imagine that the Institute Crows work like Synths do, then that means that they are also able to become independent like Synths can. We know they have the level of intelligence, more so than another species of bird, to perhaps reach that level of independence. That's exactly why the Institute picked them. Wouldn't it be ironic if that became part of the Institute's downfall.

So imagine a Sole Survivor, fresh out of the Vault, scared and cold on their first few nights. Hungry, tired, likely sick, grieving. Alone. They have Dogmeat. They have themselves. A few strangers they saved. Nothing else.

They're trying their best one night to settle. They've only been unfrozen for a few days by now, but have yet to leave Sanctuary. They chose to stay for a couple days to prepare for their long journey ahead, and rebuild their home so they had somewhere to go back to. Preston has taught them basics self defence and survival, Sturges has helped them temporarily fix the holes in their walls. They're not close to these strangers yet, but there's a small comfort in knowing there's still people, and people nearby to run to if anything not friendly comes knocking on their door.

They're picking at a 200 year old box of stale cereal, not able to stomach the taste just yet. In the end, they end up leaving it in a bowl for Dogmeat to have, preferring to sleep, hunger be damned. They sleep on the floor that used to hold the dinning table, not ready to sleep in the now-too-empty bedrooms.

By morning, their sleep is interrupted. Not by the cold October air that their thin, makeshift blanket- That doubles as their coat during the day- barley keeps away. Not by the sunlight that seeps in by the broken shards of class where the window used to be. Not by drops of rain that fall through the cracks in the ceiling. Not even by Dogmeat licking then awake, like he did yesterday morning. This time it's the sound of pecking and squawking that has Sole prying their eyes open.

A small group of grows picking at the bowl of cereal. They must've gotten in through what once was the window, or literally any of the holes of missing metal panels scattered throughout the building. Sole barely has it in them to care. They know they shouldn't waste food that could've gone to them or their new furry friend, but they truly cannot bring it in them to mind. They wonder if the birds have a hard time finding food, too, and decide it might not be a waste at all.

They sit up. A few of the crows fly up onto the windowsill at their movements, one stays enjoying their breakfast, unfazed. Sole waits, sitting still until the birds realise they have no intention of harming them. They glide back down onto the floor, going back to eating.

After a few moments, the crow that stayed perks his head up, neck twitching into an angle that lets him look at Sole. He hops over, stopping just before he reaches their lap. Sole raises their hand, thumb and index finger moving slowly until they land on its neck. His feathers bristle under Sole's pets, his feet dancing happily beneath him. The other crows finish their breakfast. Salem, Sole decides to call him, joins his friends who hop back onto the windowsill. They fly off. He turns his head to the side, a beady eye looking at Sole again. He squawks at them before flying off to join the others.

Sole spends the rest of their day taking metal panels from some of the completely collapsed houses to fix the holes in their walls. They're able to find paint at the old Red Rocket down the road when looking for more equipped tools. Repainting isn't exactly their priority right now, just making sure the house will be fit to stand against the weather, and for when it gets colder in the next few months. The paint will be useful when they get to the stage of being able to consider making it look presentable, however. Unfortunately, the only paintbrush they find is snapped in half. They toss it in frustration. Less so because of the brush itself, and more so because Sole has a lot of anger built up from the events of the last few days that they have no other outlet for.

They end up going home when the sun starts to set, having avoided the empty tomb of memories for as long as possible. It wasn't safe to be out so close to dark.

When they set down their tolls by the door, something on the kitchen counter catches their eye.

Upon inspection, they realise it's an intact paintbrush.

Their confusion lasts barely five seconds, as they hear a familiar squawk. Hoping on the windowsill is Salem. His eyes study Sole. He's waiting. Sole smiles, pulling open the duffle bag they'd taken on their supply run. They pull out two wild mutfruits, which they'd harvested from bushes near the station. Sole cuts them into smaller pieces, before tossing them gently into the grass of their back garden from the car porch. Salem glides to the pieces, now satisfied in knowing that Sole approved of and appreciated his gift. Sole looks up to the trees that border their garden where other crows have started to also descend from to join in on the food offering. Apparently, there's a lot more in this group than what Sole had assumed from the smaller one earlier. About twenty feathered creatures dance about on branches decorated by orange and brown leaves or nibble at the mutfruit in the grass.

Salem flies over once he's had his fill, taking a seat on Sole's shoulder. His friends also begin hopping over gradually, and Sole ends up sitting down to welcome them and pet their small heads. Dogmeat also seems to love the attention, or perhaps just the warmth that radiates from Sole's body as he curls up next to them. Every so often, one of them drops a trinket into Sole's lap as they snuggle into them. A random screw, some gears, even some bottlecaps. Bits and bobs that a few days ago, Sole would've considered mostly junk, even if they'd still been appreciative, but everything now is useful. They even drop a few things by Dogmeat's snout, who sniffs them, tail wagging. Sole doesn't think Salem appreciates the happy licks Dogmeat gives him, though.

Regardless, Sole breathes out slowly, deeply, as they take in the sunset and birdsong before them. It's the first time they've honestly felt any peace since leaving that godforsaken Vault.

Sole makes a mental note to redesign the kitchen window when they get around to fixing it so that it'll be able to open widely. They also begin thinking about designs for birdhouses, feeders, and small fountains.

It's safe to say Sole feels slightly better than they did when they went to bed last night.

They feel less alone.

For some reason, as Salem nestles into their lap, against their stomach, a small pressure builds in their gut. They can't quite shake the instinct, the thought that comes with it. The feeling that Salem feels less alone now, too.

[twenty-centimeters]

txt as chromakopia songs 𓂃۶ৎ

[96crewlove]

HALSEY THE GREAT IMPERSONATOR TTC CHROMAKOPIA AND TXT THE STAR CHAPTER SANCTUARY AOTY FTW

[the-king-of-lemons]

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[sheilamurrey]

A Reincarnation: Holy Ground (9 Deer/MANIK)

Our Sovereign Time and Place TRECENA OF STORM/CAUAC: A BLESSING OF LIVING WATER MAYAN CALENDAR DAYKEEPER’S JOURNAL 9 Deer/MANIK (man ‘neek), Cherokee…A Reincarnation: Holy Ground (9 Deer/MANIK)

[ianmccloud]

The Ballad of the Battle of Hafrsfjord

I just had a creative phase and combined my ballad about the Battle of Hafrsfjord with some of my film footage. The footage was shot at the Ring Sanctuary.

[sanctuarypress]

Update: Tayen Core now has a free edition!

You can download it for free from our Itch page! It's missing lore and won't have art when I do the art update for the print edition, but if you just want to see what the hubbub's about, you can find it there!

[syboubou]

Dorm Territory CC set

This is the ultimate customizable haven for young Sims with a new custom content set designed for crafting the perfect dormitory or teenage bedroom. This collection is packed with modular elements that offer endless combinations, featuring an extensive range of color swatches to match any style or theme.

Dive into diverse thematic options—from celestial space motifs and geeky gadgets to musical influences, gothic darkness, adorable kawaii touches, athletic vibes, or serene nature elements. Each theme is meticulously curated to ensure that every room can be tailored to reflect the unique personality and interests of your young Sims.

Whether you opt to differentiate each room with its own distinctive clutter or unify them under a common theme with personalized variations, this set provides the flexibility to create spaces that are as individual as your Sims. Explore the possibilities and let your Sims express their identity in their personal sanctuaries 🤓

Description

This set includes 35 new items:

Comfort: Bunk bed, single bed, desk chair, messy pillows floor seat

Surfaces: Desk, wall desk, standing shelfes, wall shelves, TV console table

Storage: Dresser (with our without posters)

Electronics: Computer, Small TV, Hifi stereo, Video games console (requires City living)

Lighting: Left and right wall lamp, crown neon, fire flame neon, quote neon

Hobby: Functional electric guitar (+ wall decor version)

Clutter: Wall organizer, bagpack, homework, rug, decor amp, globe, cds stack pile, Schoolbooks pile, controllers, videogames box, uno cards

📥Free download on my website

✨NEW ✨ If you can't subscribe to my patreon you can still support me via the Support A Creator program ! 💚

[ian-the-existential-crisis]

*sorry for the sound quality. I was fixed two weeks after recording.*

Welcome to Sanctuary!

[littlestarxmilkyway]

There's already been so much grief, praise and celebration of Inomata just on Twitter alone. I always loved her work and knew she was famous, but I didn't fully grasp her impact on the illustration industry in Japan until now. The message from Kikan S is definitely one of the most beautiful and important to me. And I had to order another copy of her last cover it.

I didn't realize the ribbon connected until I read the Kikan S message. That's such a beautiful touch. My copy of Sanctuary will always be important to me, but gaining a new appreciation for those covers makes me feel like I'm going to value it even more.