#dol crossover

[nopecho]

I'm not sorry, Jon.

[thelobotomyclinic]

//CW BLOOD

They would be such great friends (probably not)

[sshw4y]

🔞 Genshin x Degrees of Lewdity Crossover 🔞

so... me and my friend made some genshin x dol brainrot, and thus kazuha x ivory wraith aka wraithzuha was born.

heizou is a local detective, and he just got a new case of a missing Kaedehara Family heirloom from the ruins of Kaedehara Estate. at first, heizou went to the ruins just to investigate about the missing heirloom. but little did he know...

Something is haunting him from under the lake.

maybe i went way too hard on the second art, because I ACTUALLY HATE DRAWING TENTACLES AOWKWKWK

[joneswibu]

dolololol

[nullusreimorio]

Whats ur fav thing to do in dol???

Fucking tentacles and smoke with Whitney!!

But then if I want to dive deeper, I'd have a different answer for each save file

With Raven, I'm enjoying chilling with Great Hawk and gathering up materials to build more stuff for the Tower!

With Elios, stuff is boring, but now he's a wolf too, so I can just annoy Black Wolf <3 .. Oh and fucking centaurs. This bitch is a degenerate I tell you, I was screaming with my friends like "ELIOS. STEP AWAY FROM THE CENTAUR. LIVE HIM ALONE ELIOS"

Fun stuff

With Astra the main focus right now is getting Kylar's parents to like her ^^

Vide... Vide has been a journey ngl, whenever I can I try to send her to the Asylum just to see how far I can push things, and she's now a star at the Brothel too! Little moo moo girly can't have a break ^^

[writer-and-artist27]

Tumblr Story: Two Robins

Note: For @dollya-robinprotector. Because the writing urge hit and I wanted to send you something to destress. Also inspired by this comic you made on your other blog.

An informal sequel to “Reformed Bully,” basically. Because when life throws lemons, I make lemonade out of them. While listening to the song titled, My First Friend. 

Stories for friends work like that. :)

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“Another world through a magic door, huh…?” 

Vy couldn’t help but sit up in her place at the guest couch and slowly open her eyes at the sound of Robin’s voice. Even if he wasn’t her Robin, Lya’s Robin looked contemplative while taking off his apron in the now-cleaned kitchen, wiping some peanut butter off his hands with a napkin with a quiet hum. “Considering you were able to find a cookie recipe this easy to make,” he said with a soft laugh, “I probably shouldn’t be surprised at magic doors considering my sweetie’s habit of getting involved with a lot of people.”

“And…” Vy internally cursed herself for her low social battery, forcing her voice out as much as she could for Robin to notice, “who says… that habit is… a bad thing when… she still has… you, Robin?”

The brunette man turned to look at her with wide green eyes, the freckles on his face twitching before he smiles. “…That’s true,” he said in a softer voice, hanging his apron up on a nearby rack before opening the refrigerator and pulling out a water bottle. “But if you’re tired, Vy, you can use the couch to rest. You’re the guest here and you didn’t have to play with the kids.” The smile on his face widens to a grin once he walks over to place the water bottle in Vy’s ungloved hands, sitting down next to her soon after. “Though as one of their dads, I’m really grateful for your help.”

“Whitney looked… tired, y’know?” Her grip is shaky on the bottle cap once Vy twists at it to open the beverage, lifting the whole bottle carefully to drink the cold water inside for some energy. “Baking… cookies for the kids… is something I can do… considering they were curious… and I started it… by giving him some…” And sure, Chaldea didn’t have toddlers in its large roster of Servants (baby Caren notwithstanding — she was a unique case) — but her experience with kids thankfully wasn’t null and void. Plus their reactions to the “magic” of the three-ingredient peanut butter cookies were so so cute. Even recapping the water bottle in her hands after drinking half felt like an effort worth doing as she said, “So I… I wanted to help… besides…”

Robin leans forward to rest his chin against his palms, peering into her face with a curious expression. “Besides…?”

“It’s what…” Vy smiled, doing her best to ignore the urge to cough from how weak her voice felt in her throat. “It’s what… my Robin… would’ve done.”

Robin’s green eyes widened again — reminding Vy of Chaldea, of her Robin — before his brows furrowed against his forehead. “…You said that before,” he said in a quieter voice, one of his hands leaving his face in favor of reaching out towards her. Not nearly enough to touch, but close enough to the point of nearly patting her hair. “What is your Robin like, Vy? You said you saw some of him in Whit, which led you to us.”

How to respond… Vy turned her head to look at her lap, fidgeting with a hem of her skirt from the Chaldean Decisive Battle uniform. Her pockets still had some markers and her whiteboard, so—

“Vy…?” Lya’s Robin paused, a hand hovering close to hers once she put the half-full water bottle to the side and subsequently pulled out her writing set, carefully trying to uncap the nearest marker — pink this time, it seemed — to start scribbling a response.

“Energy… low…” Vy said hastily to fill in the silence, shaking her head. “Gonna have to… write to you… Robin… so excuse me.”

Past the shade of her low ponytail, it thankfully didn’t hide the understanding look that dawned on Robin’s face, his newest smile sympathetic towards her as he nodded. “You’re excused.” 

“Th-Thankie…” With one grateful gulp of air, Vy wrote as quickly yet as neatly as she could, the words coming naturally to the forefront of her mind. My Robin is my hero.

Turning the board over to let Lya’s Robin read the words had his green eyes widen yet again. “Your hero…?”

Forcing energy into her next nod, Vy turned her whiteboard back to write more. I grew up with him, she “said,” doing her best to school the incoming blush on her face with a tiny cough. Whenever I was sad, whenever I needed to get away, he was there. In his green cape, whistling a tune, and hiding one eye away with his hair. Just by being himself and staying with me.

Vy wasn’t surprised to hear Robin chuckle at the word “hair” on her board once she turned the words toward him. “If your Robin has one eye hidden by his hair, I can understand why you reached out to Whit, then.” 

They’re similar in some ways, Whitney and my Robin. Behavior, looks, and voice, aye. Pasts are definitely different. Vy could tell even when having known Whitney for only half of a day. They both were rough around the edges, self-proclaimed “cowards,” easy to cover up their insecurities with lies, but— In the end, Robin inspires me. He makes me feel safe. He helps me keep going. That's why he’s “Big Robin” to me. 

“…Does he now?” Lya’s Robin says softly, glancing at the whiteboard before looking at Vy with a sad look to his green eyes. “Is that what a hero is to you, Vy? Someone who can be big and protect you?”

Not even the fatigue stopped Vy from hearing the longing in Robin’s voice, the lingering regret lacing his words, and she immediately turned her whiteboard back to herself to scribble a response.

I didn’t look up to my Robin just because he was big and protected me. Sure, he’s taller than me, and yes, he’s protected me, but he did more than that. Some of her “o”s looked loopy to her tired eye, but she still pointed them to Lya’s Robin for the man to read, tapping the underlined “more” with a face. Being a hero for someone can just be as simple as making sure there’s a home to come back to. A safe place to tuck away and be fine in someone’s arms. And if you’re worrying about that with Lya and your kids, Robin, I think you don’t have to. 

“...Huh?” The brunette blinks at her response, and Vy smiles, lowering her whiteboard to the lap of her skirt. She knew if she spoke up, she might not be able to do the same for the rest of the day, but—

“You’re… like my Robin too…” Vy eventually croaked, keeping as much cheer as she could once Lya’s Robin gaped at her. Her hands felt a bit like lead had been injected into them, but it didn’t matter. “You both… worry about… doing enough… for the people you love… and I wanna say… you’re okay.”

“Vy…” Robin whispered, his green eyes betraying his experiences and concerns. Living as an orphan, trying to make ends meet under cruel circumstances, hoping Lya could be happy… A soft choking noise made his voice wobble once he said with shimmering wetness characteristic of tears in his eyes, “You really think so?”

Vy knew that her Robin could and would make that exact same face (especially when she pushed herself too hard). It was why she smiled at Lya’s Robin, raising one shaky gloved hand to pat his frozen outstretched one. 

“I… know so. Because… because my Big Robin… taught me small kindnesses… like baking and hugging and helping… matter. So Robin… I think you’re plenty big… for Lya, Whitney, Alex… and your kids too.” A note of longing came out to grace the air between them, a cursory glance at the living room around them confirming to Vy that she was almost envious. “Having a farm like this… being able to safely have a family… not a lot of people can say the same. So… give yourself more credit. You can… be ‘big’ in your own way too. Cooking… and games… and being you.”

Especially when I know how hard it is to fight for the home you want. When the home I want is still out of reach.

It was why Vy decided not to mention the plight of Humanity back in her world, what with the Foreign God and all of her fucking bullshit, in favor of grabbing a wad of tissues from her other skirt pocket to offer to the man sitting next to her. The tears in Robin’s eyes only grew in size against his lashes, but he was smiling once he took the tissues to wipe at his face. “Th-Thank you,” he choked out after a moment, a few droplets falling to the couch cushions between them as he laughed. “I-I didn’t know I needed to hear that before I heard it.”

Vy smiled, vaguely making out a silhouette of pink starting to emerge from the hallway behind Robin before nodding her head. “Aye. That can… definitely happen… and if you can’t believe it… why don’t you ask your sweetie?”

As if on cue, flowers seem to burst open in the air. “Of course, my gentle songbird!” Lya announces her sudden entrance with a tight hug to Robin from behind, falling to her knees and winding her arms around her husband’s neck enough to make the man squeak. “Vy has the right idea!”

“L-Lya…” Robin sniffles, but he looks happier once she’s in the picture, enough for relief to spread throughout Vy’s chest as she slowly scooted a foot or so away to give the happy couple some space. “I… I really am doing enough for you?”

“Of course you are! You’re my Robin!” Lya pouts when resting her chin atop Robin’s brown hair, shaking her head. “I love you more than anything, sweetie!”

“Sweetie…”

Vy closed her eyes to the sight, already feeling a little awkward if not for the lingering fatigue still in her systems, and thus debated stepping out. It didn’t feel right to say anything with Lya already reassuring her hubby better with lots of hugs and kisses beyond her closed eyelids, so…

“Muu…?”

Her back and legs suddenly weren’t on the couch anymore. Vy slowly blinked, feeling mana carry her up into the air and barely hearing Robin’s surprised “whoa” along the way. Her half-full water bottle, whiteboard and assorted markers were floating up with her, highlighted by — by purple runes? It would certainly explain why the floating was very much gentle, but if runes were here—

The corner of her blurry vision past her glasses let her see a single glimpse of violet and green before toned, muscular arms wrapped themselves around the backs of her shoulders and the undersides of her knees, holding her in a princess carry. “I look away for five minutes,” said a familiar voice above her head, “and then I find you’re pushing yourself again, little sparrow. Past another magical door too.”

“All in… good intentions, Big Robin…!” Vy still didn’t stop her Robin from holding her close enough for their foreheads to touch, a weak giggle leaving her lips once the tip of his nose rubs hers. Mint tickled the insides of her nostrils as she said, “Didn’t use… any mana… and was… able to bake… magic peanut butter cookies…!” 

“Which, little one,” Skadi interrupted with a soft clapping of her hands to dispel her wand into a flash of light (just so that Lya and her hubby wouldn’t notice, maybe?), chuckling while plucking the floating bottle and whiteboard materials out of the air to keep close to her chest for safekeeping. The smile on her delicate features looked wry and exasperated to oddly match the fond sparkle in her red eyes as she went on with, “you could have done that after taking your daily nap. I may be the last goddess of my original world, but what is it with your luck in finding other worlds without fail?”

Vy glanced up at her Robin — Robin Hood, the May King, her Big Robin — and smiled once he gave her a raised eyebrow. “I just… do?”

Robin sighed and bumped his nose with hers again. “…You worry me too much.” 

“I’m… sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for that, little sparrow. Just wander off with me next time.”

A quiet Ahem is what breaks Vy out of the growing warmth and surrounding mana — out of seeing two of her Grailed come through the same door that brought her to Whitney — and turning her head reveals Lya, her Robin, and a faraway Whitney all staring at her with wide eyes. Of course Robin Hood and Scathach-Skadi would stare back.

No one said anything for a good second. The toddlers could’ve woken up, Alex could’ve walked in, and yet no one would speak. That was the kind of stare-off it was.

“…Well,” Lya’s Robin starts first after the sound of a singular water droplet falling echoes from the sink, glancing at Chaldea’s Robin before awkwardly scratching at some of the freckles dotting his nose. “If this green-clothed man is your Big Robin, Vy, I can see why you love him so much. He is tall and has hair that makes me think of Whit.”

“He’s supposed to look like me?” Whitney said in clear disbelief from his place standing a few feet away in the hallway, his crumpled T-shirt and wrinkled sweats making it look like he just helped Alex in putting the toddlers to bed for their daily nap. “He’s green and… glowing.” 

“Excuse me for glowing,” Robin Hood bit out past Vy’s head, and Vy did her best to raise a shaky hand to his chest to pat sympathetically. “Being magical makes me sparkly. Not like a vampire, thank god.” 

“And I’m the goddess, yet can recognize the Twilight joke. Those books were not the best in regards to late-night reading.” Skadi chuckles again, and Vy glances at her just in time to catch the softer look that brushes her features as she bows her head towards the farm denizens still standing in front of them. “Excuse us for the late introductions. My name is Skadi, and the man carrying Vy next to me is our Robin. We just came through the nearest door together to take Vy home.”

“So she does have a home,” Lya muttered, enough to make both Robins and Whitney stare at her. “Was the ‘magic’ in the peanut butter cookies real, then?”

“Who knows?” Robin shrugs, but Vy knows he’s relaxing once he bounces her a little in his arms, just to adjust his grip and let her rest her head against his shoulder. The No Face May King was soft in feel against her ear, enough to be a borderline pillow and nearly make her forget him saying, “Vy — our little sparrow, has a habit of making magic. Still gotta take her back to recharge, though. So thanks for holding onto her until we could show up.” 

Whitney scoffs under his breath, muttering something that Vy can’t hear, but she can see the brunette Robin lightly elbow him just past the No Face May King’s shadow as Chaldea’s Robin turns on his heel to face the door that started this little journey. Compared to its visage from her room, the magical entrance wasn’t glowing as much as before, the silver handle appearing muted to contrast the bright green grass outside and the glowing of the Grailed beside her. But—

Skadi barely gets a chance to say her name before Vy reaches out towards the nearest thing she could reach — that being Robin’s mantle collar, to tug at and eventually gesture back towards the farm denizens. “Let me…” she croaks, “say bye?”

Robin stares at her. Vy stares back. It’s not even that long, but she tries, and after a few seconds, Robin sighs, turning on his heel one more time. “Just this once,” she hears him murmur softly. Skadi opens the door behind him once he does, but it doesn’t matter.

Even with her blurring vision, Vy can still make out the primary colors of Lya’s pink hair, of her Robin’s green eyes, and Whitney’s black tattoos. And with the rest of her strength, Vy raises one shaky gloved hand to wave at them. 

“Bye bye… thankie for the conversations… Whitney… Robin… if the kids ask… I’ll be back… with more cookies for them… and Lya… and Alex…! Soon soon…!” 

Chaldea’s Robin scoffs softly above her head, but he still carefully walks her back into Novum Chaldea through the doorway Skadi kept open for them. And once the door closes behind them and darkness starts to overtake her vision in favor of sleep, Vy can do nothing but lean against her Robin and wonder if Lya’s Robin and Whitney ever waved back.

It was a nice dream to ponder about if they did.

[dolyx]

(not updated with anything dol-related stuff but hm i think that despite being one of the characters that seem to be averse from impregnating/getting impregnated by pc to maintain their professionalism, harper would be one of the most guilt-trippy to pc as a parent. something something, harper manipulating them, if not putting pc under hypnosis to do things they (harper) want as "gratitude" for making harper carry their child/making harper feel somewhat obligated to taking care of them. i think the difference between f!harper and m!harper is who is going to be responsible for who. f!harper guilt-tripping pc into having them take care of her, of going along with her whims as she had to carry pc's child for months, m!harper having an excuse to be much more overbearing; it's his right to take care of pc now, after all. the weekly checkups will be mandatory. if you don't show up, you can expect harper to be waiting for you in the school clinic, or perhaps near the orphanage or at danube street, where he can coax you into letting him touch you under the guise of him checking to see if there's anything wrong with you. guilt tripping you into doing what she wants or forcing you to his treatments, i think, regardless of sex, they'd still be in control lol. that's just how it is, i think. unless ofc it turns out they like to be stripped of control. now, won't that be delicious.)

[dms-saggicorn]

Omg I effing love them

Question: How much dignity do I have left after I felt for the Swap! Bully Robin of the devil - @just-dol-headshots and HOW DID I DO THIS??

Welp, there go my final thread of sanity!!

Behold! The self-indulgent sona I made to jump down the rabbit hole a.k.a the Swap AU 😭😭😭 Please don't look at me I'm in shame lsksndixokj anw I'm thinking too should they be the childhood-friends-that-grew-apart type or the bully-who-felt-in-love-with-weirdo type? Hard to choose tbh and we need to consider their relationship with other characters on this AU too

You know what? No, it's not me who drew this, it was JDOLH holding a gun against my head and threatened me to 😭😭😭 I'm the victim!!🌸

[soulessiris]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. ++ 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

((To be changed..))

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. +𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

"𝑯-𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐.."

"𝑰'𝒎 𝑰𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 Soul!"

"𝑰𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏. 𝑱𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓. 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.. 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆?"

"𝑰'𝒎 2800 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝟏𝟗. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝟐6 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏.. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 - 𝑯𝒖𝒉? 𝑵𝒐 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖! 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.. >:("

"𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚.. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑰'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕." +𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆

𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆?

'𝒀𝒆��' 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅.

'𝑵𝒐' 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚.

(If you wish to send an ask directed to Iris or iris and soul, please say so)

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More info under the cut

NSFW is fine just don't get me banned.

This is my crossover fanchild oc. From both fandoms Obey me! And Degrees of lewdity.

DoL is a NSFW game, meaning there will be some NSFW on this blog. If you wish not to see that or dark content please block the tag #Iristalker.

Iris is based on Mammon (obm) , Kylar (DoL) and Sol (tkatb).

There will be role play content here to.

Soul is his normal self, Still a masochistic, Insane stalker but more calm.

Iris is the more manic and protective self, He uses it when his control is low and his lust is high. Sometimes he gets imbalanced and seperates. An exorcism should do the trick. But Iris would die, leaving Soul emotionless and only filled of mist since Iris is his Emotions, Blood, Insides and Brain.

Also he's a stoner. And a junkie

[shuuen-no-cimory]

Also of course, it ain't me if I don't crossover my current hyperfixation with my ultimate current hyperfixation. So... Degrees of Lewdity x ProjectMoon! (This post is full of me yapping as I explain each drawing, so I guess, be ready?)

First, I'll go hard with Whitney as R Corp. 4th Rabbit Team. The initial idea was that he reminds me so much of RHeath LMAO But eventually I love the idea because I think he'd go along with Myo well. Plus... Somehow imagining Whitney in Rabbit Team Hatchery shenanigans seems... Interesting.

Next is Eden. If anyone notice, I originally designed him based of 2 Abnos: Der Freischutz and Big Bird. Der Frei was, of course, a nod to his title as a Hunter, and a marksman as well. For Big Bird... Yeah definitely there's the Big Bird in DoL, yet I think temperance-wise, Eden does felt similar to Big Bird. A creature living in a forest, thinking they protect others by doing the action that definitely doesn't seems to be out of protection. As for RRH, oh think about this: Being hunted down while getting marked. One by a hunter, and another by a wolf. Oh isn't it just reminds me of something...? Right

Funny enough, before I designed the school LIs properly, I reimagined them as The City's feathers. "If they're living in the City and has to work with one Wing, which one they'll work on?" I've talked about R. Corp Whitney earlier so I'll talk about the others! Robin, L Corp. - I can imagine him with the pressing needs to survive under the weight of Bailey's rent ends up either being sent or signed himself up as an agent for L Corp. The Wing doesn't ask that much requirement as per Hokmah's story while the agent supposed to have a great pay (being a wing and all). Hence, I think he might work for L Corp. Sydney, K Corp. - The idea was that after graduating, Sydney might follow Sirris path in science. Being the obedient child she is (as we sees on the game before they get corrupted), she probably choose to do what Sirris might do hence her as K Corp. researcher. Oh anyway, truly this is just a fyi that doesn't seems to be related to anything, I reimagined Harper as Dongrang in this scenario, with the whole Teary-Thing problem exist. Oh, lucky enough for Sydney to help producing K Ampule that definitely just as seen in the canon Limbus story. Just saying. Kylar, W Corp. - This one actually a rather fun idea. This is set with the idea that Kylar work as the Clean Up Member, with parents that's definitely unaware with how their child work but nevertheless proud with him. They'd even use WARP Train solely to be sent off by Kylar each time, much to Kylar silent dismay. If only they know what Kylar has to clean up among the 6 seconds they went into the train... Read one of the reblog tag and yeah. It has to do with Love Town. And pretty much how Kylar had to regularly assemble his parents again and again each trip they made.

LCB! SYDNEY LET'S GOOOO!!!! This idea came as I made my LCB-esque ID Card for Sydney. The idea of LCB Sydney's background was that it's pretty much what happened in the game, but make it The City-esque and seen from Sydney's eyes. It's fun imagining her as a Dieci Fixer who was caught in a complicated issue which she rather dip out from as she hasn't fully grow the backbone to face it yet. Oh right, in this AU I reimagined Ivory as Abnormality and both Sydney and Kylar got their EGO. Sydney got their Longing Phase EGO (HE, Gloom) while Kylar got the Haunting Phase EGO (WAW, Wrath). I actually had a draft of how the EGO works and its gimmick but let's talk it later on lol

When Yield My Flesh event is up on Limbus, my head doing the funny by thinking, "Damn... Jun Wren sounds cool..." then I remember Tingtang exist like jfgdjfgbjd HE FITS BETTER AS TINGTANG WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT IT ON A SIDE NOTE, I also had the thought on how Bailey MIGHT kills it as either a Kurokumo or a Middle. After all, Middle never forget... Just like how Bailey never forget your rent LOL

And last but not least: Sydney and Robin as L Corp. Agent! Robin will be a high Temperance agent which work for Safety Team, while Sydney is the high Fortitude, high Prudence Disciplinary Team Captain. Oh, if you do notice: I made Sydney's cross looks like Penitence EGO Weapon. It's actually based of this idea of how One Sin and WhiteNight's dynamic thematically fits Sydney the Faithful and Sydney the Fallen. The name of both Abnos' EGO Set-- "Penitence" and "Paradise Lost" respectively, both fits the image of each Sydneys. Hence, I draw them in both EGO Sets!

[silly-dol-crossovers]

DoL x ProjectMoon-verse

Truly the first thing to my mind will ALWAYS be a PJMoon crossover.

Starting with the LIs:

Robin: This absolute loser(affectionate) is a member of the Rats. Orphans with nothing and no one but each other, traveling in packs and trying to survive. Fits great. I could also see Devyat or Dieci further down the line, but Robin is very girl/boyfail to me, to the point I almost hesitate to give them a proper job.

Whitney: Fits really well as a member of the Stray Dogs syndicate. This is partially influenced by Dollya's Whitney design having tattoos, and I can also see them as a member of The Middle. I could realistically believe them as a little sibling of The Middle, eventually moving up with time and of course, incredible violence. If I'm being favorable to their character, I would believe in Liu Association Whitney. Him and Liu Rodya would be such a lovely found family duo. There's also the possibility of R-corp 4th pack Rhino or Reindeer. (Though I'm not exactly as well-versed in their character, as I tend to avoid them. Whitney fans please feel free to share your thoughts about their character!)

Eden: An outskirts hunter. Obviously they don't have the noun-name thing going like Domino, but otherwise, a lot of the other traits align surprisingly well. An outsider to the populated city, someone well-versed in the monsters that plague their home, protective of the people under their care. I can also see Eden as a Great Lake whaler for similar reasons.

Kylar: Ring student or Shi association. For the Ring, I cannot explain it. It is ONLY vibes. Probably pointillism. Shi association however is based on that stalking-following situation, obviously. They're in a very low section because this motherfucker cannot hide their vibes for SHIT, but they can tail a target very well. There's a world where Kylar got taken in by Nagel Und Hammer and follows Kromer. Might even become Kromer herself tbh.

Avery: Someone like Diaz, or even just replacing Diaz entirely.

Black Wolf: ??? Outskirts beast or Abnormality. Sorry babe.

Great Hawk: See above.

Alex: Man. Hard being a farmer out here. Based on the very limited information we have about The City's agriculture, I must only place this boy as a member of Salpippyeo Agroindustries, or S. Corp. Based on Canto 4 information, there's a field and at least one cow out there!

Sydney: Oh boy my darling Sydney. There's a LOT of roles Sydney could fill in the City. Dieci association, The Index, and The Head were some of my first thoughts. Dieci association: Centered around the accumulation of knowledge, Dieci is also connected to a lot of priest imagery, which makes it a surface layer fit with the temple. You also have the Keys and the Fists, which sort of parallel having two weapon options as a member of the temple. Sydney gives me Key vibes, and keeps sacrificing their knowledge of the sciences to use it. The Index: The Index executes the Will of The City, and presumably the temple executes the will of Virgo. Sydney would be an Index messenger, coincidentally sharing some story beats with the only other messenger we know of at this point in time- Yan. I can imagine corrupt!Sydney as 얀샋ㄷ요무 very easily, coming to the conclusion that nothing they've done has ever been of their own free will and succumbing to Carmen. The Head: In charge of managing the rules and regulations of the City, it's like a less charming version of being a library assistant. Could be brought down to the scale of just being a Taboo hunter.

[nopecho]

Thinking about a DoL x Heathers Musical crossover

Ughhhhh

[fluentmoviequoter]

Lost Sons of Nightmares

Part 2 of Lost Sons

Fandoms: Vicious by V.E. Schwab & Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (w/ references to Shadow and Bone)

Summary: After Victor and Kaz make a deal, Sydney dreams of a wolf with a strange demand. Though Mitch is losing faith in Victor, both the crows and the people closest to Sydney decide to trust her.

Warnings: spoilers for all listed book series bc it takes place after!! Inej is the smart one, discussion/depiction of abandonment, trust issues

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

A/N: I finally returned to this! I'm working on the next part which might be the last, but I'm not sure yet. I hope you enjoy!

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Victor reached for another jar of ink as he flipped through a leather-bound book. Soft footsteps echoed every few seconds, and the curtains fluttered in the night breeze blowing off the harbor.

“Is she sleeping?” Victor asked.

“Yeah,” Mitch answered flatly. “Restlessly, but yes.”

“I did what I had to do, Mitch.”

Mitch scoffed, walking to another shelf to survey the ornaments sitting atop it.

“You didn’t have to follow me.”

“I didn’t want to, Victor,” Mitch spat.

Victor set the book on the wooden desk, covering a deep cut poorly hidden by dark stain. He glanced at the closed bedroom door, where Sydney was asleep.

“Where’s Dol?” Victor inquired.

“With Dom. Waiting for her to come back I would guess. Is this what you were going for all along? Rip another group of people apart in pursuit of your own revenge?”

“Don’t, Mitch.”

“It’s a little late for that, Vic. I’m on the other side of the world – in a place I didn’t even know existed. Save your warnings, make another stupid plan, get yourself killed, I don’t care anymore. But do not hurt her in the process.”

“I was trying to keep her safe,” Victor defends.

“Lot of good that did. You were her safety, and you left her. When this goes south, and we both know it will, you are on your own. I’m not letting her put her life on the line or sell her soul for you this time.”

“I never asked her to help!”

Mitch nodded, pressing his tongue against his cheek. “But you never told her not to.”

Before Victor could consider defending his actions or try to explain that, at first, he thought he was doing what was best for everyone, Sydney screamed. She’d had nightmares before, but this was different. Mitch and Victor locked eyes as the sound echoed, forgetting their argument as they burst into the bedroom. Mitch walked to one side of the bed as Victor knelt at the other, seeking a source of pain within Sydney.

“Syd,” Mitch urged. “Wake up!”

Sydney jerked to the side, a sheen of sweat across her forehead reflecting the pale glow of light entering through the window. Her scream silenced, but as she thrashed, Victor heard something or, more likely, someone, land on the roof. He stood, turning his back to Sydney as he reached out, picturing the dial in his mind as his worry for Sydney threatened his focus.

“It’s me,” Nina whispered, stepping into the open bedroom door. “And the Wraith.”

Inej slipped in the window behind Mitch and muttered an apology when he jumped. Victor turned back to Sydney just before she woke. Sydney sat up, panting for air, and stared at Victor’s chest. As if she could see through his thin coat, she looked directly at the scars surrounding his heart.

“Are you trying to get yourselves caught?” Kaz asked, stomping with his cane as he stopped beside Nina. When he saw Sydney, he looked to Inej. “Is she alright?”

“Are you?” Inej asked Sydney.

“There… there was a wolf. A big black one with white teeth,” Sydney murmured.

Nina looked at Matthias, who stiffened at the description. Kaz didn’t look away from Sydney, watching for any sign that she was lying. Her panicked breaths seemed genuine, and when she clutched the sheets in her hand, he nodded once to reassure her.

“The wolf had a- a shape in his fur. It was black, but a different kind of black than his fur. More like a shadow, I guess.”

Inej inhaled sharply as Mitch took Sydney’s hand.

“He spoke to me,” Sydney whispered.

“What did he say?” Matthias inquired.

“To get out of the Barrel, run, and never look back.”

“It’s good advice,” Matthias said, looking at Victor. “Maybe you should take it.”

“We are fighting a war, Matthias,” Nina reminded him. “It won’t end because of a nightmare.”

“That wasn't a nightmare,” Inej argued.

“Who would try to scare you away from acting against the merchant council?” Victor asked, taking a measured step toward Kaz.

“There’s a long list,” Kaz replied.

“Few who can invade dreams,” Jesper added from the corner. “Fewer who’d issue that kind of warning.”

“There’s more to it,” Inej tried again.

“If someone hired a Grisha, they’d have to know what we were planning,” Kaz mused. “How would that have come about?”

“Maybe someone in the club told them about Victor,” Wylan offered.

“No one saw me,” Victor assured him.

“You can’t be sure of that,” Jesper argued.

“I was sitting at the table right beside you.”

Jesper pinched his brows, then shook his head. “That’s good,” he mused, smiling. “Teach me?”

“Not unless you’re willing to die by electrocution.”

“I’ll pass,” Jesper decided, stepping back.

“We’re asking the wrong questions!” Inej interrupted, finally drawing attention.

“And what would the right one be?” Kaz asked, leaning heavily against his cane.

Victor stopped by the window and felt the harbor breeze, cool and wet. Assuming it worsened the pain in Dirtyhands’ leg, he turned the dial in his mind, then watched Mitch and Sydney’s joined hands.

“Why tell her?” Inej asked, gesturing toward Sydney.

“She’s young,” Kaz offered. “Gullible, a weak spot.”

“Hey,” Sydney murmured.

“It’s sound advice,” Matthias said. “No matter who gave it or why.”

“If there is someone in her dreams,” Victor began, “in her mind, I want to know who it was. You think it’s related to the merchant council, and I will do more than steal their kruge and rip away their power.”

“When does the sun rise?” Sydney asked suddenly.

Mitch moved his other hand over their joined hands as Wylan answered.

“Why do you ask?” Inej asked kindly.

“Because the shape in the wolf’s fur was a sun. A sun made of shadows.”

Victor looked at Kaz, who shook his head. There wasn’t a clear answer as far as either of them were concerned.

“Sydney,” Inej said, lowering onto the bed. She pulled a blade from her coat, and Victor spread his fingers toward her. Inej flipped the blade, showing Sydney the small, carved handle as she asked, “Did it look like this?”

“Yeah, just like that, but it was moving,” Sydney answered, sitting up straighter. “Do you know what it means?”

“To leave while you’re still alive,” Matthias grumbled.

“I can’t be certain,” Inej began, facing the rest of the crows. “But it seems that the Sun Summoner may have returned in Sydney’s dream.”

“Sankta Alina?” Nina questioned. “How?”

“Your dead saint?” Victor interrupted. “I understand that you have science that looks like magic, but ghosts aren’t real.”

“You would know,” Mitch murmured.

“Do you have a better idea?” Kaz challenged, standing firmly on both legs.

“EON experiments on EOs. If one of them has the ability to manipulate dreams, they wouldn’t hesitate to do so,” Victor explained.

“Why Sydney?” Inej asked.

“To get to Victor,” Mitch answered.

Victor didn’t argue as he dropped his eyes from Mitch’s disappointed and angry glare to Sydney. She was holding Inej’s hand now, but her brows were pinched as if she was thinking.

“The wolves don’t speak,” Kaz said, glancing over his shoulder at Matthias.

“Not like that,” he agreed. “They communicate, but you have to know how to read them.”

“And a dream is ill-fit to destroy a language barrier.”

“Sankta Alina?” Sydney whispered.

“The Sun Summoner,” Inej replied. “She destroyed the Fold and freed us from the Black Heretic.”

“They sell her fingers in the street.”

Inej smiled. “People are desperate for power, and anything that helps them feel more confident quenches that thirst.”

“Victor,” Sydney called.

Victor turned and knelt, causing his coat to flare out behind him, and laid his hand on the bed beside Sydney.

“You left,” she reminds him. “And I didn’t know what to do. When we got here, I thought we’d be too late, too far behind you again.”

“I’m s-“

“I touched one of the bones,” Sydney interrupts. “Mitch said they were fake, but the idea of having the power of someone who gave life rather than bringing back some twisted version of it… I didn’t mean to.”

Victor looked up at Mitch, who insisted, “They’re fake.”

“They are,” Inej agreed. “No one knows exactly what happened to Alina after the Fold was destroyed, other than her body was burned. Anything that was left was probably collected, but it isn’t sold in the Barrel.”

“Whatever you brought with you, find a way to control it,” Kaz rasped.

“We didn’t bring anything into Kerch,” Victor replied, standing. “Your Sun Summoner isn’t dead.”

“She was burned,” Nina argued. “I know people who were there, they watched her and the Darkling go up in flames, stayed until the bitter end.”

“They may have burned someone, but you said it yourself, there are people here who can change appearances.”

“Why would she pretend to die?” Jesper asked.

“She was a saint, there was no shame or reason to hide the good she did,” Wylan added.

“Because being a god is not all it’s made out to be,” Victor said. “She… if she had the powers you claim she had, she was no more than an experiment, someone capable of the unnatural. Was she burdened or was she the burden?”

“She is a saint!” Inej insists, standing. “What she did was honorable, noble, and we would not be here today if not for her.”

“You would be somewhere.” Victor turned to Sydney, watching how she rubbed her fingers together. “Can you find it?”

“Find what?” Nina wondered.

“I can try,” Sydney offered, nodding.

She stood, walked to the window, and closed her eyes, swaying gently in the breeze. Victor moved to stand behind her, a stoic guardian who had once betrayed her. He could never make up for what he had done, never apologize or make it better, but he could keep her safe again.

“There’s a field,” Sydney mumbled. “In Ravka. East Ravka. Ker-Ker-something.”

“Keramzin,” Inej whispers.

“There are children, and a man and a woman.”

Sydney stumbled back as she opened her eyes, and Victor extended a hand to catch her. She stood quickly, and he withdrew his touch, turning in one fluid movement as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

“As a saint, Alina had no connection to Keramzin,” Nina said.

“But we have no idea about her connections as a person,” Wylan added. “It sounds like she had a family.”

“How much faith do you hold in the girl?” Kaz whispered to Victor.

Sydney returned to Mitch’s side, observing Victor. He watched her as he answered, “All that I have left.”

“Inej,” Kaz called. “Do we act or leave the barrel as the wolf instructed?”

Inej ran her fingertips along her blade, bearing Sankta Alina’s mark. Looking out the window and into the dark of the Barrel, she answered, “The deal’s the deal.”

“Meaning?” Mitch asked.

“We made a deal,” Kaz explains. “We move forward. Should this Summoner reappear, we will consider obeying her demands.”

“The merchant council?” Victor asked.

“Convenes in the evening three days from now for a weekly meeting.”

“And EON?”

“Whispers, shadows, nothing I can trace. They’re not close.”

“Are they in Merit?” Sydney interjected.

“No,” Kaz answered. “They were, but they moved months ago.”

“They may be following Victor,” Mitch suggested.

“Then we’ll be ready to meet them,” Kaz guaranteed.

“You shouldn’t bring them into the Barrel,” Victor said.

The crows silenced, looking between Victor and Mitch.

“They’re worth protecting?” Mitch challenged.

“Yes. That’s why I would leave them if the danger got too close. Just as I’d leave you with them.”

“You’re running. Again.”

“Maybe. But you are still alive. The same cannot be said for the people I stayed with.”

“What are you saying, Victor?” Mitch asked.

“I’m telling you that I stand by what I did. If it hurt you, there’s nothing I can do to change that, but I wouldn’t change my actions.”

Mitch sighed, then nodded. Part of him hoped that Victor would realize he could do both: save the people he cared about without hurting them, but his bad luck had taught him that the scars left by losing those closest to you run deep. Victor’s scars weren’t just deep; they were painful, and it was the kind of pain that he couldn’t take away. Not that he would if he could, Mitch thought, because that pain informed his decisions.

“If you’re ready to strike against the merchant council, so are we,” Victor offered.

“The deal was-“

“The deal was to do both,” Victor interrupted.

“My office, tomorrow night,” Kaz invited. “We’ll lay the plans.”

Victor nodded once, and the crows seemed to disappear from the room. As Victor left Mitch and Sydney, he was unsurprised to see Kaz waiting for him at the desk. He flipped a page in the old book, his brows raising at Victor’s edits.

“You found something?” Victor asked.

“I found everything,” Kaz answered. His smile should have scared Victor, but he recognized the look, the deathly sharp edges, and the bloodthirsty eyes. Vengeance was within reach, and Victor would be victorious, gaining everything and losing nothing. “There’s an EO…”

[catofadifferentcolor]

An Incomplete List of Lord of the Rings AU Fic Ideas

All Those Frustrating Fools: In which Legolas and Gimli are surrounded by Middle Earth's most oblivious idiots

Everything (Between Us): In which Legolas and Gimli secretly wed before the quest

First Age Legolas: Born as Doriath falls, Legolas is one of the oldest elves left in Middle Earth - a child of war, and grief, and loss

Half-Elven Legolas: Born Eluréd Diorion, war and truama-induced amnesia lead to his adoption by Thranduil during the First Age

Half-Maia Legolas: Born of Thranduil's relationship with a handmaid of Oromë, the only two people in Middle Earth who know the identity of Legolas' mother are Thranduil and Legolas himself

Of Aerandír and his Coming to Arda: PJO/LotR crossover, in which Percy’s presence in Middle-Earth changes everything and nothing

Princess of Dol Amroth SI: In which a Modern Woman in Middle-Earth changes almost nothing - but still makes a difference to her nephews

Second Age Legolas: Born as Númenor sank beneath the waves, Legolas serves as his father's regent during the War of the Last Alliance - a child of suffering and survival

Third Age Legolas: Born after the fall of Erebor, Legolas is one of the youngest elves alive, coming of age during the quest

More Terrible Fic Ideas

[grezydragonlady]

My friend and I were discussing a Pokemon crossover with DoL and we both agreed Sydney needs a Jigglypuff.

[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.