#robinvy

[writer-and-artist27]

Or the author decided to dip her toes into the realm of smut/mature content for the first time ever, with the encouragement of @partialdignity (Thankie, Carim) and other friends. So content warning here, for some removed clothing and kissing. Just saying.

Heavily inspired by real life and how the journey to even committing to the action of sex itself possibly being a slow one, with two partners trying to explore each other at their own paces.

Canonically takes place after Olympus and Heian-Kyo in Part 2 of FGO, following this bond story from Tumblr. And is canon to Passing Days. 

Was listening to Idol from YOASOBI when drafting, funny enough.

FFN link here. 

#robinvy #writing #fanfiction update #passing days #fate grand order #robin hood (fate) #mastersona vy #character study #or the author got curious and wanted to try #love exploration #cw: smut #cw: implied sex #kissing #now if you'll excuse me #i need to eat dinner #and then melt into my blankets and pillows instead of screaming

[exmeowstic]

comm for @writer-and-artist27 of a little summer robinvy <33 (based on a scene from this fic) i loved working on this!!!!!!!!!!

#commission #my art #robin hood (fate) #vy #fate #mastersona #aaaaa thank you again for letting me do this vy!!!!

[dantespilled]

😀 - I'm not afraid of reaching out to you, and 😊 - you are definitely a friendly person. Thankie for helping with the FGO Mastersona "brainrot". I also blame you for RobinVy being a thing! :D

Sbjdfufydchd thank you vy 😭😭😭💖💖 im happy to make you able to make them a thing HHH

#ask

[writer-and-artist27]

Or in an effort to break 200k total words on AO3, the author decided to revisit the Ooku event originally covered in Extra Days 4-6 while doing some character exploration. Inspired by Persona 4′s Shadow Confrontations; @partialdignity‘s writing of Step Back, Press Forward and Excising the Thorn; and the fight between Team RWBY and the Nightmare Grimm version of Blake in RWBY Ice Queendom. 

This chapter is dedicated to the aforementioned @partialdignity (for help with writing Kama and the entire Ooku segment) and @hizentadahiro. A shoutout to @withanina and @kunikida too, since I know you’ve been going through some tough times lately - here’s some writing to help tide them through. I love you all lots. :> 

FFN link here. OST playlist here too, with the new songs included.

#writing #fate grand order #passing days #fanfiction update #ooku event #mastersona vy #robin hood #arturia pendragon #achilles #kiara sessyoin #yagyu munenori #parvati #kama #mata hari #Scheherazade #link #links #robinvy

[writer-and-artist27]

[Image Description: A traditional drawing of a forest hunter dressed in a white suit with black and yellow cuffs, taking the gloved hand of a bespectacled brunette Master, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. The Master stares at him in surprise in her own formal butterfly-themed white dress, her blush coincidentally matching the lotus ribbon clip in her hair and the pink accents of her choker, cuff, and glove. The background has pink flower petals and light orange circles throughout, finished off with the drawing's date of "10/4/2022" in the top left corner. End Description.]

So per FFN and AO3, Passing Days turns 2 years old on November 28th this year. That's huge, considering I've only been writing for... 6 years? As of October 19th, too. Gosh.

And well, considering the recent trailer for Fate/Extra Record, I felt the intense urge to draw something again. Especially for the duo that Passing Days ended up being about, a far cry from its Tumblr oneshot debut two years ago.

It took a lot of references, some of which came from official Fate artists (and considering the new controversial advent of AI art, I wanted to point out the links specifically to give credit back to the original creators), but it's here.

I'm not sure where FGO's story will end. But whatever it tells, I'm sure I'm going to write alongside it, just to give these two their happy ending.

For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the ride. :) And thanks for staying with me for these last few years.

#passing days #concept art #art stuff #mastersona vy #robin hood #robinvy #roby #fate grand order #vy says something #artist thoughts #writer thoughts #this took two weeks #ouch #but that's okay #i'll do my best #anniversary art

[writer-and-artist27]

[Image Description: A traditional colored pencil drawing of a bespectacled, tearing-up brunette Master dressed in a gray-sleeved, blue dress with a white ribbon sash and petticoat. Her hair is done up in a high ponytail and held by a Chaldea symbol clip, her gaze not at the viewer but at the mirror in front of her. Behind her, a hooded May King looms in concern, his mantle raised upwards to hug the brunette's back as he looks down at her. The drawing's creation date is above the mirror's wall at the far top left corner, being "11/13/2022". End Description.]

From the writer standpoint behind this piece: There's only so much "saving the world" one can do before you start doubting yourself and what you're doing. In those times, you have to count on the people around you to help, even if they're "ghosts" because they at least understand the plight of being a hero; they were with you every single bloody step of the way. They can move you away from that accursed mirror taunting you of what you've become.

From a personal standpoint behind this, well. Being at home for 2 months between jobs has been a tough ordeal, to say the least. Going through interview after interview, recruiter after recruiter, wondering whether or not I'm professional trash based on how my previous job let me go. And well, I'm not surprised to have those thoughts leak into my writing and artwork.

When listening to RWBY Ice Queendom's rendition of Mirror Mirror, I suddenly got the idea of drawing this. Weiss Schnee is still a character I love dearly, from her character arc to her design, so after staring at her Volume 4 artwork and so many other references (all linked, of course), I was able to finish this in about two days. Thankie, Weiss.

Otherwise? I'd like to think Robin would be good at hugs when it comes to someone he grows to care about. It'd give his mantle another purpose aside from camouflage, anyways. A certain Chaldea Master I've been writing for (almost 2-3 years now, as of this post too) could use more.

#art stuff #concept art #robin hood #mastersona vy #passing days #fate grand order #inspired by rwby #artist thoughts #personal thoughts #vy says something #robinvy

[writer-and-artist27]

Where the Summer 4 rerun came in and there were lots of feelings.

Dunno how self-indulgent this is when I’m posting this on the evening before my very first family wedding to attend. And I dunno when the next funeral will be either. Trying to keep my chin up.

Dedicated specifically to @partialdignity, @withanina, and @exmeowstic, nonetheless. You all are great.

Warning for very minor Olympus spoilers, as the latter half of this chapter takes place directly after Days 34 and 35.

FFN link here. OST list here with the new songs too.

Now to sleep because weddings and grandparents need to be attended to.

#passing days #fanfiction update #robin hood #sherlock holmes #mastersona vy #writing #robinvy #fate grand order #tired vy says something #link #links

[writer-and-artist27]

Tumblr Short Story: "Unholy" Kisses

Summary: This is a day that never dawned, a night that never came to be. A time where a Master spoke up beyond her mortification, saying things that inevitably led to more earlier down the line.

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Note: This is probably the most “thirsty” story I’ve written in a hot minute (and that says something when I’m the ace and look at most thirst-related FGO artwork with a One Punch Man “okay” face), and I’m affectionately blaming Sebas/@exmeowstic for this due to his encouraging it. And also inspiring me with his recent commission artwork for Passing Days. Thankie, beloved friend.

Note that the following does have spoilers for the manga adaptation of Salem, as well as consist of an AU/alternate universe of Passing Days proper. Kinda like a “what if” scenario after the ending of Day 45, where specific things could’ve played out differently. With a lot more yearning and kissing mixed in. So. You’ve been forewarned. 

For a song to listen to, I recommend Kyle Landry’s 2021 piano cover of Dearly Beloved from Kingdom Hearts.

Please enjoy!

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“From what I’m aware of,” Sanson said with a face, giving Robin a look over Vy’s head, “your injuries aren’t serious enough to prevent you coming back into the troupe full-time. But I did have to apply stitches to your wounds, so at the moment, bedrest is a must, Archer.” 

“Of course,” Robin deadpanned, unable to keep the grimace off his face in spite of Vy continuing to cling to him with her arms around his neck as he patted the top of her head. “How’s Circe?”

“Working,” Sanson replied, turning back to the nightstand to start packing up his first-aid supplies. “Last I checked, there were still a few things she wanted to adjust within her workshop, so I imagine she wants to be left alone for now.” As a bottle of antiseptic went back into his duffel bag, Robin could hear the soft clink clink of the glass bumping something inside. “She was the one to bring you back here, after all.” 

No wonder the little sparrow was so worried. Robin glanced down at the brunette still hugging him with an internal sigh before returning Sanson’s gaze with a wry smile. “That explains things.” To Vy, he couldn’t help but raise his other arm to start rubbing comforting circles into her back, unable to ignore the growing wetness on his shoulder as she trembled against him. “Little sparrow,” he whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. You can let go now.”

To both his and Sanson’s surprise, Vy furiously shook her head, merely tightening her grip in the hug as she buried her face into his neck. “D-Don’t wanna,” is the mumbled response, sounding almost like a petulant child as she continued to have a bad case of the sniffles. “You w-worried me, you absolute dork…” 

“Vy…” 

“Which I understand your feelings, Master, all too well in fact,” Sanson put in, softer this time as he reached out to rest a hand against Vy’s shoulder, “but your clinging to him may make it harder for his stitches to stay in place. Is it alright if you could let him go now?”

By that point, Robin’s not sure whether to glare at Sanson or not as a soft “Ugu” tickles his neck, but Vy still loosens her grip on him as she pulls back from the hug. It didn’t stop him from feeling a nugget of guilt start to weigh down his stomach once he takes in the look on her face, and Sanson seems to notice it too, because he withdraws his hand in half the time it takes for Vy to sit back in her chair at Robin’s bedside, long brown hair shading her eyes. Tears still tellingly glisten from her cheeks and at Robin’s shoulder where she was crying, and the little sparrow proceeds to shakily reach into one of her pockets on her Standard Chaldean uniform. With another sniffle (not muffled this time), she pulls out a microfiber cloth, taking off her glasses to start wiping at the lenses with the small thing. “‘M… ‘m sorry,” comes out in a shaky wisp of a voice, hints of another sob climbing up her throat as she swallows thickly. “I… I…” 

“Vy,” Robin said softly, giving Sanson his own look before the Assassin could open his goddamn mouth again, “it’s okay.” 

Mid-wipe of her glasses, a few droplets fall onto the lenses past her fingers as Vy’s shoulders shake. “N-No, no, Robin, it’s not… it’s not…” A noise caught between a sob and a high-pitched wail then leaves her mouth, echoing in the room enough to make Sanson freeze in place as she shook her head. “It’s not okay, it’s just not…” 

Oh no, Robin thinks.

“I’ll…” Sanson gulps, looking more and more uncomfortable by the second as he zipped up his duffel bag, slowly backing away to grab his coat as he inched closer towards the door. “I’ll take my leave now. I… I can see I have intruded on what appears to be a private moment, so you two can hash things out, Archer,” he then adds hastily, his hand finding some kind of purchasing grip on the doorknob before throwing open the door. “Don’t push yourself, Master,” is all he leaves Vy in passing as the door closes behind him, locking in place with a very solid click, and by then, Robin is left alone with his little sparrow.

His crying, very upset little sparrow. 

Normally, Robin would’ve been pissed at Sanson leaving him to handle the work. But in this case, he couldn’t be bothered to even feel angry. 

Not with Vy still crying in front of him.

“Vy,” Robin tries softly, sitting up and scooting out of the bed some to extend an arm in her direction. “It’s not your fault I got hurt.”

“B-But I was the one who ordered you to go out there with Circe to investigate the Whateleys, Robin…” Vy shockingly clams up in response to his touch, folding her glasses in her palm to squeeze with the microfiber cloth like a gosh darn stress ball as she brings her knees up to her face. “I was the one to ask you to go out there, and you…” This time, there is a sob as she shrinks further into her own little ball. “You could’ve d-died.” 

And that’s the crux of the issue, isn’t it? Robin already knew Vy never liked seeing the people around her hurt. Heck, he knew things Sanson and the others didn’t thanks to their bond, from how she tried her best at everything, how she worked harder than anyone else just for the people she loved, even if it meant making a false image of being happy for her parents when they worried — forcing a smile for that aunt of hers who was still in the hospital for a cancer she wasn’t sure about when on a call before this whole mess of a Singularity. It didn’t make him feel any less guilty at knowing his calculated risk of a plan with Circe to face off against that fake-Lavinia ended up hurting her. Again, after what happened in SE.RA.PH too. And here he thought he was doing better at making it up to her. 

“‘M sorry,” Vy sobs before Robin could open his mouth, wiping at her eyes fiercely with her sleeve while refusing to move from her new burrow of her knees, even if it meant her tears were starting to darken part of her stockings. “‘M sorry I wasn’t… I wasn’t there for you… I—” 

“Hey.” Robin could feel his voice crack as he reached over, his hand finally finding some purchase in resting on top of her hair. “Hey, Vy. Don’t say that. That’s not it at all.” I could never blame you for a plan that went wrong. “I was the one who agreed to the plan. Besides, you did what you could, little sparrow, and it’s okay, really. Don’t clam up on me and just look at me, will you?”

Vy sniffled, but after a few more coaxing rubs of her head, she slowly peeked out past her wet stockings to meet his eye, and Robin couldn’t help the smile growing on his face as he reached over with his other arm to pull on her chair. Once the bottom half of the chair hit the mattress with a quiet thump noise, he reached out to her on instinct, ignoring his abdomen screaming at him from the bandages as his arms encircled her trembling form to pull her into him. Something small yet sharp was poking his waist, probably Vy’s glasses, but he couldn’t care less. Not right now.

“I’m still here, little sparrow,” he whispered, stroking her hair once her nose softly bumped his other, less wet shoulder. “I’m not dead yet. Just a bit mana-drained and hurt, that’s all. It’s not something we both can’t fix. So you don’t have to cry.”

Shaky hands reached up to press against his chest, a few more telling sniffles echoing into his neck as Vy slowly nodded. Then, to Robin’s surprise, she whispered, “S-So… if you got mana, you wouldn’t be as hurt right now?”

Robin blinked, pulling back some to let Vy wipe at her eyes with her sleeve as his muscles in his arms tensed. “I mean… yes?” Where are you going with this? 

Vy ducked her head, extending one arm to drop her glasses and microfiber cleaning cloth onto the nightstand where Sanson’s duffel bag once was in time with her taking a deep breath. In and out. From their closeness, Robin could feel her chest heave from the effort. “Th-Then…” her ears turned pink from what he could see past her hair as she scrubbed at her face with her other sleeve. Were her cheeks turning pink too? “What if… what if I kissed you?”

“…Uh.” It took Robin a moment too long to realize he choked on his own saliva. “What?”

Vy inhaled sharply. “I-I said… what if I kissed you?” She then raised her head to meet his gaze, and Robin knew he wasn’t mistaking the bright rosy hue of her cheeks as the color spread to her nose. Embarrassment and familiar hardy determination shined in her red-rimmed eyes, all the more clear without her glasses as she stared at him. “I-I heard from Da Vinci a while back how mages could transfer mana through the… the exchange of fluids,” she stammered, shaking her head but still scooting closer to him, her fingers bumping his. “A-And said fluids could be anything from blood to saliva to…”  Robin could then do nothing but watch as Vy covered her reddening face with both hands, shaking her head vigorously as she bit out, “Sexual fluids, and, and I thought saliva would be the safer option!” 

…She went there. She really went there. 

“Little sparrow,” left Robin in a voice he briefly couldn’t recognize as his own, “you don’t have to do that. Assassin stitched me up and bedrest is already on my agenda.”

“B-But!” Vy peeked at him through the cracks in her fingers, her brown eyes pleading now. Ack. “You’re still hurt, Robin…!” 

“That doesn’t make it permanent, little sparrow,” he says, and goddammit, now he’s blushing too. “You don’t have to push yourself for me.”

“But it’s you!” Vy blurts out next, making any protests on his tongue crumble away once her hands fall to her lap and make fistfuls of her skirt. “I-I know, I know kissing without consent is considered sexual harassment, but it’s still you, you’re still hurt, and…” Vy shuts her eyes tight, enough for a stray tear to form in one corner (from her previous crying, no doubt) and slowly trickle down her red cheeks as he watches. “I don’t want to lose you, Big Robin. Even if I… I’ve never kissed someone ever, I’d rather kiss you if it meant not losing you. If it meant letting you live.” 

Now what could he possibly say to that? To his little sparrow, with her shaking shoulders and fidgeting hands, basically offering herself to him on a metaphorical silver platter?

Robin exhaled a breath he didn’t need, feeling sweat start to form on the back of his neck as he considered. Da Vinci, Arturia, Achilles, and some of the other Servants back home definitely would have his head in the end if things went wrong (and really, what could be more wrong than what was going on now?), but, at a time like this— 

“Okay,” he relented weakly. “Let’s do it.” 

“…Huh?”

“Hey.” Robin reached over to take one of Vy’s hands in his to squeeze, unable to hide the weak grin forming on his face as he met her eyes. “It’s not sexual harassment if I consent to it, right?”

“Um,” Vy blinks, her cheeks turning redder by the minute. “Yes? I-I mean, I think so?”

How did I fall in love with such a clumsy little sparrow like you? A traitorous part of him thinks. Outwardly, he chuckles, tugging on her hand so that she’s leaning into him now. Her hands are pressing against his chest as his other hand slowly cups her cheek. “Then let me take the lead this time,” leaves him in a huff of a breath, unable to hide the delight starting to bubble up in his throat at the sight of Vy’s eyes reflecting his image alone in time with her cheeks turning rosier with his slow closing of the distance. “You’re shaking too much, Vy.” 

“I-I’m sorry…” But Vy still leans into his palm, her cute pink lips parting some as her eyelashes fluttered at him. “I know I said what I said, but I-I really don’t have any experience with this…”

“Then close your eyes, little sparrow,” he whispers, his thumb rubbing at the corner of her eye where that one tear once was, wiping at it with all the care a ghost of a man like him could give. “I’ve got you.” An inch away from doing the deed, he finishes with a faint, “Stop me with a Command Seal if you ever feel uncomfortable.”

Vy still lets out a sound close to a whimper once his lips gently press against hers, but she doesn’t clam up like before. If anything, she tenses up just a bit, frozen as he moves his mouth against hers, but her hands aren’t pushing him away. To his surprise, they’re trembling against his chest, weakly clutching at some of his bandages and even the chain to his silver necklace around his neck for some kind of relief (or maybe to cling to him?) to match her timid demeanor. It’s a mild kiss, not nearly enough to exchange saliva like she probably intended to, especially considering it’s just a light press of mouths to begin with, but it’s soft and faintly sweet. In all honesty, Robin wanted the gesture to last for a single moment — not too long so that Vy could regain her composure, but when pulling back and looking at her red face, something inside him somehow snapped. 

So cute… 

A soft “Wah!” is then muffled between them as Robin leaned up to press his lips to Vy’s again, and this time, he swallows the noise in its entirety as he opens his mouth to trace her own with his tongue. She shivers even through the palm he has on her cheek, shyly opening her mouth after he rubs a coaxing line into her back with his other hand, and then her tongue carefully touches his. It’s just as shy when it comes to moving around, but Robin can’t help the smile he has going on mid-kiss because his taste buds finally get a taste of what he’s been dreaming about. 

Sweet. Just like maple syrup. Did Mata Hari make pancakes for Vy’s breakfast? 

Vy lets out another noise as he continues the kiss, something along the lines of a surprised “Ah!” this time. Her grip on his bandages and necklace weakens as she goes on to melt into his arms, the energy seemingly leaving her body as she leans into him. Her fingertips gently brush the skin along his collarbone a second later, making his heart jump when it didn’t need to, and so he can’t help the hand he has on her back moving to her waist to pull her down with him to the bed. Once his head hits the pillows behind him, he can feel her long brown hair tickle his cheeks as energy surged through his veins, the kiss barely stopping for breath because he finally got a taste and it’s not enough. 

My little sparrow… 

“B-Big Robin…” Vy squeaks (something along the lines of an embarrassed “Fwah—!”) once he pulls back and then his lips inevitably find hers again, interrupting her attempt at a sentence as the palm on her cheek moved, cupping the back of her head to keep her close for as long as he could savor it. Her weight doesn’t feel heavy against his abdomen as electricity tickles the back of his brain, his bandages for once not screaming at him as she leans against them, her chest pressing against his to the point he could feel how soft it was. Her tongue is pliant as he tugs at it with his own, the heat of her cheeks starting to warm his with the closeness as he tilted his head the other way. It’s not even a question of whether saliva is being exchanged anymore — every passing second has more mana running through his arteries and Vy is still kissing him back. 

It takes Vy letting out another whimper for a shred of Robin’s common sense to come back, but it doesn’t last long once he breaks the kiss (was it the third? Or the fourth?) to take in the shininess of her lips and the bright red rosiness of her cheeks. 

This little sparrow of mine… 

Robin doesn’t realize he’s hastily unbuttoning the collar of Vy’s Standard Chaldean uniform until Vy’s eyes are wide open and she’s squeaking again, but he doesn’t regret pushing her hair back and pressing his lips to the column of her exposed neck where he could feel her pulse, nipping there some with his teeth to encourage more noises out of her throat. A little “Nn” here, an embarrassed “Ah!” there. They made up such a unique little song, just for him. It all sounded so cute, so irresistible, he really couldn’t help it. Plus Sanson locked the door, so he could do that much.

Despite his True Name, Robin Hood was still a petty bowman who could fall to the charms of a lovely young lady. And the young lady in his arms, Vy — it was still his little sparrow. His and his alone. 

A small red mark lingers on Vy’s skin once Robin’s given her neck enough attention through so many trails of kisses, and looking up revealed Vy staring at him with wide and teary eyes past her curtain of brown hair. “Th… that wasn’t part of what Da Vinci told me,” she whispered, but the tiny smile and the little bit of embarrassed joy leaking through their bond reveals she’s not averse to it either. “But um… Robin?”

Robin grinned, moistening his lips with a swipe of his tongue. “Yeah?” 

“Uh.” Vy blushes, her hands still pressing against his bandaged chest and collarbone. “Could you… could you kiss me again? O-On the lips, I mean? You still look hurt…”

What an excuse. I can’t even feel the stitches anymore.

With a chuckle, Robin sat up on the bed to take Vy into his lap, retracting the hand he had on her head to rest it against her chin, his thumb unable to help itself from tracing her bottom lip. It was a little swollen compared to before, but it was still so soft and pink and cute. “Be careful with those words, little sparrow. You’ll be eaten up by the big bad wolf at this rate…” 

“N-Not if it’s you, Big Robin…” she insists, but she still closes her eyes and leans into his touch as he ducks his head to kiss her again. “I-I think I’d only want you anyways…” 

Well, damn. Robin already knew if Abby walked in, the scene he’d be making with his Ringmaster would probably look “unholy.” But at this point, with Vy shivering in his arms and being oh so receptive to a former bandit taking her first kiss and then some, he couldn’t find himself caring much. The atmosphere was growing hotter, the air was getting stickier, and Vy was tasting sweeter. 

And hey. Even a bowman like him could take some pleasure in tangling his fingers up in his little sparrow’s brown hair to pull her closer for more breath. More of her taste, more of her tongue, more of her lips when he never got such a delight out of them before. It honestly made him wonder why he didn’t kiss her sooner, because nothing in his time alive really compared to this. His old policy of “no strings attached” be damned — it weighed nothing compared to feeling his own Maid Marian melt against him, making noises only he could hear thanks to his actions. 

“R-Robin…” Vy’s hands tug at his necklace this time. “Th-The others might come in later if we’re not careful…”

With another press of his lips to hers, Robin shrugged. “That’s what my cloak is for, isn’t it?”

“M-Muuu…” Her tongue still weakly reaches out to intertwine with his once he dives back in. “D-Dork…” 

“Love you too.” 

“Muu—ah!” And oh, Robin liked the sound of that one. He should nip at her neck more often.

In yet another kiss, Robin absently decided to bandage up Vy’s neck later so that no one would ask questions. Those marks were his and his alone, and no one else had to know. That was that.

Knowing his little sparrow, she wouldn’t mind talking it out. Probably. 

#writing #short story #passing days #au thingie #robinvy #fate grand order #robin hood #mastersona vy #charles henri sanson #well this was thirsty #i'm still blushing when posting this #very long post #tw: kissing #there is so much longing and thirst in this GOD #how did I write this? #inspired by friends #and the salem manga #let it be said the salem mangaka draws Robin very handsomely and I blush every time #note that this doesn't happen in passing days' canon timeline #just a what if #unedited

[writer-and-artist27]

Or, for the author, after spending more than a month at a desk that isn't hers from cross-training going on only to find out her work counterpart - as in first workplace friend since leaving two bad lab jobs - who has been occupying author's desk is making so many mistakes in the meantime to the point of HR getting involved, as well as apparently not helping out enough and pushing stuff on author instead...

There was a lot of rage and venting to process. A LOT. Hence returning to Salem.

Content warning for graphic violence and emotional hurt. Because this was a doozy to write, even with how quickly it all came together.

Dedicated to @partialdignity, @teddog, and @langwrites, since all three heard about my "vent" chapter and encouraged me to get it out in a healthy manner.

AO3 link here. OST Playlist here, with all the new songs included.

Now to sleep off this rage because the trolley doesn't move without the author to get to work. And it's 10:43 pm when the author posts this.

#fanfiction update #passing days #writing #mastersona vy #abigail williams (fate) #robin hood (fate) #nezha (fate) #mash kyrielight #charles henri sanson (fate) #mata hari (fate) #achilles (fate) #arturia pendragon #link #links #circe (fate) #queen of sheba (fate) #implied robinvy #fate grand order #a lot went into this #and dark corners were re-explored #author is just tired #and sad about doubting friends #pseudo singularity salem

[writer-and-artist27]

Or after running to the trolley late from sweat thanks to trying to pull a specimen that didn't exist in the lab, @teddog encouraged writing things. This is thanks to you, Ted. :)

A chapter inspired by the few double-dates I've gone on, and the many many weekly dates I've had with my real life Robin.

AO3 link here. OST Playlist here, with all the new songs included.

Oh, and for those of you looking for the karaoke songs used in the chapter proper? Linked here too. (And all songs previously used in the OST Playlist.)

#fanfiction update #passing days #writing #mastersona vy #mata hari (fate) #robin hood (fate) #charles henri sanson (fate) #achilles (fate) #marie antoinette (fate) #marie antoinette (rider) #implied robinvy #other implied pairings #fate grand order #so much experience shoved in #and lots of self-reflection #but i tried and fluff went with it #link #links #or friends being there and trying to help each other

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[Image Description: A colored pencil split-screen drawing of a brunette bespectacled Master huffing for breath, six-pointed blue stars shining in her brown eyes despite her apparent exhaustion, while an orange-haired May King of an Archer reels back from implied shock and growing awe. Both figures are illuminated by a rough colored pencil outline of their respective colors, being pink and green respectively. At the top left corner of the drawing is the creation date, being "8/12/2023." End Description.]

If there's one story of @partialdignity's that I've been going back to lately since isolating from COVID, it's Swell of Affection that portrays the moment Master Vy had given Robin his first Grail. (Thank you again for writing it, Carim, I still love it a lot. Very very much so.) And since Oshi no Ko has been on the brain (no thanks to my buying up the English volumes of the manga and listening to the B-Komachi Song "Sign is B" pre-isolation), I wanted to draw one of the pivotal moments of that story, being when Vy tugged at Robin's sleeve and used her voice over her whiteboard just to tell him how much he meant to her.

It felt right using Oshi no Ko's stars to show what Robin saw (more so since I've made it writing canon Vy gets stars in her eyes when particularly emotional/determined since the LB6 arc at least), and for my first drawing in 3 months, I feel pretty alright with this. Had to stare at my copies of the Salem manga, a web-posted doujinshi, Robin's character sheets in both Wada Arco's recent artbook and FGO materials, and some Oshi no Ko fanart, but here we are.

My real life Robin told me how it took a few months for him to realize he was in love with me (which is embarrassing to look back on because past me had no idea), and since then, I wanted to show how things happened in-story at least.

Now to draw more when I get more confidence.

#art stuff #passing days #concept art #mastersona vy #robin hood (fate) #implied robinvy #yes i did use oshi no ko as inspiration #fate grand order #also the irony of master vy having blue stars is not lost on me #considering i started with tomo having blue eyes

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Because when the journey to Level 120 takes such a long time for a green May King of an Archer, the author wanted to reflect on the adventures in-between. While taking inspiration from 8 years of a relationship that's still ongoing.

Slight content warning for general spoilers to E Pluribus Unum/the America Singularity of Part 1 of FGO, and the SERAPH chapter of Part 1.5, by the way. With references sprinkled throughout to the SERAPH manga adaptation and Other Days stories of SERAPH mixed in. Also, Chaldea's Worst Employee of the Month making a significant cameo.

To @partialdignity, @withanina, and @teddog - thankie for reading the little beta versions I had of various scenes of this chapter. I wouldn't have finished so quickly if not for your enthusiasm. :>

To everyone else? Happy Holidays. Here's to hoping to another good year. And that Tunguska Sanctuary and everything after this wiill not be hard on my eyes because glasses prescriptions are ack.

AO3 link here. OST Playlist here, with the new songs all included.

#fanfiction update #passing days #writing #robin hood (fate) #mastersona vy #mash kyrielight #billy the kid (fate) #geronimo (fate) #tamamo cat (fate) #arnold beckman (fate) #bb (fate) #meltryllis (fate) #passionlip (fate) #emiya alter (fate) #link #links #or to celebrate level 120 #author writes 9k ish words in a week and a half tops #because emotional connections are real #implied robinvy #robinvy

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Or, with the recent Moonlight/Lostroom collab event in NA coinciding with Oshi No Ko’s anime adaptation starting this month (with the main idol character being voiced by Mash, as in best kouhai), the author had a lot of thoughts regarding idols and modern media through the entertainment industry as a whole. (So content warning for discussing entertainment industry skeletons in the chapter - specifically abuse, sexual assault, and the like.) While also revisiting old childhood/teenhood shows in Madoka Magica and Mermaid Melody. 

To @partialdignity and @lunarimpact - I hope you two like part 1 of your friendversary present. Thankie for staying with me for the past 2 years. I hope this next year is good for all of us. :> 

A shout-out to @hizentadahiro too, since I know them as one of the biggest Miss Crane fans and they read part of the beta chapter as I was writing it along the road to work on the trolley. 

FFN link here. OST playlist here, with the new songs all included.

#passing days #fanfiction update #writing #miss crane (fgo) #mastersona vy #marie antoinette (fate) #leonardo da vinci (caster) #implied robinvy #link #links #fate grand order #fate lostroom

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Because when FGO's first Pretender Servant decided to be nice to the author by arriving on NP2 in two multis, the author got to thinking.

And well, when the author's partner admitted to identifying with said Pretender Servant, had to explore that, right?

This chapter was inspired by said partner; the villain behind Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha The Movie 1st; Oshi no Ko; and real life experience the author has had in regards to how her Buddhist family addressed death.

Dedicated to @hizentadahiro and @partialdignity, because they helped me a lot with drafting this chapter (especially when I was stuck in COVID isolation for the second time of my life).

MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING for the ending sections (29-30, in fact) of Lostbelt 6: Avalon le Fae. With an additional content warning of explicit violence, cursing, and behavior that could be taken as hazing. Because when welcoming a traitor into the ranks of Chaldea, there's consequences.

AO3 link here. OST playlist here, with all the new songs included.

#fanfiction update #writing #passing days #oberon vortigern #mastersona vy #lostbelt 6 spoilers #morgan (fate) #robin hood (fate) #implied robinvy #mash kyrielight #castoria #arturia pendragon #scathach skadi #achilles (fate) #fate grand order #blanca (fate) #link #links

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Because Mata Hari deserves more love and the author has a slew of honorary older siblings and role models to take inspiration from when writing her. Also she’s been in my Chaldea since Week 1. Gotta do something to honor that.

Also wanted to explain the silver ring Robin’s been seen wearing in previous chapters and some background details regarding Day 59 with Sanson... And well, an informal Lunar New Year gift is the best way to make an Easter Egg shout-out towards a FGO JP exclusive Command Code at the moment of this publishing (as of Apr. 10, 2023, anyway).

Also, this was good to write after being called racial slurs two times in the span of two weeks when using the trolley. 

Content warning for mention of racial slurs. Just saying.

A shout-out to @teddog, because her Mata Hari stories and the Fate Fanfic Cafe discord server have been great inspiration. Also a shout out to @partialdignity, because their calling me “hun” and “honey” helped me with writing Mata Hari in general. 

FFN link here. The YouTube-curated OST Playlist is also linked here, with all the new songs included.

#passing days #fanfiction update #mata hari (fate) #mastersona vy #robin hood (fate) #leonardo da vinci (caster) #writing #fate grand order #implied robinvy #cw: mentioned racial slurs #link #links #the grailed servants (mentioned)

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Since Tumblr took out the Legacy Editor, gotta start with the FFN link first so that it doesn't keep inserting the AO3 link with "New Session" as a display. =.= Because yes, while I had to lock the AO3 version to authorized users only because of AI jerkassery, doesn't mean I want to drown out my chapter titles!

Otherwise, because of Lostbelt 6 dropping in FGO NA as of this month of June 2023, the author had to go back to Summer 3 (which still stands as the author's absolute favorite Summer event so far) for fluff and mental health reasons. And there's lots of pining (and no Lostbelt spoilers!). Much to Jeanne Alter's expense. Taking from the author's real life paddleboarding experience and the following AO3 stories: Tides of Longing, Phases of Progress, and Prepping for the End.

AO3 link here (with the need to have a login before reading). OST playlist also here, including all the new songs.

#passing days #fanfiction update #link #mastersona vy #robin hood (fate) #jeanne d'arc alter (berserker) #summer 3 #fate grand order #links #writing #implied robinvy #there's so much pining in this #fluff too