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panthea-owns-my-soul · 10 months

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

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

Miguel x Female builder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re sure about that?” She asked

“Entirely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sandara-and-coco · 6 months

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₊˚⊹⋆ Howdy there! It’s finally time for Sandrock's final release yay ₊˚⊹⋆

To celebrate this special occasion Sandara pulled off her jewelry making skills to prepare some unique rings for every sandrocker who wishes to propose to their soulmate ! So without further, here's a little story behind each design,

Qi - Sended an intriguing blueprint to Sandara with complex symbols and diagrams…He assured her that it meant something important to his soulmate so she craved the coded message in precious silver with care. Even if she didn’t get Qi special love language as usual she was sure his loved one would get it ;)

Owen - Our favorite bartender showed an intricate design to Sandara, a delicate pattern almost the same as his own parents' engagement ring. Like the gilding flowers on the cover of a fine book he wished to give his lover the beginning of the story they were about to write together in this life.

Fang - The swan holding a special meaning to him Fang requested Sandara to make his ring the shape of that gracious animal to seal his promise to love and cherish his dearest one forever.

Ernest - Came by with this big and expensive pearl that got a special meaning to him asking Sandara if she could add it to his ring. The pearl symbol of his loyalty and love was carefully placed on the gold ring, the initials of his name and his lover one engraved on the inside.

Pablo - He made a special request to Sandara in search of the most colorful metal they could find for his ring in which bismuth mineral was perfect! Showing how bright and full of all the colors of this world his love was for his chosen one.

Arvio - Insisting on getting the most fine materials Arvio asked for a special ring. He showed Sandara a rare sand flower from Baranarok symbolizing hope and renewal inspiring the shape of that jewel meant to bond him and his other half forever.

Miguel - Requested a rather simple but very elegant ring, made with pale gold with a single diamond to show the purity of his love for his chosen one.

Burgess - Asked for something extra special to convey all his will to live in happiness and kindness with his soulmate. The yellow diamond he chose shining in the center of his ring radiating like the sun all his love.

Pen - In secret Pen demanded the most powerful ring Sandara could make to give his special one great strength and power he’s all for. However he never delivered it himself…

Unsuur - While admiring his collection Unsuur couldn't choose which gem was more fitting so he brought them all to Sandara to make a special ring! (even adding a few shards Wilson lost to make the base of his special ring ;)

Justice - Wanted a pretty ring that still felt like him so Sandara took great care at bringing out Justice strong will and honesty toward his most precious one with this silver and copper ring.

Logan - The only one Sandara didn’t make because well Logan made it himself for his special one! On late hunt nights he sat by the fire and carefully carved this ring in bones with the will to give his loved one something he made with all his heart.

This isn’t much but I hope everyone will have much fun playing and living wonderful adventures with Sandrockers friendly as romantic ones ! As I used to study jewelry making it was very much fun to do and fitting hc that Sandara would make them for the town folks !

It’s been already one year that I have being in this fandom and so so grateful for everything it brought me and the wonderful people it allowed me to meet ♡

I’m currently working on the girl next and some custom ones for my fellow builders who helped me with the designs ◇

₊˚⊹⋆ Happy Sandrock day ! Wish you all the best and see you soon to continue this journey together ₊˚⊹⋆

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sinokoi · 3 months

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#my time at sandrock #mtas pen #mtas burgess #mtas miguel

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vagrant-muffin · 4 months

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I thought it would be funny if my builder was older than Logan when the builder looks like a child while Logan looks Like That haha

#my time at sandrock #my time at sandrock spoilers #mtas Logan #mtas Justice #mtas Builder #mtas Miguel #fanart

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immeria · 2 months

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#art #my time at sandrock #mtas unsuur #mtas owen #mtas miguel #mtas builder

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zuzuxb · 3 months

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miguel and Burgess

#my time at sandrock #mtas miguel #mtas burgess #my art

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asphotheblushingpotato · 11 days

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Miguel the Dancing Queen

#mtas miguel #my time at sandrock #mtas

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antiloquist · 5 months

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#mtas #my time at sandrock #mtas pen #mtas miguel #mtas spoilers #not putting this in the lo/ga/n tag bc i don't want it misinterpreted #bc i myself am a fan of him #disclaimer that yes villains are bad #i just think villains are interesting sometimes #far in the earth's crust below pen fans are venti fans #i am so sorry venti fans

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coffestamps · 1 year

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#my time at sandrock #mtas miguel #mtas #fanart #my time at sandrock miguel #my boy <3

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sno4wy · 3 days

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Miguel plushie ❤️

Commissioned from https://www.stitchybutton.etsy.com/!

This is the 5th custom plushie I've commissioned from StitchyButton over the course of 10 years and all of them have exceeded my expectations! All I did was send her reference pictures of the characters and I've been really happy with her interpretations. For Miguel, I requested a bigger than the average nose that she normally makes for her plushies due to him having a rather prominent nose. In the past, I've requested a specific facial expression (i.e. grumpy instead of cheerful/neutral) for a different character.

He's made from a fleece material; I believe the buttons and decals are painted pieces of fleece. The attention to detail is great, all the various quirks of his outfit like his rolled-up pants, shoulderpads, and belt affixtures are included. As you can see, his hair is composed of individual strands, with the possibility of pushing the one in his face back seamlessly.

I highly recommend StitchyButton! Miguel is the Cuddle Style that she makes, but I've gotten plushies from her in both her Standard Style and Cuddle Style. She does sales periodically and if you support her on Patreon, you get monthly coupons for 15-30% off.

#my time at sandrock #MTAS #MTAS Miguel #stitchybutton

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vani-candy · 2 months

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A new chapter has appeared!!!! im still in a funky mental state (certainly doing better than i was last month at least bruh) but im slowly getting back into the swing of things! im getting experimental with my process again and i kind of let my biases rule me on this one a tad oops. (that said, your personal biases making it into your writing is a little inevitable) this chapter turned out a bit angstier than i drafted it LOL but i can assure you the next one will be a fluffy silly one! for sure!

i hope you all enjoy!

#my time at sandrock #mtas oc #mtas builder #mtas fang #mtas x #mtas matilda #mtas miguel #mtas mian #mtas elsie #mtas owen in the bg #mtas logan in the bg #fancomic #oc x canon #vani candy art

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sandrockianblues · 11 months

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Hello!! Do you have hcs how the characters would confess to the builder?🥺👉👈

I do! I did the male LIs only to ease the workload though, sorry 😭

🛍️Arvio🛍️:

He means well, he really does, but if the builder hangs out with him a handful of times consecutively- he’s gonna assume they’re together already and that they know. He’s the type to say he loves them rather soon since he’s a young idealist and romantic. Maybe he’ll even sneak a kiss to their cheek. But regardless, his confession may accidentally come in the form of his obliviousness to the builder’s own obliviousness.

🌻Burgess🌻:

It’ll take him a long while- and possibly several imported magazines’ quizzes from the cities- before he gathers the courage to confess. He’ll spend a month in preparation and religiously study over plants and flowers- maybe he’ll even request to telegraph and place an order to a floral shop somewhere to import them- but he confesses to the builder with a bouquet of flowers with a message in their meanings.

✏️Ernest✏️ :

He’ll begin to write small snippets of a new lead of his in a book. Their personality strikingly similar to the builder’s who just so happens to be his beta reader he requested to help him. He writes the character how he wants the builder to know how he sees them. How he acknowledges their imperfections and flaws, but thinks they’re something worth writing about and how they’re the main lead in his own life.

🌿Fang🌿:

It was subtle enough with him giving them natural supplements and small and quiet inquiries as to how they were feeling- but he accidentally confessed when he caught them by the shoulder on their way to the mines when he saw their panda eyes and pushed them back into the house to properly care for them. His attention and commitment to stay through the night in a chair besides their bed was enough of a confession, his hand gripping theirs was more so.

🌟Justice✨:

He’s a man of routine and habit. He and Unsuur are supposed to protect the entirety of a town that’s on the brink of devastation that he sometimes forgets about his own well-being when he really throws himself into his work. It’s not like Unsuur can dissuade him, he’s got his own responsibilities to carry out. And if the builder becomes a CC member or not, their presence to check in with Justice or bring him food means the world to him. He’s the type to accidentally slip up with a mouthful of food with his confession and freeze when he hears it, but he’s not the type to back down either and he’ll repeat it when he finishes this bite.

🤍Logan🤍:

Forgive him, he’s never experienced true love or had seen it between a couple really. His biggest examples he feels like just happened to end up together. And while he doesn’t hate or resent her, the knowledge of his mother abandoning his father and him left a certain scar that’s instilled a fear of being left once more. He’s lost his father, he’s not quite settled in town, his life is barely back on track- he’s not sure he can handle these newfound feelings. But when he can, he doubled his workload for them and he wants to share with them all his lessons he’s got in his arsenal for hunting and living. He’ll confess rather bluntly with a blush crawling up his neck and looking like he wants to fight instead of confess.

☀️Miguel☀️:

He’s a reserved person that shares little about his life and past. He’s got a standoffish demeanor and is well disciplined. But falling for the builder seems to break his resolve just a little. He wants to share those little details of himself with them but struggles to keep himself from sharing too much. Miguel wants to show them the beauty of life and the light, but fears his own love and appreciation will come across as another sermon or lesson. His form of a confession comes in his request to take a trip to a place where they can overlook the town and beyond, speaking to them in a softer voice. Help them see what they’ve gifted him the sight of.

💚Owen💚:

When Owen falls for someone, he falls hard. He tries to distract himself with his work but it’s not entirely easy when one’s work is a dining establishment people frequent- because it is the ONLY dining establishment. Even when he tells his stories does he find his eyes finding them in the crowd and wanting to see every reaction they have to his words. He too is a romantic, but he’s not as grand and bold as Arvio may be. He likes the quiet moments. He’ll confess by asking to cook for them privately, to tell them a story as he stands at the stove. He’ll confess he wants their full attention for this one moment, and from then on can he find himself happy that work and home life mix when he cooks for them both.

✂️Pablo✂️:

Him actually settling down on a crush and love is new to him. This is someone he finds himself liking regardless of what they dress like or style themselves. No one is more surprised than him. He tries to show it, and for all his confidence and suaveness, he’s kinda struck shy by the whole thing. More compliments are thrown out there, more skin care products, more asking of their style from back home. It’s not until they’re there for another hair appointment with his hands in their locks does he crack in a quieter voice saying he likes them and he doesn’t think that loving them will ever be out of style.

🏅Pen🏅:

Pen wants someone that’s not going to scold him and prod at his insecurities- loath as he is to admit that he’s got some. He’s arrogant and cocky, but he’s aware of where his limits and errors lie. To find someone that doesn’t point them out or treat him like he’s a bully would be huge for him. He secretly craves the softness he’s missing and someone to complement his personality. His way of confessing is more confusing as the builder suddenly finds themselves being told that he accepts their advancements and crush on him whilst being whisked away to either go fight or for a meal or if you’re lucky, him working out.

🚀Qi🚀:

Qi is oblivious to some advancements or flirtations if they’re subtle. He doesn’t have his head in the clouds, nah, his head is in mf space. He won’t know he’s got a thing for the builder until he starts getting distracted with his work or he’d rather let his thoughts of them wander them focusing again. His confession comes in a stilted and nonsensical hypothetical question to them with a blush coating his face like he’s drunk. He’ll say he can’t solve it, that no equation or theorem will help him but to test this “hypothetical” and see if his “hypothesis” is correct.

🪨Unsuur🪨:

Unsuur doesn’t really understand his feelings for a bit of time and they unnerve him a bit because it’s something out of his control. It’s out of his unique sense of his profound understanding of the world and life itself. He’s not great with people, yeah. But the fact that the builder continuously comes back to talk with him? That they invite and include him in things? They give him rocks and stones? The moment he realizes he’s falling in love, that’s it. Everything now makes sense. So they next time they give him a gem? He’ll ask if they realize what it means- he’ll ask how many he’ll have to accept until he can kiss them finally.

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