#YAN FROM MY TIME AT SANDROCK
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After a number of personal tragedies, a young woman named Mitty leaves her home in Highwind to properly kickstart her career as a Builder in Sandrock. While she's still unsure of herself and hampered by her low self-esteem, she begins to find true happiness again as she meets the people around her. Someone who catches her eye in particular is the town's only doctor, Fang, a young man who seems just as lost as she is, if not more so. Feeling he needs companionship more than anything, Mitty vows to bring happiness to his life, little by little. However, she won't be able to suppress her growing feelings for him forever...
Swan's Treasure is my ridiculously ambitious blatantly self-indulgent personal fancomic series for My Time at Sandrock starring Fang and my OC, Mitty. I very much simply make this for fun, but this series grew much bigger than I was expecting, so I decided to make this index page to make it easier to navigate to each comic, especially since they're becoming less and less self-contained as I continue!
It is highly, highly recommended that you have played My Time at Sandrock before reading, as it is necessary to better understand the characters and story more. (I will die if i try to adapt every last piece of lore in the game, lol). That, and it is genuinely a fun game and I highly recommend it if you enjoy crafting sims + RPGs + both! As such, these comics will contain major spoilers for the game, so proceed with caution!
I may hop around to tackle story beats I may have missed or skipped over, so these are listed in chronological order.
Pushing Forward [part 1] [part 2] - Mitty leaves Highwind and moves to Sandrock to begin her career. She meets and makes several new friends, including the town's only doctor...
Earrings and Diagrams - Mitty continues to work for the people in Sandrock, which leads to her crossing paths with Fang again when X steals her earrings to try to impress CoCo.
Cheery Picnic - With some ideas from X, Mitty and Arvio invite Fang to a picnic to get to know him better. (The one that started it all!)
Mapo Tofu Weekend - After she and Fang get into a bit of an argument during a sandstorm, Mitty’s convinced he won’t want to see her again, so she’s surprised when he visits her and asks her to try the Mapo Tofu he made for her.
A PSA in Overwork (And Also Interfacing With Your Bestie's Boss) - Mi-an faints due to overwork and is ordered to take a week off by Fang. Yan uses the opportunity to shove all the commission work onto Mitty.
Doctor's Orders, Don't Interfere - A short follow up comic to A PSA in Overwork, Mitty and Fang go for a walk on a particularly hot day.
Shiny Hunting - In an effort to get them together, X and CoCo go out looking for jewels for Fang and Mitty. Things go downhill from there.
Season 2 Episode 36a Graveyard Shift - At Mort’s request, Mitty helps Fang tidy up the cemetery.
I Still Love You, Even Though I Miss You - Fang and Mitty spend the Day of Memories festival together and talk about their passed loved ones.
I’d Love More Dress Options - Fang wants to gift Mitty something, but doesn’t know what.
Painful Memory - A certain bandit attack in Sandrock triggers a harsh memory for Mitty.
She Clearly Feels Better, Doctor - A short follow up comic to Painful Memory, Mitty finishes sewing her new work outfit and shows it to Fang.
The Validity Test - Mitty gets a surprise visit from Nia. However, she seems pretty suspicious of Fang...
Regrets That Don't Disappear - Elsie asks Mitty to ask Fang about the incident that led to Logan becoming a bandit, but he won't say a word, even to her...
Bird Cage - Mitty tries to check up on Fang after their last meeting, but he seems to be doing even worse than before...
Things Changed While You Were Gone - Trudy comes back to Sandrock, noticing something has changed while she was away.
Don't Lose Your Patience - Fang listens in on a fireside meeting that quickly goes south.
Mahjong Break - Fang goes to check up on Mitty and gets roped into a Mahjong match at the Game Center.
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NPC dialogue with my builder
It's been so long since I'm thinking about the NPC dialogue of my builder, but I finally finished it !!
"Cookie" is a new resident at Sandrock. She works with Doctor Fang as a veterinary voluntary, but have to work as a builder too in order to be able to live. She's very clumsy and airhead, but always in a good mood. Her positivity seems to be contagious.
Introduction :
Hi ! Everyone here called me by my nickname Cookie. Nice to meet ya ! I'm a part-time builder and I'm working at the clinic as a veterinary twice per day ; the Monday and... No. Hum.... Tuesday and Thursday... No that's not it... Wednesday and Friday...?
...
Just come at the clinic and see if I'm here.
Birthday :
My birthday ? It's... Ah ! The 27 autumn ! You're not oblige to remember it. Sometimes I forget it myself.
Acquaintance :
- If you need something, don't hesitate to ask me. But I don't guarantee that your craft will be in a good state... Well, if you're too scared to see my broken craft and be disappointed, ask to Mi-An.
Buddy :
- Please, if you see Yan... Can you tell me I'm working into the mine ? During this time, I will wandering around searching for some animals and play with them.Oh. wait. I was not supposed to say that.
Good friend :
- It's so hard to work as a builder and veterinary too ! Well, even though I'm working at the clinic twice per week, and that for the rest of the week people refuses to give me commission...
I guess I don't have as much work as I thought.
Best friend :
- I never thought I would be so attached to all people in Sandrock! It's been less than one year since I'm here. Sandrock is my new family.
Hey, can I say that my best friend is part of my family too ?! Thank you for putting up with me.
Lover :
- Turn around so I can hug you... W-why from behind ? Well, it's a little bit embarrassing if I facing you... I don't want you to see me blush...!
- I'm always smiling usually, but when I see you... My smile get bigger and my cheeks becomes red ! I always want to be by your side.
During a sandstorm :
Be careful during sandstorm, it's very dangerous ! Last time, I almost receive a brick floating away from my workshop. Another time, I met a wild Yakmel and had to run away ! And another time, I fell into the sandfish pond... Ah, and... Well. Forget it. Just watch where you step !
On rainy days :
Hey, why are we saying"it's raining cats and dogs" ? There is no animals falling from the sky...
...
Sorry. That's a dumb question.
Day of a bright sun :
Day of bright sun is like a second Christmas ! But it's not very smart to put food inside gift that will fall from the sky. Just imagine the surprise when you open it !
Showdown at High Noon :
I love this day ! It's the best occasion to fight people you don't like for free and without any consequences !
Wait... Am I the only one to think like this ??
Haha ! I'm joking. Right ?
Days of memories :
Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it. See the floating lanterns always make me wanna cry. It hurts so much to not be able anymore to say to someone how much you love him. I hope this lantern will be the link between the earth and the sky.
Tour de Rock :
Hey, let's ask to Trudy if we can include the Pensky to the racing ! Why ? Because they're don't need board to slide across the sand ! Ah, but I guess they'll always win... Oh and I don't want to hurt one of them unintentionally... Okay. Forget the idea.
Running of the Yakmels :
Ah, it's the only event where you don't have to apologize if you hit someone clumsily ! Wait. But it's only if I'm riding a Yakmel ? It doesn't work if I'm stumbling on someone like usual ?
Winter solstice :
One of the best event of the year... The event that unite all people in Sandrock around a bonfire and delicious food ! But my favourite part is the fireworks. It's so beautiful! Even though after this your ears hurts...
Speech bubbles :
Greets a friend : Hi ! How many time have I met you today ?
Greets a romantic partner : See you has made my day !
New haircut : Hmm... It seems something changed but I don't know what.
Panda eyes : Nice panda makeup !! Oh, that's not makeup...
When attacked : Hey ! I'm sure this attack is not clumsiness!
Gift :
Loved gift :
King horned dragon : aaaaw, thanks it's so cute !! Wait a minute... Since when have you this poor creature in your pockets ? But don't worry. I will take very good care of it !
Purple fireworks : Heheh, I know someone who will be startled... Hmm ? Did I say something ?
Liked gifts :
Cactus Halloween statue : Thanks ! I will place it into my workshop so that everyone can see the light into the night.
Neutral gifts : Thank you ! For what it is...? Well, I suppose it's the gesture that counts.
Disliked gifts :
Spicy food : Ah... Sorry but I can't eat this. My stomach become hell every time I eat this.
Romance :
Accepted : W-what ? You want me to be your girlfriend ? How embarrassing, but... Yes, of course ! I will do everything to see your smile !
Rejected : Haha... I'm sorry but, I can't start a relationship now. I'm not ready to open my heart for someone. Excuse me.
Break up : Am I... Dreaming ? No...? Okay then. It's your choice, I can't do anything about it. Forget me for a while please.
Jealous : I... I thought you loved me. I guess I wasn't important enough to you. It's so hard to trust someone nowadays.
Sitting, dining and chatting :
(Dlc outfit)
Compliment appearance :
- Thanks ! It upset me that people see me like a teenager because of my twintail and my large jacket when I'm an adult !
Compliment work :
- W-woah, I never thought to hear this one day. You know the deformed objects at the guild the weekend ? Don't you ever ask yourself... Who build them ?
Compliment personality :
Thanks ! I like to cheer up everyone the best I can. A smile can make your day, and sometimes kindness is enough too !
Asked about her past :
I have been took away from my family as a kid. I missed my old brother and father that I want to catch up with. And my mother ? Haha... Hum. Let's change subject please.
Asked about work :
To be honest... I don't have a lot of commissions. On the one hand, I have a lot of free time. On the other hand, I don't earn a lot of money... Even when I'm working at the clinic.
Asked what she likes to do :
First of all, taking care of the other. Animals or human. Secondly... I like playing pranks. As long as I don't get caught. I'm always running away from Yan. I don't know how he always knows it's me !
Asked about her favourite things :
I love collecting cute things !! If you come to my house you will see that I have more plush than machines... B-but don't tell this to anyone ! They may see me more as a child...
Relationships thoughts :
Elsie : She's one of my best friend ! We have so much in common, like our love for animals, and pranks. She's the one who always gets me into it ! Ah... And I'm always the one who can stop her. She's used to seeing me running towards her with some wild animals behind me that I tried to become friends with, and she's always helps me to calm them down. I still want to believe that every animals can become your friend.
Fang : First he's appears to me as a very cold person. He reminds me my mother in a kind of way... I was really wary in the beginning. But with some times, I see in him a very kind person, who cares about others. Just like my master... It's one of the reasons why I asked him to become his apprentice. He heals humans, I heals animals. Well, I haven't finished my studies in veterinary, but his methods of heals are very interesting ! I work at the clinic when he's not here, Wednesday and Friday.
Because we are colleagues, I always call him "Doctor Fang".
He's not very talkative, but his silence is peaceful and his presence alone is comforting. No need to talk to convey emotions.
His behaviour suggests that he's been through a difficult stuff, so I try not to touch him, or go behind his back, as this might frighten him. When he's feeling bad, I feel so... Useless. The only thing I can do is to stay by his side, and ask him "Tell me what you feel." In this way, he began to open up to me. Thanks for trusting me Doctor Fang.
X : He's my very first friend when I arrived to Sandrock. It's so much easier to talk and confess your pain to an animals. Animals are pure, trustworthy. When I'm too shy to talk to someone, or when I see someone sad, I ask X to carry a small paper with a message on it. Usually I wrote jokes, funny or comforting quotes so that I can see someone smiles reading it. My favourite thing is to do it with Fang. Ah, I never get tired to see him laughing to my messages !! That's because he doesn't dare laugh in front of me...
Mi-An : She's one of my bestie ! She helped me a lot when I came here, searching for a job. I asked Yan to become a builder to earn some money and be useful, and Mi-An taught me everything. She's very patient towards me because I fail everything I build, but erm- When we first hanged out, we saw that we have a lot of things in common ! I really trust her. She's one of the few people I've been able to open up to.
Ernest : He's very kind, and pretty, but... I'm really scared of him. N-not of "him" personally! But you know, he's a writer, journalist and... I'm terrified that he found some information about me... Before Sandrock. I tried to run away from my old life, starts a new one. I can't forget what happened to me before, but... I can just close my eyes and pretend that everything will be okay. I couldn't bear it if my old life caught up with me to the point of destroying my new one. Sorry Ernest to be so cold towards you !
Yan : Like a lot of people, I don't like it. He treats everyone like sh- I mean, he treats everyone like nothing. Okay, he can treat me like this because I'm a Newbie like he said, but he can't act like this towards Mi-An ! She's very strong, determined, she works very hard and Yan never congratulates her ! Unforgivable.
More of that, he scares me a lot. Especially when he's angry. Like, every time ? I always try to avoid him with different methods. Like hiding, disguise or just run away. The only times I approach him with more than 10 meter is to prank him. Hey ! He always says "He who loves well, punishes well" so here it is. Sorry.
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I’m super late for the LIs ask but here’s green lady Sandara for you :3
She's a serene and sensitive soul with a soft spot for all kind of creatures. While she may seem a bit distant initially, once you break through, her warmth and caring nature shine through.
P.S : she may have a type for the most stubborn ones 🤭💚
New outfit for the desert queen????? 💚💚
The Men>
🤍Logan🤍
By the time Logan clears his name, he’s tired and feels as though he’s aged well beyond his years. Whatever was left of his young and reckless tendencies mellows out a bit. He just wants to settle back in and live a content and peaceful life. Having Sandara there in it now, seeing how she clicks with Andy and feeling the serene calm she brings to his world draws Logan in. She’s someone who understands creatures in monsters in a way that parallels his own understanding, but also expands upon it. He wants to learn more even if the two have their own views on monsters and such. Sandara helps soothe his rough spots and feel warm.
💚Owen💚
I thought I’d say Justice, but surprised myself to put Owen down instead. He’s there from the beginning when Sandara is up and about after Justice saves her from the desert. He’s putting up a room for her, free of charge while Mason hurries to take advantage of her presence and retire out early, clearing the shack for her if she wants it after she expresses looking for a job to provide for herself. He’s fascinated by the stories and having been a traveler himself before coming back to Sandrock, he wants to hear of the world again. The places he didn’t go to. He avoids the touchy topics and lets her relive the world she’s lost. Sometimes, he writes her stories that he’d never share with the town, just for her eyes, of her world that he keeps alive within pages of a notebook.
The Ladies>
☀️Sol☀️
I completely believe @solsandrock’s Sol would fistfight for the ladies’ slot in pairings for Sandara. I’m a little scared of the woman to even try thinking of someone else to ship with Sandara, she could toss my ass without blinking. Sol and Sandara are an opposites attract sort of deal to an extent. Where Sandara is calm and serene, Sol is blunt and near abrasive. She’s never let anyone take advantage of Sandara if she can help it. Yan even rolling his eyes in Sandara’s direction is the perfect excuse to threaten the man. She’s softer and more caring when it comes to Sandara. They might as well be married so Sandara can get into jewelry making faster. It’s okay, Sol can handle all the building just fine.
#my time at sandrock#mtas#sandrock#pathea#siren speaking✨#mtas Owen#Sandrock Owen#mtas Logan#Sandrock Logan#mtas not my oc#mtas oc#mtas shipping#shipping ask game#ask
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Wisteria NPC dialogue
Dialogue if Wis was an NPC in MTAS! I've written some of these lines before, but since a couple other people have been doing it, I decided to write moreeeee! I've fleshed out most of the basic dialogue types.
[Very long post below the cut, heads up :P]
Intro: "Oh hey, you're new here? I'm new here too. I'm Wisteria. Or Wis. Or Wisty. Your pick. I'm still getting used to getting around here, but maybe we can learn together."
Acquaintance:
Oh, hey. What’s up? Me? Oh, not much.
How are commissions? Busy? Yeah.
Need any help with anything? No? Okay. Feel free to ask if you do.
"Ughhhhh, this heat. Whyyyy did I move to the desert...?! Oh hey, sorry. I'm just busy dying... Ughhhhhh...."
Buddy:
"I keep running out of water... No, not with the machines, it's my garden. Think I got a bit overzealous..."
“Hey, you explore the ruins lately? Find anything cool? I mostly turned up a bunch of cheap plastic junk, but there are some interesting things here and there.”
“If you wanna use the telescope without risking Qi giving you the stinkeye, he never uses it between 3 and 4 AM on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Yeah, odd hours. But this is Qi we’re talking about, remember?”
“I don’t mind taking up something extra if it’ll help you out. With a guy like Yan at the helm, we need each other’s backs as much as possible…”
“Slow going machine? Hmm… Here, let me. I know a trick to make this a little faster…”
Good Friend:
“Quick question: what’s your favorite plant? …I see, I see. Lemme see if I can get my hands on it and we’ll see if it can grow out here!”
“Do I miss Highwind? Eh, yes and no. I’ve still got a chip on my shoulder about the place, but…it doesn’t matter now. I’ve got Sandrock. And I’ve got you.”
“My aunt Solanum sent me more pomato seeds again… You want any? No? Okay. …You want any potatoes or tomatoes? Swing by my place if you do. I have…many.”
I always keep my screwdriver set on me. You probably should too. You never know when you’ll come across something that needs screwing, or something that needs a little leverage, or a time when you need a stabbing weapon! …What? Never an impossibility.”
Sandstorm: “Careful out there. It’s already hard to see and the sandhat only makes it worse. Stay close to landmarks you recognize.”
Rain: “Raaaaaain! Oh man, I don’t have to water all gajillion of my plants today! Yaaaaay!”
Player has a new haircut: “Hm? Oh, new hair! Looks good.”
Player has panda eyes: “Hey, you good? It’s not really worth it to try and squeeze out work past like, 10 PM. Trust me, I would know.”
Player cuts a tree in front of Wis: “Oi, oi. That was a nice tree, I’ll have you know. Not many of those around here. Now it’s dead.”
Player attacks Wis with a weapon: “Ack! Be careful! That’s not a sparring weapon!”
Birthday: "My birthday? Fall 26. Born just before the end of the best season. Yes, fall is the best season. Objectively true."
Day of the Bright Sun: “I wanna take a closer look at the airship, but every time I look up, I’m conked in the head by a present…”
Showdown at High Noon: “Sparring is supposed to be safe, but we’re still swinging stone weapons around… Oh, and Qi might be slow, but that hammer is still 100% steel. Don’t get bonked.”
Day of Memories: “Who am I remembering? Well, I don’t know what kind of person they were. I don’t even know their name. All I know is that they lived a long, long time ago…and I see their face every time I look in the mirror.”
Tour de Rock: “I think most of the budget for Sandapalooza goes into injury compensation. And lawyer’s fees. For uh, the injury lawsuits. But um…you didn’t hear that from me.”
Running of the Yakmel: “Horses, I can handle. Yakmel, I can’t.”
Winter Solstice: [with a full mouth] “Mmm, hey. Have you tried this kebab? It’s really good!”
Loved gifts:
Floating galaxy: “Oooooh, look at this! It’s so pretty! You can look at the stars whenever you want! Thank you!”
Potted plants: “Aw, look at this little guy. I’ll be sure to take good care of it. What? Am I gonna give it a name? I’m a human named after a plant. Little guy’s already got a name, haha!”
Liked gifts:
Other relics: “Oh, this is cool. Where’d you find it? What do you suppose it was used for?”
Dishes she likes (e.g. beef noodles, sour and spicy potato): “Did you make this yourself? Smells really good. Thanks.”
Tea leaves or summer sand tea: “Never drank that much tea until I met Qi. Now I actually really like it. Thanks! I’ll be sure to share some with him too, if you don’t mind.”
Materials she likes (e.g. steel bars): “Oh, sweet Sunlight, you’re my savior. These things are a ton of work to get for how much I need.”
Neutral gifts: “For me? Oh. Thanks…?”
Disliked gifts:
Desert mushrooms or dishes with mushrooms: “Eh…mushrooms? Not a big fan, sorry. Beans might like it, though…”
Most accessories: “Hm… Looks cute, but it’s not really my thing. Sorry.”
Hated gifts: “…There are more civil ways of sending a message. Like using your words, for instance. Like an adult would do.”
Complimenting appearance: “Aw, thanks! Pablo says my hair and my fashion sense are boring, but maybe I like it boring, Pablo! It’s practical. And my hair is already great without anything extra.”
Complimenting work: “Hey, that…that really means a lot. Back in Highwind, being a small fry builder was such a thankless job to have. Even if one person is appreciating what I do…then it’s all worth it. Thank you.”
Complimenting personality: “Oh! Uh, thank you! Not sure what else I can say. I’m just me, y’know?”
Asked about her past:
“I’m a clone. Test tube baby. No, seriously! Some researcher found an Old World lab one day and there was baby me, chilling in a tube of goo. There were a bunch of other babies exactly like me in the same place. We were all adopted out eventually, to my knowledge. There’s another Wis in Portia, but I don’t know where the others ended up…”
“I had another workshop back in Highwind. Wasn’t very much, just a humble little shack. But it was mine. And I loved it. …And then I ran out of money.”
The first thing I made when I graduated from the Builder Academy was the sign outside my workshop. Made from local pine wood. I kept it even after my old workshop closed. Now it’s hanging outside my new workshop!”
“Things started getting kinda heated back in Highwind a year or two after my workshop went out of business. Apparently a lot of us newcomers were pretty quickly getting run out of business. We yelled and screamed at the Commerce Guild and the city government, but it only amounted to an audit of the Commerce Guild. An internal audit. Surprise surprise, nothing wrong, apparently.”
Asked about work:
“You ever notice how some people always want certain things commissioned? Like how the Civil Corps always needs canvas for some reason? I usually keep a stockpile of those materials so I can crank the stuff out a lot quicker when the commissions hit the board.”
“I always keep my eye out for anything that looks like a relic piece when I mine for ore. That and the rats…”
Asked what she likes to do:
“I thought I wasn’t going to be using my camera a whole lot after I restored it, but I’m actually kinda into using it these days. I like to take pictures of the plant and animal life around here. Makes it seem like less of a wasteland. Okay, most of it is a wasteland…but not all of it.”
“It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I honestly like reassembling relics by hand. Yeah, yeah, the restoration machine does a better job of it, but it’s fun trying to treat it like a puzzle, y’know?”
“Some nights, I like to park myself somewhere quiet and with a good view of the sky. And I just watch the stars for a while. Good thing about living in a desert is that ‘somewhere’ is pretty much everywhere.”
“I got so excited about gardening that I planted all the seeds I had at once. Uh…pro tip: don’t do that. Unless you want to spend hundreds on water every week. At least Burgess knows it’s all going to growing stuff and not getting wasted.”
Asked about her favorite things:
“I really like relics. Finding them, restoring them, studying them… Most of the stuff in the ground is pretty benign, unlike what some people think. And even if it wasn’t, it’s still important to acknowledge that they exist.”
“Um…I’d say plants, but I’ve got plenty of those to take care of already.”
“It’s always a good day whenever I can get my hands on extra materials.”
#my time at sandrock#mtas#mtas builder#mtas wisteria#mtas oc#other shady business#long post#i have a couple mission reaction dialogues but since there's no good way to censor spoilers i took them off :P
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Just had a horrible realization on the Friend List thingie for My Time at Sandrock. The one that shows the character’s relationships.
Pen and Matilda get the status “Leave” (Left) when they leave Sandrock. Miguel remains in jail until you either send him away or attempt to reform him, at which point he either rejoins Sandrock Society, or, I assume, to jail (at which point his status will change to “Leave”? I don’t actually know, I chose to give him a second chance).
Yan, however. Retains his status like Miguel. Either this is unintentional, or it implies he’ll be back.
Now I’m imagining a whole thing where we have an additional twin-trouble. Maybe Yan tries to attempt to murder Wei (again) and we get a scenario where have to attempt to save Wei from the desert whole he’s impersonating his brother.
Wei, the poor bastard still traumatized from his time in the Peripheries. The poor bastard who still gets comments occasionally on how he’s actually Yan in disguise, or that Yan was better, or whatnot.
Maybe this event helps him settle into Sandrock?
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had a lovely friend suggest I get into My Time at Sandrock while I needed a break from my usual fare and while waiting for my actions to recharge in Fallen London.
so I got it over the Easter Sale, didn’t touch it for a bit until I got bored one day and went “Eh, I’ll give it an hour or two”.
i now have racked up 36 hours over the span of a week, no thanks to the long Easter weekend and this game had me in a death grip and I just finished planting the trees and can’t figure out who to date ahhhhhhh
Question for those who have played to the end though: is there any way to screw with Yan later on? Please? Or at least punch him in a non-spar context…
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Make it Worthwhile
Fandom: My Time At Sandrock
Stev x builder
CW: smut
I disappear and this is what I offer when I come back? I’m hopeless. This is my first time writing smut and it just HAS to be of an insignificant character that barely shows up. What is wrong with me. Anyway touch starvation and enthusiastic consent and safe words for the win yaaayy!!
“A jacuzzi?”
Shiloh looks between the two men, trying to gauge the seriousness of such a request. Yan seems rife with enthusiasm, a giant grin plastered on his face as the stone-faced commander Lefu stands just a teensy bit too close to him; a subtle threat to bodily harm, no doubt. Shiloh suspects most of his eagerness is to appease the taller man’s wrath.
“That’s right, newbie!” Yan chuckles a little nervously. “a brand new jacuzzi for our esteemed leader! A great opportunity to show off your skills as a builder!”
Shiloh gives him a flat look, and her eyes flit back and forth between the commissioner and the commander. There is no discernible emotion on the captain’s face, on account of his admittedly cool mask, but somehow the builder can still tell he’s…giddy.
She assumes she has no choice in the matter; she’d rather not be executed or something like that.
“Alright,” she shrugs, “let me out of here.”
She looks back at Justice, Unsuur, Captain, and Cooper, giving a slightly wary thumbs up. As Yan fiddles with the keys and throws the jail door open, Shiloh can’t help but notice the soldier standing off to the side, looking bored. She steps out, and Commander Lefu flippantly raises his hand in a gesture towards her.
“Keep an eye on her,” he addresses the soldier, “she seems a fair bit more competent than this fool.”
Yan sputters, but follows after the commander like an obedient dog. Fucking idiot, Shiloh thinks, and rolls her eyes. Aiming her attention at the soldier who is only a tad bit taller than her (what a surprise, usually she’s a foot below everyone, at least), she crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.
“And you are?”
“Uh…hey there. I’m Stev. I’m going to be kind of like your…warden? I’ll just be hanging around, making sure you don’t do anything that would, uh, jeopardize our whole mission.”
He seems awkward, but in kind of an endearing way, she guesses. She squints at him.
“Hm. Okay.”
Shiloh doesn’t really have it in her to object to anything at this point. Better to just go with the flow than risk getting her ass kicked. Still, she takes the lead, walking out of the civil corps building with all of the annoyance of a builder who hasn’t slept in three days.
She knows she’s a fast walker, and she revels in the fact that Stev has to put in effort to follow her. She smirks as he stumbles behind her, and by the time they make it to her workshop, he’s almost out of breath.
“So, Stev…” she starts, sounding curious, “what’s it like in Duvos?”
He inhales sharply, clutching his chest.
“Um…pretty dark? And very…muggy.” He says, pulling a distasteful face. Shiloh hums, rummaging through one of her chests for the materials she needs. A jacuzzi is far from hard to build, but it’s always a pain finding what she needs.
“I hear there’s a lot of smog. Do you enjoy living there?” She asks.
He almost immediately shakes his head, which doesn’t surprise her in the slightest. It’s a little hard not to feel bad for all the Duvos soldiers who have no say in where they live.
“It’s not exactly pleasant. I’ve been a soldier since I was…fifteen? Sixteen? So my life hasn’t been much more than drills and sloppy food.”
Ouch. That admittedly is like a punch in the gut to hear. Since he was fifteen?
“And…how old are you now?” She asks hesitantly, tossing a couple miscellaneous parts to the side and groaning frustratedly.
“Thirty two,” he says casually, kicking the sand.
Shiloh nearly gapes at him, and accidentally pokes herself on a piece of sharp metal. Ow.
Thirty two…seventeen years of harsh labor and strict regimens. She can’t imagine living a life like that. For as long as she can remember, she’s wanted to be a builder. To do her own thing, to build things with care and attention and be free to take the commissions she wants—to have her own schedule. How in the world did he survive?
Does he have a family? Does he get to visit them at all? Or did he even have the chance to meet someone and develop a relationship before being thrust into a life of service?
Shiloh also can’t imagine how touch-starved the guy probably is. She has a hard time believing she could go a week without some action of some kind. She hopes he at least has the chance every once in a while to jerk off.
“Wow…that’s rough. I’m sorry, dude.”
She really is, and she tries to sound as genuine as possible. Stev shrugs, and hunches his shoulders a bit.
“It’s alright.” His accent grows a little thicker as his voice lowers.
“You got a family? Wife? Kids?” Shiloh knows she’s probably digging the knife in by asking, but she’s really praying for a somewhat hopeful answer. Stev shuffles awkwardly, seemingly growing more uncomfortable the longer this conversation goes on.
“I’m afraid not. My mother died while I was on duty and I never knew my father. Never had the time to meet a woman, either.”
Shiloh sighs. She’s not sure if it’ll bring any comfort, but she approaches him and pats him on the shoulder—he tenses under her touch, and Shiloh withdraws as if burned.
“Sorry. My bad.”
“N-No, it’s fine,” he says hurriedly, putting his palms up, “it’s fine, really.”
Shiloh smiles kindly at him, and she can tell he tries to return it, however strained it appears.
——
She tries to let the interaction go after that, but it proves more difficult than expected. How is she supposed to move on from that? Despite never being involved in the man’s life up until now, she still feels strangely…guilty. Like she wants to help, but knows there’s very little she can actually do. Her attempts to ward away the memory of him tensing under her hand are futile, and as she works diligently on the not-so-fancy-but-adequate jacuzzi, she worries her lip until it’s sore.
“Are you almost finished?” Stev calls from the sidelines of her work station. He sounds mildly concerned—has it really been that long since she started?
Standing and wiping her brow, she checks the time. Apparently two hours have passed. She gives a thumbs up to Stev and tries to reassure him.
“Nearly done. Don’t worry too much about getting in trouble, I’ll just tell the commander it took me long because I was making it extra special or some bullshit.” She sighs. She knows he’ll fall for it too, dumb bastard. Higher ups are always too far up their own asses to think much. Stev gives his own meager thumbs up, smiling.
Man. He’s kinda cute.
Shiloh shakes her head, mentally berating herself.
And he’s a Duvos soldier, who is currently only with her so he can prevent her from escaping or causing trouble. But she doubts he could really do much if she really wanted to escape—Shiloh is almost certainly more trained in combat than him; she beat Pen for Peach’s sake.
It isn’t like it’s his choice to be here, either. He’s stuck—in his living situation, in his job, in his whole existence. It must be really lonely. Despite the little voice in the back of her brain telling her it’s a bad idea, she can’t help but think maybe, just maybe, she can help out a bit.
Make his trip to Sandrock worthwhile.
As she turns back to her project, she pauses, and spins around on her heels to face Stev again. The man looks slightly surprised to see her staring at him. It must be disconcerting, considering she’s currently having a mental battle.
Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it.
Come on, he hasn’t touched a woman a day in his life, give him something to experience! There’s no guarantee he’ll like it, but whatever, hell broke loose and Duvos has just taken over the town, how strange would it be to make out with a man she barely knows?
Strange. The answer is very fucking strange.
But it can’t hurt to ask, right? It’s not as if she’ll ever see him again after this whole fiasco.
Don’t do it, it’ll only end in embarrassment.
“Do you wanna kiss me?” She says.
Damnit.
Shiloh can’t see his eyes behind his goggles, but Stev’s eyebrows furrow and he stutters, growing very flustered.
“Wh—What?!” In five seconds flat, his face has grown as red as a tomato. Shiloh takes a step forward, and he takes one large step back.
“You might as well!” Shiloh says. “When are you ever gonna get another chance like this? To experiment, to feel what it’s like, to touch someone! I know you’re curious.”
His earlier reaction to her touch told her that much. He holds his hands up, as if she’s going to pounce on him or something. She almost laughs at the mental image that brings up.
“I will get in severe trouble!” He exclaims. “I cannot—not while I’m on duty—“
“When are you ever not on duty? When you’re sleeping? This is your whole life, man! Serving a tyrannical country and not having any down time.”
This is starting to feel like a negotiation, which in hindsight is pretty funny; but Shiloh’s determined to bring him some sort of satisfaction. Some sort of pleasure, some sort of happiness. Because there is no way he’s happy.
Stev’s stance visibly slackens at her words—crap, was she too harsh? Did she accidentally make him realize how shit his life was, when he might’ve been perfectly content living in denial? Fuck, she should—
“I shouldn’t. I can’t.” His face is still burning, and his voice is resigned, but Shiloh can tell there’s a bit of desire there. Maybe she can still convince him.
“I won’t push you to do anything you don’t want to,” she says, “I just don’t think it’s fair, the cards you’ve been dealt. You should be able to live a little.”
She shrugs, and backpedals to her work station, tinkering with the jacuzzi some more while keeping a subtle eye on Stev as the gears turn in his head. The two of them are dead silent for a few minutes, Shiloh stalling her work for as long as she can while Stev stands awkwardly.
She’s vaguely aware of the man approaching from her right, before she’s suddenly spun around. She barely has time to prepare herself before his lips clash clumsily onto hers, and he leans in almost desperately; like she’ll pull away at any moment and declare it all a cruel joke.
It is…not the best. But she wasn’t expecting anything phenomenal. Stev obviously doesn’t know what to do with his hands, because they kinda just hang awkwardly at his sides as he drools all over her. Shiloh quickly takes control of the situation, taking his hands and placing one on her hip and the other on her cheek. She deepens the kiss for a moment before having to practically peel the man away to catch her breath.
“Breathe, Stev,” Shiloh laughs.
The man’s face is flushed, and he clears his throat.
“Right. Sorry.”
He starts to pull away, seemingly thinking that was it. But Shiloh isn’t opposed to giving him more. She pulls him back, kissing him softly this time so he can savor it. Her mouth does most of the work, yet he tries his best to make an effort. His hand trails down to the small of her back, and down even further to the rounding of flesh there. He makes a small, surprised noise at the back of his throat and lifts his hand away.
“S-Sorry—“ he says between kisses, and Shiloh quickly shut him up. She directs his hand back to her ass, insisting he keep it there.
Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, slotting into place as Shiloh encourages him to touch her wherever he pleases. She moans as he goes to cup one of her breasts, kneading and groping like, well, a touch-starved soldier. She nearly trips off the edge of her work station when the man pushes her back—thankfully they both end up safely on the ground.
Eventually they separate again, but Stev never stops touching her. His hands are everywhere, squeezing and roaming, and Shiloh wouldn’t have it any other way. She leads him behind the workshop, giggling as she pins him against the wall and kisses him once again, hands on his cheeks. He’s trembling, and Shiloh draws back to look at him.
“Relax,” she soothes, “let me take the lead. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Say ‘yakmel’ if you need me to stop, okay?”
Stev nods, breathless. Shiloh doesn’t even have to look to know he’s hard—she reaches down and rubs his bulge, making him squirm. He wantonly grabs her face, slamming his lips onto hers and accidentally clacking their teeth together.
“Ow,” they say in unison. Shiloh laughs airily as Stev looks ready to die of embarrassment. The builder kisses him softly before he can call the whole thing off, showing him just how unaffected she is by his inexperience. He practically melts in the palm of her hand, wiggling as she paws at his erection.
“Don’t freak out,” she says, peppering his face with small specks of affection, “I’m going to get on my knees, and undo your belt. Are you okay with that?”
“Y-Yes…!” He gulps, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He sounds very enthusiastic.
Shiloh slowly lowers herself, resting her knees on the hot sand. She deftly undoes his buckle and tosses the belt to the side, going to unzip his pants. This is going a lot faster than she expected, but neither are complaining. She’s glad she can do this for him, and he seems to be soaking in the attention.
A shiver travels down his spine as she reaches into his pants, finding his member and slipping it free. He makes a small sound, almost like a mewl, and that in turn makes the heat pool in between Shiloh’s legs. Her fingers are delicate as she wraps her hand around his length, pumping once and looking up at Stev with lidded eyes.
“F-Fuck…” he mumbles, but makes no attempt to say the word.
Then, Shiloh leans her face in.
“Holy shi—!”
Stev bites down on his lip and hisses through his teeth. Shiloh wastes no time, rolling her tongue over his leaking tip; she holds his member up with one hand (though it doesn’t really need the help) and rests the other on his upper leg. His knees buckle, body trembling. Again, he doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands.
“You okay?” Shiloh asks gently.
She swears she hears him whimper before he nods his head fervently, lips now pressed into a thin line and his cheeks flushed and damp.
“C—Continue…” he says, barely above a whisper. Shiloh notices his hand inching towards her head before he pulls it away again, as if second guessing himself. Does he want to take control? Or does he just not know what to do in this situation in general? She thought she made it clear he could do what he wanted, but maybe it’s time for a reminder.
“You can move my head if you want to, Stev,” Shiloh purrs, peering up through sultry eyes. She moves her hand just slightly, loving how he seems to come undone with just the slightest touch. He huffs.
“You’re…sure?” He says, “I don’t want to…hurt you.”
Was his accent always this thick? It’s actually insanely hot. His voice is husky and low, making a mess of butterflies flutter low in Shiloh’s stomach. She wets her lips, blinking up at him seductively as her free hand reaches up to grab his. His palm is calloused, just like hers, and he holds onto it like a lifeline, smoothing his thumb across it.
“I’ll squeeze your hand if I’ve had enough,” she says, “sound fair?”
Swallowing hard, he nods once again, hesitantly reaching forward to grasp her by the hair. For a moment, he simply runs his fingers through the long strands, seemingly enjoying the feeling. Shiloh hums as he massages her head—damn, this guy really is touch starved. The moment passes by pretty quickly, though, and his hand forms a fist, tangling up in her hair as he drags her head forward with surprising speed.
She opens her mouth wide and feels the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, successfully making her gag. He instantly backs off a little after that, though he still takes long strokes, moving her head in tandem with his hips. It’s erratic and sloppy, but she can’t blame him for it. She lets her jaw relax, feeling the heat pool between her legs as he lets out little, pathetic noises, trying not to be heard. The sounds of fellatio are unholy, and don’t need to be described. Her soft lips around his shaft, her tongue sliding across his length…
All the way through it, her hand stays locked in his. The gentleness of his fingers around her palm is a stark contrast to the strength of his thrusts; she would’ve thought the soft touch was somewhat romantic, if he wasn’t currently fucking her mouth like he meant it.
He gains speed for a moment before becoming absolutely unglued—his hips stutter pitifully as the fist in her hair tightens, and he stops halfway in her mouth before saying anything.
“F-Fuck, I’m going to—“
It’s really too late to stop the cum from exploding in her mouth. Shiloh squeezes his hand and the effect is immediate; he lets go of her hair and she draws back, letting the rest of the mess go on her face. She revels in the beauty of his trembling form as she strokes his cock with one hand, letting him ride out his orgasm. She spits onto the ground, and smiles up at him encouragingly.
“I am sorry—“ he starts apologetically.
“Don’t start, you did fine,” Shiloh interrupts quickly, albeit a little hoarsely, “nothing wrong with finishing a little early.”
“R-Really? But you are left unsatisfied…”
He looks noticeably unsure, and Shiloh wishes she could take off those goggles and see his eyes. What color are they? What shape? Is he giving her the same soulful look she imagines he’s giving her? He’s still trembling, and it makes Shiloh remove his cap and run a soothing hand through his hair.
“I’m satisfied that you’re satisfied, hun,” she says, kissing him on the cheek, “besides, I’ve got hands. I can take care of myself later.”
He doesn’t look convinced, but it isn’t like they have time to go the full course anyway. The commander is obviously still waiting for his jacuzzi, and Shiloh has to make the finishing touches on it. With care, she tucks his dick back and zips him up, retrieving the belt from the ground and snaking it around his waist, buckling it securely. He rests a hand on top of hers as she stands, and Shiloh tries to ignore the way he softly presses a finger into her palm as she rubs him on the shoulder.
“Oh!” He exclaims suddenly, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small handkerchief. “For your face.”
He holds it out for her to take, before seemingly deciding on a different course of action. He slowly reaches forward, giving her plenty of time to react as he gently takes her chin and guides the handkerchief with his other hand, wiping her forehead and cheeks. Shiloh giggles awkwardly—she can’t say she was expecting any aftercare, but it’s appreciated nonetheless. She closes her eyes and leans into the contact.
“There,” he leans back, and they stare at each other for probably a bit too long.
“You are…very beautiful.” Stev says, a bit dumbly.
“And you’re very handsome.” Shiloh replies immediately.
It’s the easiest four words she’s ever spoken. He really is quite the looker. It makes her sad that they won’t be able to cuddle after that whole thing, he obviously needs his fair share of TLC—she’s probably getting her hopes up over nothing, but maybe after this whole debacle—after she takes back Sandrock—she could get him to stay.
“Back to it then, I guess,” she chuckles, sneaking in one last kiss before they walk back to her work station.
It’s kinda hard to focus after that.
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So I'm going anon for this because I do not know if my thoughts will get me crucified by Pen fans, so this is me being safe.
For starters, I wanna state, when I got my physical copy of Sandrock, I already knew what I was going into when it came to Pen (and in turn, Matilda, Yan, and Miguel). I already knew they were the big bads thanks spoilers I saw, but even then, I could probably see them as bad guys a mile away (Yan is a sleazy scam artist, Matilda oozes passive aggressive southern bitch, and I say that as a southern myself. And Miguel oozes snob, and while not a villainous trait, is mainly associated with villains). So, even before knowing Pen was a villain, he already gave me major Gaston vibes so I was already kind of sus of him.
It made me very wary and kind of squint at him, but even then I was curious about his character. This man comes off as very showboaty, there had to be more. Cue me seeing his romance stuff and going "Okay so he is like a massive dork! You know, that kind of makes sense, big and tough, comes off as an ass, actually is a dork. That's a neat-" //cue the Knives Out update (i think it was that update), Pen being revealed as a bad guy and his romance dialogue mentioning he had OTHER LOVERS AND THE PLAYER WAS JUST ANOTHER NOTCH IN HIS BELT
"Nevermind you are dead to me you son of a bitch"
And while I say that, I am still curious on Pen's character, but more so in the terms of I want to punch this man as well. Something about that line has always rubbed me the wrong way. Since it feels like Pen doesn't actually care about the player. Which makes it worse since his final quest before being shipped off to prison, his last letter to the player if romance just NAILS it in the coffin but his PLATONIC LETTER MAKES PEN COME OFF AS MORE GEUINE.
Pen's romance letter comes off as just...gross and manipulative. Saying he forgives you for literally doing the right thing and not standing back and letting him destroy Sandrock. While in his platonic letter, Pen seems to see the player as his equal, mentioning how he wishes the player picked up his space punch, but was still confident in the player.
Which leads me to this, yes it took awhile to get to this: I seriously feel like, canon Pen, should have STAYED a platonic option for players. Him as a romantic partner character for players just...dose not end well, nor settle right in my stomach, especially since when you look at his lovey dovey stuff and then how he is at the end of the game, it feels Pen is luring the player, placing the rose-tinted glasses on and capturing them in his clutches. I am probably SERIOUSLY looking to much into it, and it could be just Pathea sucking at writing, which you know, I can see that, even Portia had questionable writing at times.
Now that all said, I do propose a way to make Pen's romance more interesting and less very tittering on the edge of a horrid toxic relationship (maybe). And that answer is simple: BREAK PEN'S FUCKING FAKE ASS JOCK PERSONA. It's clear from what I can tell in game, and in his end game letter, Pen can be genuine. Sure in his own assholeish way sometimes, but Pen can be a genuine person. The problem comes in the fact, from what I can tell at least, Pathea never really gives him the chance to let that shine. It would be fun to see Pen actively struggle with his duties with Duvos and the player, maybe becoming torn between Sandrock or his own nation. Or hell, have scenes where the player catches Pen overhear people talking about the horrors Duvos causes and more, and Pen seemingly so out of characterly TIRED. The man knows his nation is fucked, he knows it is a horrid broken mess that is hellbent of destroying everyone in the search of what they want, but he knows he also can't stop it. Maybe because he has had first hand experience in seeing what they could do or more. Has this become a giant rewrite idea, yeah it had but I feel like I should add it here near the end since while I want to strangle the asshat Pen is like an interesting character still that got done dirty story wise.
OKAY RAMBLING OVER, I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WORD WALL? Uh feel free to like delete this or what, idk, I just had to get my thoughts out and you seem to be the only active Pen fan I could find who I think has proposed decent rewrites or talked about how Pen is written not great sometimes? So yeah, again sorry for the word wall and uh bye
-Writing Anon
Hey, these are good thoughts anon! And I agree! Pen's writing is all over the place and I'm sure some of that can be attributed to weird localization differences/choices alongside the general clunky ending to his story. His characterization can sometimes make it hard to tell when he's lying and when he's not.
Some more time showing the depths of his character, while still keeping his dorkiness (which i believe is genuine, fight me pathea, alongside him loving the Builder and the 'multiple lovers' line was just meant to get under their skin so it'd be easier for them to hate him), and showing that maybe he DID have some internal crisis abt his bond with the Builder, romantic or plantonic, and his loyalty to Duvos. It would've been SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING to have someone like him be more of an unwilling villain.
I know for my Exile AU stuff he's not as posturing/boisterous because he's not having to act anymore(and keep a lower profile to keep Duvos from sniffing him and Ray out), but it's still THERE because it's still part of him. I want to keep him being a larger-than-life cocky dork while not ignoring the sins he committed as a Knight and how he's struggling to move past it (and feel like he's worth Ray's love and loyalty despite all he did to her and Sandrock itself)
#Asks for Cheri#My Time at Sandrock#Pen#MTAS Pen#It wouldn't take much tweaking to make him redeemable imo#He just needs attention and tbh he's not the only character lacking in it#MTAS cast is p big and the devs absolutely had favorites that got more writing depth
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for my favorite showgirl Roxie: 10, 18, 21, and 23 ♥
Yeeesssss. Time to gush about Girlboss Failboss Roxie. Thank you, my love.
10. What’s their house like? Is it well decorated? Do they take pride in their home or let it get messy?
Roxie takes great pride in her house. She likes to make sure there is a distinct line between where she works and sleeps. The second she steps through her door, all work-related objects are removed or put away. You better take off your shoes when you come in, as well.
When you go into Roxie's house, you'll notice that everything has its specific place but not so much that it feels like it could be more inviting or untouchable. She has a foyer where you can sit and take off your outside clothes, a parlor with her big comfy seats covered in her mother's quilts, and her kitchen, where she has set up huge windows to let the sun in. The first thing she did when she came to Sandrock and upgraded her house was 1. to ensure she had a bathing area and 2. to ensure she had a vanity and wardrobe. Her upstairs is thus very comfortable, and she spends much time preparing.
She has several wardrobes, her vanity set with her makeup and hair supplies. When she got that diagram from Lefu, she made sure to make one for herself because she deserves a giant jacuzzi, damn it!
But yeah. She uses wood and pastels to color her home, and every piece of art she finds goes up on the wall. It's a very bright house that smells like the flowers she grows in the kitchen and her perfumes.
18. What’s their favorite holiday?
The Winter Solstice! Back in Highwind, the Winter Solstice was the day the city went all out and closed everything down so everyone could have a day off. It was a day of sleeping, slacking off, eating, and dancing. Her favorite haunts threw the biggest parties, with Roxie taking part in different entertainment acts while drunk off her ass. A lot of those nights ended with her getting black-out drunk, but she looks back on them as some of the best times of her life.
Sandrock is less prone to city-wide ragers, but Roxie likes its scaled-down celebrations. Maybe it's because she's getting old (Roxie, babe, you're 29, calm down), but she'd rather have the intimacy of eating with friends and dancing around the bonfire these days. She's not much for the fireworks, but she can always go to the saloon and block it out with more music and booze.
21. How do they feel about Yan?
Roxie's main ambition was to leave behind her past and make something of her life in Sandrock.
Roxie's second ambition in life was living long enough to drop-kick Yan into the nearest canyon. So, I think you can figure out from that how she feels about her """""boss""""".
23. What song do you associate most with their time in Sandrock?
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Introducing my Builder:
BIRTHDAY:
14th of Autumn
HEIGHT:
164 cm
WEIGHT:
68 kg
AGE (ARRIVAL AT SANDROCK):
29 years old
LIKES:
Art & Literature, dark humor, cats
DISLIKES:
Noisy crowds, bullies, greed
BACKGROUND:
Nadja spent most of her twenties studying Humanities while working part-time as an assistant for several teachers and librarians. She eventually grew tired of her stale environment and decided to turn her natural talent for fixing gadgets from a lost hobby to a profession. Nadja graduated surprisingly ahead of time, landing her first job in an environment she deemed less competitive than Highwind, and more fitting for her temperament.
PERSONALITY:
Nadja was a bookish, sensitive child and often felt more at ease around teachers than she did around other kids. She still struggles to connect with other people, but keeps very strong bonds with her small group of friends.
Often dismissed as aloof and unreachable, those who ever managed to get past her shell would describe her as extremely loyal, with an imaginative mind and a very vulnerable core that she tries hard to never show in public.
While wisdom and integrity are the real keys to her heart, people with a dry sense of humor and an ability for keeping their cool are the easiest get on her good side.
RANDOM FACTS:
Shares the birthday with Yan. This was completely accidental on my part, but makes for a lot of funny occurences (not for her).
One of the most obvious signs of her toughening up since her arrival in Sandrock is the way she learn to handle guns in self defence. The first time she entered a hazardous ruin, she was so scared of shooting a geegler that Justice had to cover for her and promise he wouldn't make fun of the situation. In time, she was able to pull the trigger without a flinch. The Duvos invasion and the events that allowed it were quite the turning point.
She enjoys all sorts of arts, from drawing to playing the flute, but can't imagine making a life of them. It was one of the reasons she wasn't able to make the best of her time as a student.
Usually perceived as serious and even gloomy, she tends to catch people off their guards with unexpected quips. One of the many things she admires from Grace is her sense of humor.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Nadja had a really hard time getting used to Sandrock. For several months the taste of Highwind Fried Rice was enough to bring a tear to her eye. However, getting directly involved in the protection and recovery of the town turned her into a true Sandrocker in the end, and after two years she couldn't think living anywhere else.
Nia's parents and hers have been living next door for decades. In fact, Nadja was 6 when Nia was born and used to pretend she was her babysitter. They remain close despite being so different from each other, in a sisterly "goth & prep" kind of way more than as friends.
After a long rollercoaster of a story and a year without seeing each other she and Miguel started as a couple not long before the end of his imprisonment.
In the beginning they used to have a strange dynamic where they had fun antagonizing each other all the time and spent hours discussing philosophy (while mostly everyone wondered what the hell were these two nutcases always arguing about). As they got closer, they started getting in the way of each other's purposes. There was a brief intimate moment after Nadja came back from Logan's hideout and was presumed dead but both regretted instantly. Then the Incident happened. Obviously she didn't take it well, being someone whose trust is not easy to earn. It took a lot of time, a Duvos invasion and a long collective healing process in parallel to Sandrock's own healing for her to start to see past the bad blood. Once the "greenification" was complete, she found herself more and more often visiting her long lost antagonizer in prison and bringing him books once she finished reading them. It was mostly the difference between the person she once bid farewell with a cold "Matilda has betrayed you" and the one who was talking to her from behind the bars that sparked a renewed, less troubled feeling in her, one that would not fade away.
Other than that she finds easy to be around quiet people with a lot going on in their heads, hence she considers Fang his best friend. In the early days when she still had trouble socializing with the townsfolk, Unsuur and Heidi were the ones who found it easier to approach her. With the former, it was because they quickly understood each other's "weirdness". with the latter, out of common interests and encouraging each other's work from similar fields.
On the other hand she really doesn't like Pen. It's like if someone tailored a person entirely for her distaste, that was him. She can't stand Yan either but that could be said about everyone in town.
She adopted two cats and a half (Macchiato, Banjo and CoCo) and would have adopted many more given the chance.
#about time ._.#i made my own template because the ones i found didn't fit the information i wanted to feature#my time at sandrock#mtas builder#edited#long post
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That Damn Rock
My Time at Sandrock
Fem!Builder Ghoul x Owen
Builder, Ghoul is struggling with gathering materials.
WC: 935
Chapter 1: Take a Breather
I started a new game and *cough cough* @bearlytolerant got me feeling a type of way about it. So out of the consistent inspiration she always gives me this small, short fic is born.
This is for fun and no real commitment is made. So, the chapters will not be lengthy like previous works, nor will I uphold a schedule. It's for FUNSIES!
Chapter 1: Take a Breather
She found herself pounding away midafternoon. Sweat on her brow and sweat falling down her back. It had been a few days of gathering materials, lack of sleep, and small meals in between the short breaks she allowed herself. Ghoul stood over the large stone that hopefully contained some of the ore she needed but she felt her frustrations flare from the excess amount of strength this particular large stone needed.
Wack, wack, wack, breathe. A repeating cycle for 30 minutes now and no real progress to be made and it was adding oxygen to the fire inside of her. She raised her arms above her head, pickaxe held high and another large swing. Nothing. She inhaled, lifted her arms to drop them onto the stone again and still no progress. Her rage took over her now and she started to swing the pickaxe without form. Throwing an explosive fit from the lack of progress and the sun beating down onto her and the warm sands that surrounded her.
“Having some trouble, builder?” A deeper voice with mild amusement startled her. Ghoul halted all fit throwing and turned to see Owen, towering above her, hands on his hip, and that wide smirk adoring his face. He worked at the Blue Moon Saloon that was over yonder from her shop and he must have seen her recent slip of composure.
“You could say that.” She let out a large breath and let the head of her pickaxe fall onto the ground while she leaned on its handle. Ghoul was exhausted and there were still so many tasks ahead that needed to be done before she could call her current project complete.
“Why don’t you take a break? You seem to be over working yourself in this heat.” Owen offered his kind but unsolicited advice. She did her best not to look as annoyed as she was by it. If she could simply just take a break, does he think her eyes would be so baggy?
“I cannot. I am on a constrained time schedule.” She said softly with bitter. She regretted agreeing to anything Yan asked of her and this was another regret to pin onto her choice board. “This rock isn’t budging, and I need the gravel and stone.”
“Want me to take a swing?” He pointed with his thumb at himself with confidence before he threw his long scarf back. Owen’s smirk turned into a cocky grin as he reached out for her tool. Ghoul hesitated at first but then mustered the energy to stop leaning on the pickaxe and allow him to take it. She stepped back and watched as the brawny man lifted her pickaxe with ease and throw it down onto the stone with speed she had not been able to manage for a few hours now.
The impact pierced their ears and echoed throughout the valley. He swung once, it made a small crack, and he did not stop. The muscle in his arms twitched as he lifted it again and swung with ease another ear-piercing crack and the stone started to loosen up. Ghoul watched him with envy at how easy he made it look. She could not decide if it was his current build or sheer luck that had him breaking the stone completely under six swings. The stone crumbled beneath him giving way to his desires and she felt enamored with how simple it all seemed compared to the half hour she had spent trying to break it.
“Now you can come over and relax for a bit, yeah?” He chuckled, wiping the small droplets of sweat that formed on his brow. It seemed he wasn’t immune to the desert heat as well. Owen handed over the pickaxe and Ghoul took it from him. She was looking between him and the Blue Moon Saloon trying to decide if she had the Gols to spend to even eat.
“Well, I appreciate your help but I’m not sure-.”
“No, I don’t want to hear any excuses. No neighbor of mine is going to pass out from extensive labor on my watch.” Owen was shaking his soft brown hair, and his worrisome eyes got the best of him. Ghoul was going to trying to finish her statement, but he held his hand up. “It’s on the house. I’ll cook it up myself. You look like you need a hearty meal and a good dose of water. Judging by the purple bags under your eyes probably a nap too. You can use one of my rooms if you’d like after for a little get away.”
Ghoul bit her lip not really wanting to accept but also not wanting to turn him down. Owen always seemed to have a habit to look after the Sandrock folk and it has still taken some time for her to accept she might be one of them now. Her dusty hand ran through her hair, pushing it out of her face.
“Well….” She was still hesitant, but his blue eyes stared at her expectantly. “I guess a meal wouldn’t hurt.” Ghoul finally agreed and immediately Owen responded to it with excitement and another loud clap. His large palms slapped together and created a sound that was almost as loud as the stone breaking. For a tall, broad man, he was bouncing with excitement.
“After you, Ghoul.” He gestured his hand towards his establishment and waited with a bit of a buzz vibrating his body. Ghoul gave him a meek smile and started forward, her legs tired and ready for a short rest in his comfy booth.
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Wei - MTaS Headcanons
I've seen basically nothing about this guy, so I feel like posting some headcanons about one of my favorite characters in My Time at Sandrock.
Wei has anger issues. (Or, rather, had-- He's gone to seminars and read multiple books about it, as he says when you compliment him on his personality.)
He can be absolutely terrifying if he's upset. (Have you seen what he says if you give him hated gifts? "Are you not afraid someone will put you in your place, going around acting like this?" according to the wiki, holy heck. Dude can be horrifying if you ever do get on his bad side, but he tries his best to make that hard)
He's tried to get away from Yan before. There were lots and lots of incidents with the two of them accidentally moving to the same town and ending up arguing over who moved first, until Wei just sort of... Gave up on trying to escape.
He's got major trust issues. (He mentions his own team was paid off to abandon him in the Periphs, his partner Esmerelda left him because of Yan, etc.)
He liked his dad better. (He mentions how his father tried his best with teaching them, while Yan mentions his mother when sand drawing)
Wei's love of weapons is partially from his time spent in the Periphs, though he enjoyed a nice spar beforehand as well. (He used to win every Showdown at High Noon. He stopped competing after a while because he thought it ruined the fun for others.)
Wei and Yan lived in Portia when they were younger, though most of the Portian residents don't remember them. However, Presley, Higgins probably do, though Higgins was young when he met them and wasn't a fan of either.)
He loves relics, and used to have a nice collection of his own! However, during his stint of being presumed dead, Yan sold all of them.
He has chronic headaches and backaches, though he usually works through them. Fang, Owen, and maybe Mi-an are the only ones he's ever told that to-- mostly because he never thought it was important to mention.
Wei's closest friends in Sandrock are Owen and... yeah, it's just Owen for a long time. Though he appreciates Mi-an and the builder, he's most likely to go to Owen if he needs someone to just talk to.
He doesn't celebrate his birthday. Throughout his life, it was a day of arguing with Yan, so he just. Doesn't care about it being his birthday anymore. It's another day, and if someone celebrates it with him, bully to them! But he's happy to just have a normal day.
He'd like a very normal life already, please, just give him a normal life without Yan ever coming up again.
He loathes it when people call him President, Yan, or anything even vaguely about that.
He doesn't really agree with the Church of the Light (Too interested in relics and the like) but he does understand them.
Feel free to add more if you have any headcanons! I'd love to hear.
#my time at sandrock#mtas#wei mtas#mtas wei#wei my time at sandrock#my time at sandrock wei#mtas headcanons#my time at sandrock headcanons#the owl posts#the owl writes#mtas spoilers#my time at sandrock spoilers
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So I wrote this bit of meta/speculation regarding Pen back in February but hesitated on posting it for a variety of reasons. I figured I'd post it after playing the recent update because some of my suspicions were correct. I haven't edited any of it because, frankly, I don't want to because I messed with it so much that I honestly wouldn't know where to start on fixing things.
Anyway here's some stuff I've noticed about Pen. Spoilers for the The Secrets Behind The Mask update of MTAS and Major Spoilers for My Time At Portia.
So a couple days ago I went down a rabbit hole pertaining to Pen. It started with a character from Portia and then snowballed into a loose analysis of the game events and possibly where they might take the story. It's very inconclusive, and I'm not really dedicated to any one idea of where the story will go or how certain characters will develop. I'm simply speculating here because speculating is fun.
Y'all are free to disagree as I know I'm not good at knowing where the story is going at all (I guessed wrong about who the spy for Logan was :')). I'd appreciate input or other theories though. At the very least, some of this might be entertaining muse fuel or a headcanon.
So one thing I stumbled upon while looking at Pen's wiki is under the Trivia section:
[Image ID: A screenshot of the Trivia section of Pen's wiki page. It reads as follows:
The word on his chest armor is "Justice" (正义, zhèng-yì).
According to Chinese version his full name is Péng Hǔ (彭虎) . Pen (彭) is his family name.
Hu (虎) means tiger. /.End ID]
After we meet with Logan and find out that Grace has been working with him (and that Grace is a secret agent for the Ataran government) we find out that there's a Duvos spy in Sandrock. Grace's people intercepted a message under the code name "Tiger" that they were targeting the water tower.
Other folks have pointed this out on the Steam discussion forums and believe that Pen's name translating to "Tiger" is a misdirect. Others think it might mean he's the Duvos spy due to the fact that a lot of the character's (Chinese) names pertain to aspects of their personality.
I'm personally on the fence about it. There's a lot I don't know about Pen, and I'm not sure if anything is really revealed about his past in some dialogue I missed (started a new save specifically to take a better look at things again since it's been a couple months). But currently, I really don't know anything about Pen's background.
All that aside, I find it very interesting that this game takes place shortly before the events of Portia. If you've played Portia, you'll know that they also have a Duvos agent in their midst called the Rogue Knight. After defeating the Rogue Knight, it was strongly suggested that he was Aadit; a resident of Portia that was a refugee from the border between Duvos and Elthea.
I'm not going to get into whether or not Aadit was actually the Rogue Knight just because both of their wikis explain there's contradictory information. But it's more commonly accepted by ppl in fandom that he was (from what I've noticed anyway).
I'm bringing this up mainly because.... isn't it kinda weird that both Portia and Sandrock are having issues with a Duvos agent almost around the same time?
One of the things I find interesting about Sandrock is how they flipped a lot of character's personalities compared to Portia. Example: Gale is very confident as a mayor compared to Trudy. Higgins is such a hard working builder that he's standing outside the door of the commissions office just so he can get first pickings of the commissions on the board, and you can often see him at the furnace stations next to his workshop. Meanwhile, Yan implies not so subtly that he barely even works, and most of the time you find him in the office with his feet kicked up on the table; never at the worktable next to his house.
Let's say that Aadit is the Rogue Knight and that Pen is a Duvos spy. Aadit is a soft spoken, polite pacifist that you can lose friendship with if you challenge him one too many times to a fight. Meanwhile Pen is loud, rude, confident, and loves to fight.
The contradictions in characterization are there, but do they mean anything? Probably not. Even if Pen was designed to contrast Aadit, it doesn't necessarily mean he's aligned with Duvos.
There's much we don't know about Aadit, and the fact that Pathea has been so cagey about him kind of makes me think that if he doesn't make a cameo in Sandrock, we're probably going to see him further along the line. They said as much in the FAQ of their kickstarter for Sandrock:
What’s happened to Aadit? Is he ever coming back to Portia?
Aadit’s story is left open so that we may be able to explore it down the road. Hopefully we’ll see him return to Portia one day.
(Tho them saying "Portia" makes me wonder if they're interested in making a sequel to Portia?)
And as I mentioned earlier, there's a lot we don't know about Pen either.
One thing worth pointing out is that it's very interesting Pen has a relic weapon on him considering the Rogue Knight himself uses a relic weapon.
After The Perfect Trap mission in My Time At Portia, Django asks you what it was like fighting the Rogue Knight. When you answer "He was using ancient weapons" he replies:
Oh was he now, most knights these days use some type of relic. It's like their calling card. The real knights though, they don't need these corrupted things.
And when you ask him "What exactly is a knight?" He answers:
Didn't you have knights in Barnorock? Anyway, if you're lookin' for a history lesson, it's best you talk with Isaac. But knights are highly skilled warriors that defend the weak and balance the strong. Or that's how it's supposed to be. But nowadays…
What's interesting about these responses: Modern knights tend to use relic weapons, and that knights are highly skilled warriors that "defend the weak and balance the strong".
Pen's entire thing is that he's the Defender of Sandrock. And he has a relic weapon on him. Does this mean Pen is a knight?
Oddly enough, it's likely as Pen says as much when you speak to him once a day:
[Image ID: A screenshot of Pen with the caption of him saying: "Aren't you clad we have a knight in this town? Saving damsels and delivering justice. Of course, I'm talking about me. I'm the Protector of Sandrock." /.End ID]
Assuming Pen isn't just claiming or masquerading as a knight (considering he owns a relic weapon) could this mean he's actually working for Duvos similarly to the Rogue Knight in Portia?
I'm really on the fence about this. Pen's entire personality feels like a facade; a spy that hides in plain sight by being an egotistical windbag. A useful egotistical windbag, but a windbag nonetheless. I feel this is at least partially supported by the fact that some people write him off immediately because "he's too dumb to be a spy".
Yet at the same time.....If Grace is in Sandrock and is specifically there to help Logan find the Duvos spy, could there potentially be a third party who's also interested in helping. And if so, could that party potentially be Pen?
Probably the only bit of dialogue I've been able to find (so far) on Pen's background and why he's in Sandrock is what he says here:
[Image ID: A screenshot of Pen with the caption of him saying: "I bet you're wondering how did someone so awesome, me, end up in this unsavory place. Well, the Light told me to look after the weak, and guided me here. That's the short version." /.End ID]
Pen could be lying here considering he lies to you (almost unnecessarily) about why he wasn't present to stop Logan from destroying the water tower. Logan not only says he was there, but he was also the one responsible for destroying the water tower.
It's possible it could be just as Grace says; that he lied to avoid being blamed for destroying the water tower. But I also think if he was being honest about it, he would have to explain how he destroyed the water tower. Yes, he's a very good fighter, but the water tower literally exploded.
But let's consider he's being honest about his reasons for being in Sandrock. Judging by the way he's speaking, the "Light" he's speaking of is related to The Church of Light..... Could it be possible that he was sent by a church to Sandrock to find the Duvos spy? More specifically, could he have been sent by the High Temple in Meidi, seeing as how Meidi literally borders Duvos, making it likely that they would have easier access to information on what Duvos is doing?
I personally don't think this is likely due to the fact that Pen is intent on going after Logan. Pen alleged that he only saw Logan flee after the church collapsed while attempting to rescue Howlett. But what if he didn't? Perhaps he's going after Logan because he thinks he knows something more (particularly that there's a Duvos spy in Sandrock, and that's something that could potentially compromise him). Because the alternative in this situation is him going after Logan under the suspicion that he's the spy, which makes no sense given he's a native of Sandrock and just lost his father.
I'll end on the last thing I noticed about Pen's concept art. The pose is very similar to that of the Rogue Knight's concept art:
I was pretty reluctant to point this out because it's just a pose and this particular thing feels a bit too much like "reading too deeply into things. Especially since Arlo and Justice share similar poses, and even Logan's pose is reminiscent of the above pose. I just thought I would mention it because it threw me when I noticed how similar they were when I was looking at the thumbnails on my phone.
Just to be clear: I don't think Pen is the Rogue Knight or Aadit. I mean, I would be interested in them proving me wrong. But due to the fact that these games take place closely around the same time, I don't think it's feasible that the two are the same person.
I would, however, be interested to know if there's indeed a connection considering how some of Pen's facial characteristics are reminiscent of Aadit's, but I'd rather not speculate that far. Especially considering it hasn't been canonically confirmed that Aadit is the Rogue Knight (and we don't know where Pen grew up).
Anyway these are all my thoughts for now. Like I said, I'm not really dedicated to one line of thought. It just tickles my brain. I would like to talk more about the stories Pen, Burgess, and the others gave about the night Howlett died and compare it to Logan's. But for now I'll just end on this.
#my time at sandrock#my time at sandrock spoilers#mtas spoilers#mtas meta#mtas speculation#mtas pen#mainly posting this for myself bc it's been languishing in my drafts for months#and i don't want to delete it because i spent too much time on it
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Untitled Miguel fic (1/??)
Rating: T
Characters: Miguel, Burgess
Summary: Spoiler heavy late game fic. Incomplete.
A/N: I have this concept in my head for a fic, and I keep writing bits, but will anything come of it? It's a mystery to all of us.
You are the weed that needs to be pulled out by the roots.
You are not the beautiful flower, or the crop, or the grass the holds the ground together. You are not even the sand or soil under your feet. You thought you were ripping out weeds to allow room for useful plants to flourish, but you were only making room for your own twisted, prickling roots.
Perhaps you should have known, by who associated with you. Pen? Yan? Men with such poison in their blood you would be afraid to use them as fertilizer. You know a man by who he stands with. Listen to these Duvos soldiers, your compatriots, and what they say to each other. Listen well, Miguel.
At best, they are normal hardy folk, pushed to war to send money back to their families. At worst, they are greedy and violent, and those types are often the ones commanding. They are the type of people you were hoping to rid the world of to save it. You blinded yourself so you couldn’t see yourself draining the life from the ground and salting it behind you.
Time passes, and you are the lone weed in the garden, hiding out of sight. Insidious. You once thought you admired that which was pure and good and kind. But whenever they were in front of you, you mistook them for naivete and stupidity. Look at you now. There is not a kind, warm feeling left in you, or spared for you.
It was time for you to lie in your bed of thorns you had made and for your old “friends” (when have you ever acted as a friend?) to put on their gloves and build the green Sandrock they had worked so diligently towards.
“He’s just kind of sad now,” Burgess said.
Sad? You are ashamed – disgusted in yourself, and your behavior. You are not to be executed, but you are still being sent to rot in the compost with the other weeds, traitors, and liars. Perhaps it is the grief Burgess is sensing, but that has been there for so long, you can’t imagine life without it.
The town’s new minister visits every day to speak with you. You were a fool to dismiss him. You are daily amazed by the power of his simple convictions and the love he has for the Light and for his true friends. If you could live your life differently, you would be one of his friends. You would learn from him how to love this world and live in it. All he really learned from you was rote ritual and the basic structure of a sermon.
It strikes you that with Matilda turning out to be whatever she was, you have somehow lived for decades on this beautiful world without a single real honest friend. You once thought your greatest crime was lying to her and betraying her sweet heart.
Ha. The both of you had turned out to be garbage, hadn’t you? You would say that you deserved each other, if she had ever actually cared for you. You can’t imagine she did. It shouldn’t hurt so deeply. It did.
“Isn’t forgiving one of the most important things we’re taught to do?” Burgess asked. “The Light knows we’re going to mess up, and it must see why you did it. The Light is why we can see anything!”
“I cannot ask for forgiveness for what I have done,” you say. “The harm is too great.” Perhaps one day, there could be forgiveness. From the Light itself, if nothing else.
“You don’t have to ask! If you do then – well, I forgive you, at least! One person is something, right?”
“Burgess, you are too good.” The light of him hurts your eyes. They prickle like you are going to cry. “I am proud of you. Of the man you have become. I hope, wherever I end up, I can learn to be more like you.”
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Reintroducing Wisteria!
Since we're all putting our OCs out there again, I might as well reintroduce Wisty! She's just here to build and be silly :> After a rather dull interm period after her old workshop in Highwind shut down, she's here in Sandrock to try and make a proper name for herself and to rekindle the zeal she had for building. And maybe the enthusiasm from a certain space nerd might help...
(And if Mint goes to Portia and finds another builder with the same name, face, and voice as the woman his best friend's dating...well, that's a story for another time...)
I have a bunch of WIPs of fanfic with Wisty that are sitting in my writing folder that I hope to get out sometime, but so far I have a mini-series with her and Grace (that I'm still working on too lol)! I also wrote a couple lines for her if she was an NPC in the game below...
[template is by @/cxs-workshops!]
Intro:
"Oh hey, you're new here? I'm new here too! I'm Wisteria. Or Wis. Or Wisty. Your pick. I'm still getting used to getting around here, but maybe we can learn together."
Regular Dialogue:
"Ughhhhh, this heat. Whyyyy did I move to the desert...?! Oh hey, sorry. I'm just busy dying... Ughhhhhh...."
"Highwind's a nice place. Not a great time to be a builder, though. Too many of us in one place means barely any business."
"This isn't the first Fresh Pines, by the way. The first one was back in Highwind, by a lovely conifer forest. The logger there always had the best pine wood. It smelled so nice!"
"I keep running out of water... No, not with the machines, it's my garden. Think I got a bit overzealous..."
"Everyone in my Pa's family's named after plants! A long standing tradition. No, nobody knows why it is. But it's fun, so we keep it. I was adopted, but they kept my name since it was a perfect fit!"
Birthday:
"My birthday? Fall 26. Born just before the end of the best season. Yes, fall is the best season. Objectively true."
On other NPCs:
"Making friends with Qi? Oh, it's not that hard. Just give him some tea and relics and power stones, and uh... a 500 pound telescope, and... build him a giant robot... Uhh..."
"Nia sends me a bunch of seeds every so often for my garden. We're calling it 'research' on planting, but we're basically just throwing seeds at the sand and seeing what grows, heh."
"Hey, pro tip. Lunch time on Wednesdays is Grace's 'trial' period for new recipes. Best find somewhere else to eat. Your stomach will thank you."
"Sometimes I see one of Unsuur's rock stacks around town and I try to add a rock onto it. Once I accidentally knocked one over. I felt really bad, but he was pretty cool with it. All he said was, and I quote: 'That's okay, that happens sometimes.' I wish I had that much chill."
"Oh, I love Yan. I love him so much that I'd love to strangle him until the light in his eyes disappears...! Hm. Maybe shouldn't say that with the Corps uniform on..."
#my time at sandrock#mtas#mtas oc#mtas builder#wisty is my player character for basically any game with a custom player char#so yes there's a wisty in portia too!#since mtap and mtas are in the same universe i had to come up with some kinda in universe explanation#mtas wisteria
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I.
Just realized something cursed. And there is nothing any of you can do to stop me from sharing this cursed knowledge.
So. Sparring in My Time at Sandrock.
You gain friendship points for successfully fighting against someone. You gain +5, +3, and +1 friendship points for each match. These reset once a week.
Every character has their own unique win / lose animation. Win a match to gain friendship points, lose a match to lose friendship points. Exception to this is Pen, who goes “yeah, I knew you weren’t ready Skinny Arms, but thanks for the laughs!” and you lose no friendship points with him for failing to beat him.
You can’t spar against every character, but you can a great deal of people. Some make sense- Justice & Unsuur, Mi-an, and even Owen.
Yan is one of those people you can spar against. A legal, “friendly” way to attack you boss and not get penalized for it.
Except his “defeat” animation is him falling to the ground and flailing / rolling around like a toddler having a tantrum, which is pretty funny to watch.
Until afterwards you get that +5 friendship points with Yan. A positive integer, for someone who is perhaps even more self-absorbed than even Pen- who gets defeated in the ultimate battle against him story-wise because he paused to admire his own reflection in the midst of a battle.
Which means Yan liked it when the builder trounced his ass. Yan enjoyed us bullying him.
This is, perhaps, the most unhealthy relationship ever. And cursed knowledge that I have now shared. You aren’t welcome.
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