Cairichi

Lvl. 34 / Germany / Married /plays Video games/ KH,TDP,ToA,GI,HL & MTAP|S|E Nerd / writes in ENG|GER/ Boardgame&Fitness enthusiast/ sassy af / kitty mommy of two 😺😸

[cairichi]

WRONG

Sebastian has lost almost everything. His sister. His best friend. His hope.

Sophie is the only thing he has left.

And when he realises that she might slip away from him as well, he reaches for her with the same desperate determination with which he once sought dark magic.

For Sebastian has never been very good at letting go.

[silverxstardust]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 🖤

My babies by wonderful @alliezarin 🤍 I'm totally in love how they look!

Dark Puppy Seb with soft spot for his princess :3

[silverxstardust]

What if ... their story ended differently...

Video posted on tik tok!

{mods used on photos, and clips made by me}

[silverxstardust]

and added video on youtube as well :3

[thatssallowsgirl]

The kind of calm that comes after fire.

[cairichi]

In The Shadow Of Time

Sophie is given the chance to undo everything—Sebastian’s mistakes, her own, the slow shattering of the world she knows. But the deeper she weaves herself into the knots of time, the clearer it becomes: fate may bend, but never without consequence. How many sacrifices is she willing to make to save the boy she loves— and what will remain of her once time demands its price?

Isidora regarded her with a calmness that bordered on amusement. That condescending curiosity stung worse than any insult. »Well now. Where’s your little sidekick? The boy with the freckles who usually clings to you like a leech?«

[cairichi]

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔰

~~~~~ ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ ~~~~~

When the Bandirat Queen returns to Portia to find her court in ruins, her search for a new consort sets her sights on Gust—unwittingly pulling him, Linda, and Portia into a dangerous game of power and temptation.

Read more here: Ao3

[mytimeatsandrockzine]

Howdy, everyone!

After several months of planning, cooking, and finally putting it all together, we would like to present to you the completed "Memories of My Time" Sandrock zine! This has been such a wonderful journey to be a part of and we sincerely appreciate all the interest, support, and the efforts of everyone who has come together and help us create something amazing within the community.

This zine was created as a love letter to the game "My Time at Sandrock" and showcase all of our favorite things about it in our own way- whether its a recipe, cosplay, artwork, and anything else, everyone here gave us the opportunity to show their love for the game in their own way.

This project could not have been made possible without the support of the creators who tagged along for the journey, our wonderful mods who supported us all throughout, and the people who were just excitedly waiting to see the finished product!

We would like to take a moment to thank every builder out there who makes the community as fun as it is, and hope to continue seeing all the amazing things that can come out of a community that works together to make great things for something they love.

That said, thank you for all the support- we hope you enjoy

"Memories of My Time": a My Time at Sandrock zine

[deputyrook]

My Time at Sandrock is such a fuckin phenomenal RPG that NO ONE has played because it looks like an awful stardew valley “cozy game” clone. But I think about the intense 100+ hour plot, the twists and turns in the story that GENUINELY shocked me, the depth of the characters, the expansive romances with multiple questlines, the post-apocalyptic environmental storytelling… oh Sandrock you are SO underappreciated

100% My Time at Evershine is going to blow up when it releases, watch for it

[cairichi]

┣▇▇ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕 ▇▇═─

She works too hard. He watches too closely. When relentless builder Linda pushes herself to the brink, Gust steps in to help—only to realize he's in far deeper than he planned and tried to ignore.

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If Gust had to think about who worked the hardest at A&G Construction, he’d say Albert without hesitation. If he had to choose someone from all of Portia, his father—Gale—would come to mind. But even then, he couldn’t fully agree with that. Sure, his father was the mayor, and the job of a mayor wasn’t exactly easy. But when it came to diligence, punctuality, reliability, and quality, Linda—the Builder—was at the very top. No matter what the citizens of Portia asked of her, she completed their requests with such speed, precision, and quality that it almost seemed inhuman.

Still, Gust was constantly impressed by her drive and enthusiasm. He deeply respected and appreciated her work ethic—and her as a person. Sometimes, a little too much. So much so that he had to distract himself with painting by the Portia River or going on out-of-the-ordinary walks with QQ.

What he didn’t like about her—almost found annoying—was simply how overly enthusiastic she was. She struck him as almost restless. He wondered whether she ever took breaks or, for Peach’s sake, went on vacation at all. But knowing her, he strongly doubted it. She was like a Panbat—always on the move and only stopping when absolutely necessary.

In the long run, that kind of pace could be a huge strain on both body and mind. Gust knew that all too well himself. After all, he had buried himself in work out of grief—stubborn as he was—until his body, or rather his immune system, completely shut down. He’d learned from that and now only did as much as felt right for him. But Linda seemed to be built differently. Or maybe it was only a matter of time until something finally clicked for her too. The click of A&G Construction’s door opening made Gust spin around in his chair. Albert also looked up from his stack of papers and smiled at the incoming customer. Gust’s mouth twitched slightly when he saw it was Linda—not because he disliked her, but because of how she looked. Her hair was messily tied back into a braid, and her blue coveralls were soaked in machine oil and grime. But that wasn’t even the worst part. Her posture and facial expression said it all. She looked completely worn out. Her face was pale, sweat ran down her temples, and her eyes seemed sluggish—if not outright glassy. She looked utterly exhausted, and yet, she stood in the room with a beaming smile. She walked over to Albert’s desk and leaned on it—clearly for support. Gust narrowed his eyes, suspicious.

»Hey Albert! I saw your notice for the next project and wanted to ask if I could take it on?« Gust stood up and descended the four steps down from his platform. Albert beamed and held out the construction plan to her. »Sure, absolutely, Linda! With your help, we’d be done in no ti—«

Gust snatched the blueprint from his hand. »It’s already assigned to Higgins,« he stated flatly. Linda looked at him, stunned, while Albert furrowed his brows and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

»Oh. Uhm, okay. I guess he beat me to it again,« Linda assumed, but Gust shook his head. »He didn’t. In your current condition, we’re not assigning any jobs to you.«

Linda frowned. Her cheeks flushed slightly red, and she placed her hands on her hips. »Condition? What do you even mean by that? I’m neither pregnant nor sick!«

Gust huffed and looked her up and down again. »You may not be pregnant, but as far as your health goes, I have to disagree. You look terrible.« Linda drew in a sharp breath. Albert's expression was a mix between »He did not just say that!« and »Why won’t you let her take the job?!«

»I’m not sick, Gust! See?« She stepped away from the desk, jumped up and down, and did a quick spin in place to prove her point. Gust wasn’t convinced in the slightest.

»I’m not risking the project just so you can get your way.You’re sick, and therefore you’ll underperform. You’re not getting the assignment.« Linda turned to Albert, clearly offended now.

»Albert? Say something. You have a say in this too!« Albert just shrugged. »These are Gust’s blueprints. If he doesn’t release them, I’ve got no say. Sorry, Linda.«

»But…,« she looked back and forth between Albert and Gust in frustration. »Gust, please.« She looked at him pleadingly, and Gust had to steel himself not to give in at the sight of her. He bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head weakly. »Absolutely not.«

Somewhat shocked by his tone, Linda took a step back. She looked at him almost disappointingly and rejected. The mouth she had opened to speak now pressed into a thin, hard line.

»Fine. Have it your way. I’m out of here. Good luck with Higgins, then.« She spun on her heel and slammed the door behind her.

Read more here: AO3

[cairichi]

Summer in Portia brings more than just sun, dust, and the hum of workshop tools – it stirs up emotions Linda would rather ignore. Especially when it comes to Gust: quiet, perfectionistic, and with a gaze that hides more than it reveals. Despite all protests from her heart, Linda agrees to a risky game: Ginger’s plan to win over her crush with a dress and a conveniently timed workbench upgrade. But when Arlo unexpectedly asks her out on a real date and Gust responds with cold indifference, everything starts to spiral out of control. Caught between pride, uncertainty, and a flicker of hope, Linda stumbles headfirst into an emotional whirlwind that’s about to become much more than just a harmless summer crush…

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[cairichi]

»I didn’t mean to fall for her. But love, as it turns out, never asks for permission. Especially when you’re running in circles.« - Gust

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»Are you coming to the beach at Amber Island tomorrow?«

»Absolutely not.«

»Why not? It’s going to be so much fun!«

»No, Ginger.«

»But I’ve already said yes.«

»What?! To whom?«

I had no idea how to describe the past few weeks. The fact that my sister had suddenly gotten all sorts of ideas into her head—ideas she’d never shown any interest in before—certainly didn’t make my situation any easier.

First, Linda started acting—how should I put it?—odd around me. She stumbled over her words more often than Oaks tripped over his own feet.

Then came that last-minute “vacation” to Sandrock, where some so-called doctor was supposedly able to cure her.

Well, turns out Dr. Fang wasn’t quite the quack I had taken him for, because his medicine actually worked, and Ginger could finally go out in the sun again without collapsing. Which probably explained her current behavior.

She suddenly started asking me questions completely out of context. Why had it been so important for her to know what kind of traits I liked in a woman?

I mean, what kind of sister asks her brother something like that?

Ah, right—apparently, mine.

But even though her health had improved significantly, she really should have been more careful with herself.

Ginger, however, clearly saw things differently, and the sweet smile she gave me came across as almost smug.

I frowned in disapproval as she simply shrugged.

»It’s going to be a fun day, Gust. Just relax. Besides...«—she paused, probably to gauge my reaction, but my face remained as unyielding as stone.

She noticed—and gave a faint smile.

»Albert and Sonia will be there.«

I raised an eyebrow.

»Albert and Sonia? Which of them invited you?« I had no idea what my best friend was thinking. Probably not much, from the looks of it.

If he seriously thought this double date idea would work out, he was sorely mistaken.

»Neither of them. It was Linda.« I blinked. Once, then again. Because I was skeptical.

»Linda?« I asked calmly, though inside, it felt like someone had thrown a brick into my mental filing system.

She nodded.

»Yes, Linda. And for my part, I’m going.«

My brows furrowed. Why would Linda just hand out invitations like that out of the blue? It made no sense.

»You’re not going there alone.«

»I won’t be, because you’re coming with me.« she replied.

»No, Ginger. Outings like that aren’t my thing.«

»Then I’ll go alone. The others will be there anyway.«, she said with a shrug, as if my opinion didn’t matter.

»You’re not going alone, Ginger. At least take Russo or—»

»No, Gust. It’s either you or no one. I’m going. And if you try to stop me, I still have the window, and I will climb out of it,« she threatened.

I sighed in resignation. The conversation was going in circles and getting us nowhere.

»Fine. I’ll go with you. But no more than two hours—got it?«

She nodded cheerfully and clapped her hands once.

»Oh, thank you, brother. You have no idea how happy that makes me.«

Ah, I had a hunch just how much.

Whether it would make me happy, though—I had my doubts. Especially given the look she threw at me, as if I had no clue what I was getting myself into.

And by the stars… how little I truly knew.

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Read more here 👇🥰

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works