[Image Description: A plushie of Uma Musume’s Oguri Cap sits next to a watercolor painting page of the head of Meisho Doto, holding up the bottom of her Legacy Race Trophy from the game with her shoes. One of the shoes has the date of “11/24/2025” on the top. The placard on the trophy reads “Lunar”, with her hair ahoge holding a red heart. End Description.]
I’m not all here, I’m 3 days late with another friend’s birthday present running a week late as I post this on 11/27/2025, but…
Okay so, I kinda got inspired by the amazing generosity of @winterhawkkisses fulfilling fic requests for Valentines Day and so... let me offer up my meager skills as well.
Want some art of your OTP? OT3? AU? Canon? MCU? 616? 1606? Hit me up with an ask - anon or under your name - with your request in vague or detail BEFORE February 11th and I’ll make you some arts. Please no tentacles.
[Image Description: A picture of a watercolor sketchbook, open to a painting of the Three-Tailed Beast from Naruto, Isobu, looking up at a white-pink ribbon bow sitting on one of his horns. A purple arrow points to the bow with the words "From Vy" and two hearts, blue and green adorning it, with the painting finished with the date of "11/20/2024", two green hearts, and "Happy Birthday Lang." End Description.]
I'm a day early as of this time (11/19/2024), but with how much work and the trolley has been taking from my energy (looking at bad apple employees 3 and 4, fuck you), I wanted to post this.
To @langwrites / @cyb-by-lang - happy birthday.
Thankie for staying with me this year. Here's to another year.
Note: For @dollya-robinprotector. Since you’re going through a rough patch, I thought some fluff would work in easing the stress.
Very light FGO/Passing Days-DOL crossover and all. Based heavily off this one ask and this comic that led me to meeting you, Dollya. :) Written as thanks for talking with me and bonding over the FGO gnomes.
Was listening to YOASOBI’s Idol when writing this. And Dr. Stone’s One Small Step.
Now if y’all excuse me, I need to sleep. More hematopathology work tomorrow.
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By the time Vy had noticed the door show up in her room, she wasn’t surprised anymore. It even decided to appear once she had finished packing up the latest batch of magic peanut butter cookies for the Servants, but compared to the previous door, this one had—
“A silver handle…?” Unlike all of Chaldea’s sliding doors and the previous magic entrance that led to another Master’s world, this door looked almost ordinary, its white oak furnishings and matching pale silver doorknob making it look like it came out of a Home Depot. Even when compared to the white walls of her room in Novum Chaldea, the newest entryway looked… mundane. In spite of its faint glowing too.
Vy considered. Glancing down at her bags of cookies, one in particular stood out to Vy’s eye. It was a bit lopsided from including some of the bigger cookies of the batch, not to mention the rather crooked purple ribbon bow, but it was… it was apparently glowing the same faint yellow as the new door.
With one last look at the door, Vy felt herself smile wryly. “I guess… if this is glowing too… might as well try and take a chance as long as I’m not gone for too long, right? Just have to wear the right Mystic Code…”
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“Nngh…”
“…Oh dear,” Vy said for herself when stepping through the magic door. What waited beyond it was a grassy hill, a single tree overlooking what looked like a farm, and a single man lying in the grass, asleep with—with actual tears in his eyes. It wasn’t a stretch to believe he was suffering from a nightmare in spite of the warm atmosphere around him, but add in the light thrashing and the sweat beading his forehead, Vy knew she couldn’t leave him be.
The blond fringe of hair hiding one side of his face away from view was the last nail in the metaphorical coffin. If his hair was ginger-colored instead of blonde, then—
I want to help this person just like I help Robin.
It was why Vy kept the one bag of cookies from Chaldea nestled close to the chest of her Decisive Battle uniform, slowly getting to her knees and reaching out with one gloved hand.
“Sir,” she whispered softly, patting his shoulder as gently as she could. Her ponytail could be pushed over her shoulder later. Right now, someone was suffering, and— “Sir, please wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”
“N-Ngh—” The man groaned, nearly slapping her hand if not for Vy moving it out of the way just in time. “Lya—! Lya, I’m s—!”
“Sir,” Vy spoke more firmly, worry leaking into her voice before she realized it as her fingers reached up to pinch at his cheek. Sitting down on her knees, she said, “It’s alright — it’s over. It’s time for you to come back to reality now.”
The blond man got up with a start once her pinching registered, blue eyes wide with shock and tears once his spine made an audible crack from sitting up so abruptly. Vy immediately took her hand back, schooling her panic as best as she could once he looked at her past the haze in his blue eyes. “Lya—!” he blinked. “You’re… you’re not Lya.” His brow furrowed almost immediately, a glare settling in his eyes as he took her in. “Who are you, where did you come from, and when did you get to this farm?”
Typical, Vy thought. Outwardly, she did her best to smile placatingly, shrugging her shoulders. “Good morning to you too, good sir. I’m Vy — consider me a passerby who came through a magic door and saw someone crying in their sleep and therefore couldn’t leave them alone,” she said, pointing at her own eyes past her glasses to gesture to her newly awake companion. The “magic door” part of her statement wasn’t a complete lie, but it was enough to wipe some of the apprehension off of his face. “I’ve had experience with waking up with tears in my eyes, see.”
“…Oh.” And as soon as he said it, the man raised one calloused hand to wipe at his face, the tattooed wristband on his knuckles shining a darker shade of black with the droplets sticking to his skin with the motion. “…Did I look that much like shit?”
“Not as bad as someone who’s had the life literally burned out of them, no.” Vy said immediately, the image of the many victims of Camelot Gawain's Excalibur Galatine coming to the forefront of her mind before she pushed the thought away. That sight was just plain disgusting. “It could’ve been worse.”
Now the man was looking at her with a completely new face. “Burned?”
She smiled and offered the bag of cookies in her arms to him instead. “Yep. I’ve seen worse than someone crying in their sleep, so you have nothing to worry about,” she answered in regards to his unspoken question, shaking her head. “Enough of debating the ‘worse’ in looks. Would you like some cookies? I have a bag right here for you.”
“…Cookies?” The man wasn’t staring daggers at her at least, but he still looked wary. “You made them?”
“With just peanut butter, eggs, and sugar, yes. They’re supposed to be ‘magic.’” Vy felt herself smile a bit wider once she could see the curiosity start to dawn on the man’s face. She offered the bag to him again, lopsided purple ribbon bow and all. “Don’t worry, I didn’t poison them and I taste-tested them beforehand. It just looked like you needed something sweet to work off the nightmare, sir.”
The man glanced at her, then at the bag in her hands, and back at her. “You… You don’t even know me,” he slowly choked out, a large drop of a tear forming in the corner of his visible eye as the blue of his iris widened to reflect her image. “You only just… you only just stumble on me, and you just—”
Vy wasn’t sure whether to smile or just wait. She decided to opt for both while adding in an extra shrug of her shoulders.
“I…” The man choked again, shaking his head while scrubbing at his face with his hand again. The tattoos — he had more on his other hand and even his neck — all of them looking like shackles to match his voice coming out vulnerable and raw-sounding once he said, “I hurt the woman I love. I hurt more than just her. I-I’m still scared I could hurt the family she gave me. So then, why would you—”
“What’s wrong,” Vy said quietly to cut off the self-deprecating rant, “with wanting to help someone, then?”
The man fell silent, the tear in his eye slowly growing big enough to streak his cheek as it then fell to the grass between them.
With a bit of mustered courage — from Mash, from Artoria, from Achilles, from Robin — Vy smiled a bit wider as she reached over with her left hand — glove, lotus-shaped Command Seals and all — to wipe at the man’s exposed cheek. “Hurt is just gonna happen, sir. That’s just how life is,” she said in a softer voice, ignoring the wetness starting to spread out against the fingertips of her glove as she rubbed his cheekbone as gently as she could. As Da Vinci might’ve done in her place, as the Eternal Genius. As Dr. Roman might’ve done in her place, as a medical professional — as a living human from King Solomon’s remains. “And even if I don’t know what happened to hurt you so much, what matters now is how you move forward in the face of all of it. And if you’re waking up like this, crying and worrying about how to treat the person you love even after you hurt her, I’d like to think you’re walking in the right direction.”
The man half-snorted, half-sniffled, but he didn’t slap her hand away. Instead, he weakly leaned into her palm, his other hand coming up to weakly grasp at the bag of cookies sitting between them. “…Huh.” A weak laugh leaves his lips, blue eyes teary still as he closed them for a shaky inhale of breath. “Guess I’m more fucked up than I thought, listening to a stranger and taking fucking peanut butter cookies from them.”
“I’m not a stranger when I previously said my name, sir, not to mention I offered the cookies in the first place,” Vy said plainly, but she still smiled at him. It was the least she could do. “And really — we’re all struggling in life. Might as well start somewhere. So.” She pushed the cookies into his shaking palm, forcing as much cheer into her voice as possible. “My name is Vy. What is yours, sir?”
The smile he gives her in that moment makes her think, Robin, again. Even with the ear piercings and the tattoos, his face looks bright for the first time ever in the sunlight peeking past the tree hanging over them and the farm sitting far away. “…Whitney. It’s… it’s Whitney.”
“Well then!” Vy hummed, making sure to pat his wet cheek a few more times for good measure before lowering her left hand to take his in a squeeze. “It’s nice to meet you, Whitney! Hurt and all! I have some time on my hands being a passerby, so why don’t we chat for a bit? Hopefully get the tears out of you too!”
Because when barely anyone outside of Mash and the Servants — Robin especially — reached out when she woke up crying, the least Vy could do was make sure no one else could have a repeat experience.
[Image Description: A watercolor painting of a Shiny Umbreon poking its head out of a green present box with a purple ribbon. Above its head reads, “Happy Birthday Lunar”, with the box edges having “11/24/2024” and “From Vy.” Around the whole image are gel pen yellow and orange stars, a pink heart, and a purple flower. End Description.]
I’m a few days late, but to @lunarimpact - happy birthday. @partialdignity gave me the okay when sketching this in the first place, so…
[Image Description: A traditional drawing of what looks like a computer "Alert" pop-up screen, with the drawing's date "12/24/2023" and a text box above it saying "A gift is in your mailbox!" The pop-up shows a white heart-shaped gift box tied with a light blue ribbon, with a small "OK" button underneath it. At the right side of the pop-up screen is a small brunette girl in glasses and white-blue pajamas, one sleeve raised to her mouth as she peeks at the viewer uncertainly. End Description.]
To all my friends, real and online, this is my very belated gift for a lot of occasions. Sent via traditional art mailbox, even if I wish I could be a little more confident about it (even took from some Fate/Extra fanart for this too). Birthdays, holidays, all of those things. My art's been on the quiet side, both from work and energy, but the least I can do before the end of 2023 is to provide something. Because it's the least I can do.
As for what's in the heart box? That's up to you. :)
[Image Description: A digital sketch of an exasperated Insect King, smiling but not really meaning it as he holds up a white and blue cake up to the viewer. End Description.]
Thanks to @l1p3k4, I was able to get Oberon to present something! (Thankie so much, Lipeka, Oberon looks great ^_^)
@kunikida, @hizentadahiro, the cake is for you two. :) I hope you don't mind (even if Oberon apparently does). Thankie again for being my friends.
[Image Description: A traditional colored pencil/pen drawing of a fluffy white dog - specifically the dog Bond from Spy x Family - holding a pink flower in his mouth. He gives a "borf" to the viewer as the area around him says with an aquamarine ribbon, "To Lang and Os, Happy 6th Year Friendversary. From Vy. 4/1/2023." End Description.]
Because being called a disrespectful, racist bitch for the first time by a lady I passed in the trolley doesn't stop me from honoring an important day. So, here we are. With Bond and all.
@langwrites, @windwardstar - I've known you two for 6 years running now. And it's thanks to you two I'm writing in the first place and in a much better place than I used to be.
Lang, Os: thankie for sticking with me. I hope this next year continues to be a good one. <3 I love you both platonically lots.
