#ask hyolf

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

I just found your blog, and I gotta say…..An icon

Oh wow. Thank you!

[creations-of-a-certain-no-one]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌💖

Ahhh, thank you! I saw it, got happy and then forgot to reply 😅

[creations-of-a-certain-no-one]

...am I afraid to reblog it? Yeah but still doing it lol

A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

[asexual-demons]

AHHHH! AN ACE BLOG! Thank you!

It’s no problem! I started this blog because a few friends of mine plus myself are Arospec and Acespec

I hope you enjoy the content, and again to everyone sorry life is a little hectic so the stories are slow going

[mammon-chan]

I have a challenge for you. Find at least 3 Scorpio traits in Simeon! xD

oh shit oh fuck

1. He’s intimidating af and all scorps are

2. He’s ~mysterious~

3. He holds past things against people (aka calling lucifer ‘Lucy’ and talking a little bit abt the past (which makes Lucy flustered mb? can’t remember I’m dying))

[jennacat84]

Congrats! x3 x3 "Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together" with Luka/Edgar/MC? Or just Edgar. Or Kyle. Kyle would be nice too.

@the-marvellous-hyolf You gave me an opportunity to write for one of my favorite trios, like I wasn’t going to take that. Kyle makes a special appearance as well. No spice, but suggestive language.

Ikerev

Luka/Edgar/MC

Words 1012

You gave me an opportunity to write for my OT3, like I’m not going to take that? I changed the prompt a little to make it fit the trio.

Alice sat waiting at the booth in the corner of the bustling pub. She had her second cocktail sitting in front of her. She kept glancing at the clock, then the door, then the clock again. Where were they? Luka hadn’t had that much left to when she left. And Edgar was always punctual, especially on the nights that the three of them met for drinks. She jumped a bit when the door opened, but her budding smile fell as she saw it was only Kyle. 

He swung by the bar and grabbed his first pint of the night and made a bee line for her table.

“Hello, Kyle.” Her smile was half hearted at best.

“Now there’s a dissapointing welcome if I’ve ever seen one.” Kyle grabbed a chair from a nearby table and swung it around so he sat backwards on it at the end of Alice’s table. “Guessing it wasn’t my smiling face you were hoping to see.”

“Sorry, Kyle. It’s not that I’m not happy to see you, just…”

“Just you’re waiting for Edgar.” Kyle took another deep swig of his ale. 

“Yeah, and Luka. They’re both late tonight.” Alice sighed. “Do you know what’s keeping Edgar?”

Kyle looked thoughtful for a moment, took another drink, and sighed. “Probably Jonah. He found out that Edgar’s been seeing Luka regularly and stopped him at the gates with the third degree and enough gifts to fill a moderately sized carriage.”

“Ah hahahahaha” Alice politely covered her mouth with one hand. “That does sound like Jonah.”

“Say, Alice. I gotta ask you. Are you going to make it official with either of them any time soon? Or just keep leading both Jacks on?”

“What? I’m not leading anyone on.”  Alice looked genuinely surprised at the question.

“Really?” Kyle finished his pint “Because in that case you’ve got most of the officers in both armies fooled about it. Everyone is convinced that you’re in love with one of them, and it’s clear that they’re both infatuated with you.” With those words Kyle stood, replaced the chair and made his way back to the bar for a refill. Alice watched his retreating back. 

The door opened again, this time allowing the entrance of the two men she had been waiting for, as well as Oliver and Blanc. Edgar and Luka looked around briefly before spotting her in the corner and making their way to her as quickly as the crowd would allow. Blanc and Oliver made their way to Kyle at the bar. But Alice had eyes only for the two men approaching her.

“I am so sorry I’m late.” Luka apologized as he sat down. “Fenrir and Seth started up with their arm wrestling again, and I know that sounds like an excuse, but you know how things snowball with the two of them.”

“I’m sorry too.” Edgar sat on her other side and took her hand. “The Queen of Hearts caught me as I was leaving.”

Alice laughed as Luka growled. “I know why you’re late, Edgar.” She pointed at the bar. “Kyle and I had a chat while we were waiting.”

Both Jacks looked at each other, then Alice.

“Why don’t I like the sound of that ‘chat’?” Luka sounded worried.

“I don’t like it either.” Edgar intoned.

“Oh, it’s not that bad.” Alice waved them off. “But if I read between the lines of what he said correctly, apparently all our friends have a bet going on which of you I’ll wind up with.” The two men wore matching looks of disbelief, while Alice laughed. “I wonder, who wins when they find out?”

Edgar and Luka joined in on the laughter then. “Oh, that is rich. I wonder how long we can keep them guessing?” Edgar wonder between chuckles.

“I imagine quite a while.” Luka thought out loud. “It’s not like we’re all that obvious when we’re out.”

“Pretty sure Kyle has money on you Luka. He was pushing me to make a choice and not ‘leading them both on’” Alice was really laughing now.

“That traitor, betting against me.” Edgar feigned affront. “Probably part of why someone delayed me tonight.”

“That means either Seth or Fenrir, or both of them  are betting on you Ed.” Luka pointed out.

“True, nice to know I have support somewhere.”

“Well, I for one am tempted to go over to Kyle and kiss the both of you just to put the whole thing to rest.” Alice was still laughing.

“Oh, don’t do that.” Edgar said deadpan. “Just think of all the fun we can have keeping them guessing.”

“It could be fun,” Luka mused.

“It could also make someone else think they have a chance.” It was Alice’s turn to point out. Neither Edgar nor Luka liked that idea, it was written all over their faces.

“Let’s at least keep it going a little longer” Edgar pleaded. “I’m having far too much fun messing with Jonah’s head.”

“If that’s the reason I’ll support it. Hope it drives him to early retirement.” Luka said as he stood up. “I’ll go get our drinks Ed. Same room as last time?”

“Of course, it’s the only one with a bed big enough for all of us.” Alice winked at Luka as he walked away, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“You are such a tease, Alice.” Edgar squeezed her thigh under the table.

“You are far worse than I, Edgar. I like to make him blush, you like to make us both beg.”

“And you both love that I do.” This he whispered into her ear. “Let’s drink quickly and then get upstairs. It’s been far too long since we’ve all had time together.”

[therabidjackalope]

Nightmares And Dreamscapes

The sleeper moaned softly and twitched in sleep. Eyes rolled restlessly beneath closed lids as if to escape their darkened champers. From tangled lashes, a single tear slipped free. Haunted by visions, the restless dreamer slowly reached out a hand, as if seeking rescue. Lips quivering, a single word escaped into the world, but faded quickly, as if too timid to break the silence.

“Awa.”

The sleeper frowned deeply, drowning worries of the future in sorrows of the past. The clang of metal and shouts of battle protected ears from an oppressive silence. Words came like waves on the sea, approaching swiftly before tumbling over and washing away. Colors flashed as spells were cast, but the dreamer was trapped in glue and could not affect the scene as it played out, just as it did every time eyes were closed. Faintly, a voice that crackled like dry parchment begged the still night for one single favor.

“Save them.”

The sleeper's mouth opened in a silent scream, but no sound could escape. Muscles tense with a need for action, they could only twitch and thrash as the nightmare took hold, wrapping a tired mind in tendrils of guilt and fear. Fingers clenched and flexed, desperately trying to claw free of the dream without success. A denial was sent out into the night, but the message was lost in a passing breeze.

“No.”

The sleeper's body made no movement to betray the pain within. A mask of serenity glossed an agony too deep to feel. Tired and broken, the dreamer sent one wish into the darkness, with no hope of it being granted.

“Peace.”

The sleeping druid sighed softly. More tears escaped her tightly shut lids, leaving slimy trails down her muzzle as they fled. Her legs twitched in the waking world as she walked in the dream. She wore helplessness like a cloak against the cold, wrapping it tightly around herself, but still she shivered from the chill.

Once more a milk calf, the druid was surrounded by flames and destruction. Smoke clogged her lungs and stung her eyes. Flames singed her fur. All around her was chaos, but she saw none of it. “Awa.” She said softly, the single word a pleading, a command and a question all at once. “Sun.” She said again, but the sun stubbornly refused to rise. As did the still form lying a few feet away.

The jruu tossed restlessly in the grip of sleep. In his dream, he was surrounded by the chaos of war. Fires ringed him and the clang of steel striking steel sang out like a melody. Blood soaked the ground around his feet and bodies of friend and foe alike lay strewn about the blood-soaked soil. He tried to call out, but his voice choked in his throat. He tried to run, but the sucking mud held fast to his feet.

And suddenly he heard a familiar voice thrown into the air behind him. “Give no quarter, men! The savages must die!” Familiar words from so long ago tore at his soul with jagged teeth. He turned to see a man rushing toward him, sword drawn and shield held high. A robed figure ran at his side. He knew them both, and knew that there was nothing he could do to stop what was about to happen next.

The druid thrashed in her sleep, her black fur seeming to melt into the shadows of the night until they seemed to become one in the same. Her cries and protests fell on deaf ears, failing to free her from the prison of her own mind. Woven into a tapestry of pain, she could not pause long enough to see that it was her own hand doing the weaving.

Claws raked flesh made of shadows while teeth tore into fleeing illusions, but no matter how hard she fought, she never seemed to make any progress. Still her prize was pulled further and further away while she struggled to keep from falling too far behind. Fear and rage fueled her strength, but the enemy fed from the same pool, and she was helpless against herself.

Taiyra toddled closer to the fallen figure, her tiny body growing bigger with each step. “Sun?” She asked even as she grew into herself, her stride lengthening and yet somehow never quite managing to reach her destination.

“Mother?” She finally cried, crashing to her knees beside the forever stilled form. “Mother? Can you stand?” But she received no answer to her inquiry. “Please get up.” She reached out to touch the figure, but suddenly her arms felt too short, and no matter how hard she tried, the doe's body remained just out of her reach. “AWA!” She screamed the word once more, wielding it like a magic word meant to bring back the dead. But it was not her mother's voice that finally answered her.

“So, dere be survivahs hea afterall.”

Taiyra turned, and she was a milk calf again. Sitting astride a large beast sat an agwa, his hair red as flame and skin blue as if with chill. He watched her with golden eyes soft with sympathy. She knew this jruu, the one that saved her from every nightmare. Her savior. Her guardian. She tried to speak, to ask him his name, but all that came out was “Awa?”

“She be gone, littah one. Come wit me, now. Come, littah moarnah. I take you some place safe, yah?” He reached out his arms, somehow able to reach her without ever dismounting, and the doe went with him willingly. In his strong arms she found safety. Curled up against his chest, she found solitude.

The dreamer stilled, and then smiled.

Tesio could only watch helplessly as the two men approached, the warrior protecting the robed figure whose spells gave safety and health. One after another, orks, agwa and elves fell to his blade. All who came against him were slain.

The dead began to pile up around him, trampled under foot as the two men advanced. Book open, the robed figure chanted endless with one hand upraised. The warrior had a soft golden glow about him, magical protection making him arrogant.

Arrows and spears were like teeth of some giant predator, but they broke harmlessly against his magical shell. Swords flashed like lightening, but his crashed like thunder. Axes bounced off his great shield and bodies crumbled under his great strength. “Honor will be ours this day!” He cried out, his words a banner of glory.

But unseen behind him a single arrow flew. Striking the wizard in the back, his golden magic faded with no words to feed upon. “Fredrick!” the man turned to his injured companion, failing to deflect the blade that pierced his armor. He spun to strike down the ork that had wielded it, his own blood painting the creature's face as it fell, but more swords were waiting behind that one.

The jruu could only look on helplessly as the two men were savaged and finally left to die of their wounds. As the wizard slowly reached out to his companion, his whispered words echoed up through memory to ring loudly in the jruu's ears. “You...” Fredrick groaned. “You can still... save us all.... Tesio.”

The human tried to reply, but his breath bubbled out through the leaking holes in his chest and no words would come forth. The jruu's own chest constricted in sympathetic pain.

Fredrick clung tightly to his book and muttered a soft chant, his hand glowing a moment before transferring to the dying man beside him. With the warrior's last breath, the glow leapt from his body to that of a nearby corpse.

The agwa gasped for breath as he came to life. Fredrick smiled and then fell still. The newly woken agwa sat up slowly, confused, then looked around himself. Upon spotting the bodies of the two men, he rose swiftly to his feet and rushed over to pull Fredrick into his arms. “No!” He cried. “Don't you dare die on me!” But it was too late, for the wizard's life fed the thirsty ground.

“You can't die on me.” Both agwa said together, their voices echoing to each other. The agwa looked up, pleading, imploringly, into his own face. “Save them.” They echoed together.

Matna snarled in rage as she fought her enemy of shadow, but no matter how much ground she gained, she continued to lose so much more.

Far from her grasp, her family watched from a small puddle of light in the darkness. She struggled to reach them, but every step she took closer only seemed to send them two steps further away. The shadows clung to her like tar, tentacles of darkness wrapping around her limbs and blocking her path. Savagely, she tore at the darkness, her foes fleeing before her rage, but still more rose to take their place.

A dark wall of guilt and doubt continued to separate her from those she loved and she couldn't figure out how to break through. She could only watch helplessly as they faded further and further away, while her need to protect them only grew stronger. She couldn't let them out of her sight or she would lose them forever, but she couldn't free herself from the grip of her own selfish needs.

“No!” She roared out as her family finally faded from her sight. “Don't leave me! Please!”

Nadirah stood before an old ork in her dream. He glared at her with only one eye, a hyolf claw held around his neck by a thin cord of leather. “You were weak.” He growled the accusation.

“I was weak.” The doe agreed calmly.

“You were defeated.” The words were spat at her feet.

“I was defeated.” Nadirah echoed in further agreement.

The ork scowled at her, his face a mask of disdain. “There was no honor in your death.”

“But I fought well.” She argued weakly, her head falling until her chin rested against her chest.

“With all of your strength?” The ork asked.

“With everything.” She whispered.

“Then why are you not at rest?” The ork demanded. “Those who do not die with honor may never rest.”

“I was... for a time.” Nadirah sighed the words. “But then it was taken from me. And now I'll never find it.”

“Find what?” The ork demanded. “Your lost honor?” His lip curled in a sneer of disgust.

Nadirah's head rose slowly, her features slack in defeat. “Peace.”

The dwarf finished tying up his trousers as he wandered back into the camp. He nodded brief acknowledgment to the the dapple grey kentaur who stood guard over the sleeping forms before returning to his sleeping roll.

Only moments after he closed his eyes, his loud rumbling snore filled the air, his dreams filled with feasting and wine. After all, what else was there to dream about?

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

I had a lot of fun with Arcade Spirits! Would def love to hear more about it from you if you're up for talking :)

ohhh! Someone played this game too! 🎉🦖🎉

I'll definitely be happy to talk about it! I generally went through the main plot a few times already so probably spoilers won't hurt me anymore 😁 I'm definitely going to complete all character endings at some point too, but if I'm correct, they're more like modifiers than a plot branch.

Though skipping the the option to join the villain. Not doing that ever.

[tarralin]

Thank you @alloveroliver-ash

❤Answer some questions, then tag some people you want to get to know!

1. Nickname: not many, Tarra is my real name. My best friend calls me Ferret. In high school, I was Spazz. My Twitter (that I never really use aside from a retweet here or there) is TarraSpazz

2. Zodiac sign: Aries (March 24th)

3. Height: 162cm (5’4)

4. Most recent drink:  Water

5. Last thing I googled: LoZ: BOTW help guides

6. Favourite video game character: Seymour Guado (ffx) still reigns supreme

7. Last creative post for tumblr was?: Fanfic (unless a meme counts?)

8. Other blogs: made a spicy blog (@spicytarralin) for NSFW content and reblogs, like, 3 days before the announcement of the purge lmao. I do use it but it's harder to view depending on your account settings

9. Do I get asks: Sometimes

10. Following: 800

11. Favorite Memory: Jayce's first word. Daniel was leaving for work, kissing goodbye, and Jayce grinned ‘bye bye’ while waving his hand

12. Amount of sleep:  average

13. Lucky number: 17

14. What am I wearing: t-shirt, jeans

15. Dream job: Author,

16. Dream trip: Alaskan cruise, Ireland, Egypt

17. Favourite food: pizza, chocolate, spinach

18. Play any instruments: no, took beginners percussion my JR year of HS and can still do basic warm ups but that's all. (I was in Marching Band in the guard section)

19. Languages: English, learning sign

20. A song from current writing playlist: babes… I have an external hard drive for my music. FOB, P!ATD, Zayde Wolf, and Shawn Mendes are current flavors

21. Random fact:  along with cats, I love bats. They're flying sky puppies and I love them.

Tagging: @alonelyvagabond @fenrirgodspeed @lowkeysalt @pastel-hideout @jennacat84 @yeshasays @the-marvellous-hyolf

Getting to know you tag!

I was tagged by @galysh ~ thank you :)

Since my brain tends to hurt trying to name my favourite of basic pop culture things (especially songs, movies, actors, and musicians), I have decided to replace all questions of that kind with my own questions.  Here goes!

♥ Answer some questions, then tag some people you want to get to know!

1. Nickname: Imp, Oni-chan, Chi-chan 2. Zodiac sign: Scorpio (Ides of November) 3. Height: 157 cm 4. Most recent drink:  Sleepytime tea (chamomile/mint mostly) 5. Last thing I googled: Fairy Tail images for Erza & Lucy (screencaps) 6. Favourite video game character: Saitou Hajime (Hakuouki)  7. Last creative post for tumblr was?: Fanfic (or maybe transparent chibis?) 8. Other blogs: No (other than the saichifest blog); keep thinking about it 9. Do I get asks: Sometimes 10. Following: ~ 300 (really need to go through inactives, hmm) 12. Amount of sleep:  insufficient (insomnia isn’t nearly as fun as it looks in games and on tv folks - it’s really, really bad for your health)  13. Lucky number: I like 7, but I think that’s just habit by now  14. What am I wearing: t-shirt style nightie (bc it’s bedtime, but I would totally support PJs for daily wear, just saying)  15. Dream job: Author, V/N editor, game proofreader 16. Dream trip: castles & old libraries 17. Favourite food: pizza and chocolate are way up there, but I like lots of different food - I dislike lentils, though (too bad, since they’re super healthy)  18. Play any instruments: piano (but my sight reading is horrible now); I can sing moderately well - does that count? 19. Languages: English (first); French (good); Spanish, German, Italian (all sort of - and I’m forgetting Italian quickly, it’s annoying)  20. A song from current writing playlist: Soldier by Samantha Jade (because of an AMV) 21. Random fact:  I really like blue, and always have my keyboard backlit in blue, but apparently that’s not good for my sleep cycle.  It seems unfair that my favourite colour contributes to my insomnia.

Question 11 is missing?  Okay, how about: A favourite memory:  telling my high-school D&D group that either the sexist jerk went (at least as DM) or I did, and having it settled immediately in my favour without protest (except from the offender ofc)

Tags:  @ieyasukenshinsandwich @nalufever @nospringonions @yum-chan @thebluestmage @hakuyamazakisensei @flower-dragon @resshiiram @k-chan95 @chiire @petri808 @alloveroliver @ikemenprincessnaga @kouei116 @soujthings  @noaisnoaisnoa [only if you feel like it!]

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

@redhatmeg I barely watch anything recently, but who knows, but I'll keep the ask in my askbox in case I'll manage to watch it!

I wouldn't say I'm an world class expert tho 😅

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

you, aroace 🤝 me, a lesbian

playing dating sims while not holding romantic feelings towards any of the characters

🤝

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

Hi! I notice that you’ve played Lost Alice (the shall we date game) in the past! (I was going through the tag)

I wanted to get into the game but I was wondering if there were any characters you recommend I play the route of, before I play a different character’s route?

Thank you for the ask! 😁

There are so many arcs and characters that it's difficult to say what to start with, especially since I had a huge hiatus after I think the Spinner of Tales and haven't played anything after that.

Since there aren't any new releases, you might as well just start from the beginning and play chronologically! That's what I'm going to do with the routes I haven't played (or have played but forgot), at least. The early routes seem more mystery and plot driven than the newest I played, the romance is more... difficult? in a way, considering why it's important there to keep Alice from recovering her memory. Later routes I've read removed most of this conflict of interests and placed the conflict elsewhere.

You can see the order in Album - Solmare was adding them in order of release and at least the early releases were grouped into vague arcs of three routes.

I personally liked Sidd, Chronus and Owen, so basically the whole 2nd arc 😁

As you probably guessed from going through the tag I absolutely do not recommend the Spinner of Tales 😆 but as well for the simple reason that he's the antagonist and villain of all previous routes, so reading him might affect your impression of those routes.

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

Do you think that devs preparing us to angst in anime by giving us that angsty cards? Like maybe there is a chance that we will see some backstory (sad?) of brothers and other characters?

Thank you for the ask! 😁 I'm not really up to date with the other stuff like songs or anything, so I might not have a clear idea what's going on around those, but I bet the anime is going to be rather comedic. Unless it's about the backstory and I'd prefer that rather than the premise teased on April Fools, tbh. But not getting my hopes too high.

The new Devilgram isn't an angsty story on its own, it's mostly what's mentioned there in the middle of an absolutely sweet scene.

Diavolo's Devilgrams are full of casual remarks from him that just make it painfully obvious how lonely he is and how this loneliness is pushed onto him due to his status. It hits you unexpectedly because the talk is chill and nice and then he drops the bomb and then moves to another topic like it's the most everyday thing in the world 😅

Still, it's very different from the angst of Levi's Christmas Devilgram - that one was overflowing with intense angst and it's the best Devilgram in the game imo.

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

hi i just wanted to clarify psychologist and psychiatrists may be different professions but to be a psychiatrist you first have to study the same thing like a psychologist plus medicine (so you can give out medicine etc which a psychologist can’t) i hope i was able to explain it to you!

No wonder it made no sense to me then if there are such big differences! Here psychiatry is merely a specialisation of medicine. So you first go for medicine and get official status of an M.D., then you specialise in psychiatry while already working as a doctor...

From the specialisation programme I checked, the studies seem to cover more of neurology and have only the basics of the fact that psychology exists, mostly from the perspective of what other specialist might be useful.

Meanwhile, psychology is an entirely different major handled by a different faculty, mostly considered on the border of social sciences and philosophy, with only small overlap but some silent conflict instead.

Also psychiatrists often despise psychology here 😆 and don't know shit about it, obviously.

But it's actually very important information, that gives a whole new perspective when you know there's no universal approach... I had no clue!

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

Hi! How about 💜🖤🤍 for the Lovestruck ask game?

...do I see ace colours 😁

💜what would your first CG with your MC look like?

it'd be probably something silly! Or cheesy. Or both. Or maybe like a Snow White talking to animals in a completely and jarringly unfitting setting.

🖤 if you as an LI could have any magic / supernatural/ very cool skill what would it be?

something like a rat catcher from Hamelin maybe. I have mice, and that's my main identity 😂 so like Xenia and her spiders, but me and my mice. I'd have lots of intelligence everywhere, I'd be only bad at using it 😂

🤍 what would your storyline be? Would it be as an LI in an existing route or a whole new one?

I bet it'd be a spin-off route, like when there's a secondary character at first but then gets a route! (or doesn't 😅)

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

Good lord, I just wanna say I love love love all of your works and HC you write for the Aro/Ace communities so well and i love all of your work!!!! >////////< <3

aaaaa! that's so sweet, thank you! 💖💕💛💫🦖🤩

now I'm motivated to write moar! 😤

edit: saw your request! The askbox is open for headcanon suggestions, so I'll reply with the finished headcanon! 😁