#DoL: Homestead AU

[dollya-robinprotector]

Dad Whitney being Dad...

...but still being Whitney too

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

i want to breed lya.

[dollya-robinprotector]

And that, my friends, is how the traumatized Whitney acts if he ever got his ass dragged out of UB by PC in Homestead AU

I fucking love this

[writer-and-artist27]

Tumblr Story: Reformed Bully

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.

[dollya-robinprotector]

Do u think if Kylar was more healthier they would've just look like a sorta doppelganger of PC becauz of his parent's genetics

No chance, at least in my preference. I imagine they should carry all the other parent's genes LOL.

By the way, this reminds me of Kylar on my Homestead AU. He is healthier when Syd and Lya come to visit. Syd stays in town with him to monitor his health issues too. Mf makes people worry.

LOL

[dollya-robinprotector]

"Bailey might be convinced to let Robin live at the Farm"

WHOEVER ASKED THAT QUESTION I THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU.

I was planning different thing for Homestead AU, though lol.

[dollya-robinprotector]

Which among your pc has a HUGE kink for breeding?and does lyah ever think impregnating female robin??

Lya, but only later in the Homestead AU, when she has 3 partners and a safe place to actually raise her children. Not just "breeding", she's full-on pregnancy and I plan to let her be constantly with a big belly. I mean Alex has 12 siblings, I see no trouble in the farm gang expanding their territory to breed Lya and raising even more children than that...

Kariya doesn't really care as long as she feels good. Nyan doesn't care either. Lyah... well he's still patiently waiting.

As for the later part it's already mentioned before: ((1)) ((2)) ((3))

[dollya-robinprotector]

Oh, right! Remember I said Lya was carrying Robin's twins?

And if they're two girls, Aria is getting a twin sister, if they're twin boys they're gonna be added to the kids' squad at the Farm? Well, here they are! The Homestead AU gets an update with the twins' arrival!

Allow me to introduce: Aria and Sonata!!

More information and images under the cut!

They're identical, so I don't make anything different for Sonata from Aria, I just updated the already-there Aria's design. Though if you look at them long enough surely you'll see some differences.

Aria and Sonata, besides their obvious meanings in English, also have their respective meanings in Japanese Kanji.

Aria - 照愛 with 照 (Teru) means to Shine, to Illuminate and 愛 (Ai) means Love, Affection, to love and to cherish.

Sonata - 空遥 with 空 (Sora) means the Sky, Aether and 遥 (Haruka) means Faraway, Distant.

Their name combined into a Symphony, as well as something like "A vast blue sky illuminated by your love"

Muahahahaha these are genius I'm such a name-meaning nerd ( I research my ass off for these names despite the fact I don't know a single Kanji thank you Google-san)

Their personalities also match their name, as I expected. Aria is the more "quiet and thoughtful" one. While Sonata is clearly a more "cheerful and active" one. While Aria had some up-and-down moods, Sonata stays gleeful.

First interaction and Aria is already catching a song.

Due to the inheritance Harpy transforms through their mother, they're both musically gifted and have Sharp Eyes. I've mentioned before that Aria can sing well, now, for Sonata, she probably can sing too but would choose to play instrument instead. They're big sisters among the kids, and Sonata would blend in very well since she's just like Aria. and they're inseparable.

"Okay guys, the bad guys are here tonight as well. So we should behave and sleep by ourselves. Maa and Dad and Pat will be busy."

"At least Paa will stay with us. Ya, that's right Nora~"

"I'm scared... Will Ma and Dad and Pat be okay?"

"They will Zan, they surely will."

[dollya-robinprotector]

also did you know that kylar actually bathes every day? he just gets greasy rlly fast, i think that's what really brings home the sopping wet pathetic cat look lmao

Really now? It's like rat is actually a very clean animal!

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

Gulugulu rarely express her points of view out in the open like this, but you can be damn sure we shared this one opinion about Sydney.

The whole point of my Sydney Nyphm comic was about this, too. Remember ONE thing: PC never own Sydney anything. Was it him who delulu and fully threw himself into the abyss out of his own curiosity and repressed sexual desire, or PC somehow showed him the way, that's depend on your view.

But no one, especially PC, could have foreseen Sydney actions in the Prayer Room, and even after that. If he became more insatiable or violent after that, that's his own choice, NOT PC's choice.

Even us players can not foresee his choice

Bonus our yesterday's conversation

Y'all ever thought about how Sydney change from being this innocent sweet church boy who don't even know what sex is, to an insatiable sex-crazed maniac who also constantly reminds you that you did this (whatever this is, depends on you) and pretty much gaslights that you have it coming to you.

The first time i played the game and corrupted him, I was flabbergasted by his sudden change in behaviors, although the player, us, is fully aware of our choices, the PC however, might not (again, depends).

The reasons why I find myself liking Sydney corrupted version isn't even about his constant craving for carnal pleasure and his openness about sexuality, but more like, I adore how even called "Corrupted", Sydney is very much still have conscience and a sense of rightessness in him, even showing worries for Whitney or Robin if they haven't show up at school. Pure!Sydney also have this, but the difference is, if Pure!Sydney is just gonna give you a pat on the back and tell you to hang on, Corrupted!Sydney will physically want to seek out the person who harmed you.

It's just make the whole Prayer room scene even more traumatic for PC, who would have thought Sydney, who is even no longer an innocent boy still normally very calm and level-headed, would physically beat you into submission if you don't let him have his way.

It's just... kinda felt like betrayal ya know? How he always tells you that you made him who he is, like he have every rights to do this, to have this like you OWNED him, a price to pay for the things you did (doesn't matter intentionally or not) to him. After all, he loved you, yes, but also I feel like living in a town like that have twisted his mindset and how he perceive if someone should take responsibility for his own sexual awakening, consented or not. It's just, really another level of fucked up when you think about it, but also expected since it's been clear you can never really have a completely normal and healthy relationship with any of the LIs in this game lmao

[dollya-robinprotector]

"Not sleepy anymore?"

"...I can't sleep like this."

"Nah you seem like you prefer this."

"Wake up guys that's enough napping, time for dinner!"

[dollya-robinprotector]

Wait so in the Homestead AU you said Sydney is going to "walk on Jordan's path" hence the loose long blond hair iirc. So does that mean he didn't get corrupted by Lya in that AU?

I assume you mean if he was corrupted he can't fit for Jordan's role anymore? Like what the Bishop told PC when they met for the first time if PC had corrupted Sydney if I remember it right?

The answer is that Syd is still corrupted. When I was building that AU advanced Temple content wasn't dropped, so I just thought he could take on something like a chastity vow and work with it. Lya said she really liked his strawberry blond hair, so he didn't dye it. He did ditch the glasses though, cuz contact lenses were more convenient.

Also, I really want him to work something out with Kylar, so their bond can be reconnected and he doesn't need the black hair thing to remember their friendship anymore. I made them stay in town for reasons.

[dollya-robinprotector]

Did Whit get those tattoos to cover up his scars from the UB?

He actually had them since his school days. They are symbolized collar (his dom stat icon) and shackles.

I intended to give him more smaller tattoos scatter all over his body but, well, I kept forget to draw them and which at where : D So let's just give him the bigger ones and call it a day.

[dollya-robinprotector]

The kids went to the Temple to visit Uncle Sydney, so their parents could have fun at the Farm: POIPIKU HERE

The password is the number of petals on Lya's flower hairpin

Let's just say it's happy-holes-wreak-day. Lya should need a good long rest after this. Warning: double- tripple penetrate, three on one.

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

lya hips... 🤤🤤🤤

I call it "child-bearing hip"

[dollya-robinprotector]

Egg time for cottagewhore!

"You heard it mom, now pick up your pen~" "But I've already been drawing non stop for weeks---"