#🗡~ 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 // 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

[oakthcrn]

🥝 - If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go? (Adding if you could travel to any fictional world, where would you go?)

MUNDAY MEME // Accepting // @redsuitsycu

I'd love to go to Ireland and Scotland because those places are absolutely beautiful.

A fictional world...hmm..I would have to say Kingdom Hearts, because it's not too dangerous, and I could go visit all sorts of worlds and wield a keyblade, and hang out with Donald and Goofy. That'll be nice.

[oakthcrn-a]

💌💌!

OCs always need more love in the RPC! // accepting // @empirewaste

@dalishflame - atreion is a peach. @thxwxlf - keki is an elgar'nan simp.

[oakthcrn-a]

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑶𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑬.  Those archdemons, the dragons of an old Tevinter, and the ones that the Venatori worship… were all tethered to one blatant and determining fact: The elven gods. The gods of her and Zevran's people. The implication had been hard to swallow but Zevran deserved to know what he was getting into. 

❝ 𝐍𝐚𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐄𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫'𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧'𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥…𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭��𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.❞ 

Perhaps too much honesty was a bad thing but Zevran needed to know exactly what he was getting into by joining them. When he declared that he was part of her team, a flood of relief overcame her and she let out a soft sigh. 

❝ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦…𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲…𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥' 𝐙𝐞𝐯𝐫𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐡'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. ❞ 

To hear her speak so freely and honestly, he raises an eyebrow, the smile never leaving his face. Even if she was a member of the Crows, it was obvious that she was nothing like them. If anything, this was something he could relate with her in. Although, he wouldn't doubt her skills on the battlefield. After all, even if he didn't follow after the Crows, it didn't stop Zevran from being a great assassin.

With a small chuckle, he replies. "I must admit...you're not what I was thinking you would be, but I welcome that, Lark. Yes, I've dealt with the Blight before this one." He pauses. "I've heard the archdemons referred to as Old Gods. Is that what you're referring to when you say fighting the gods?"

Either way, there was no way he was turning his back from this. Just like before, he would help stop this one too. "Consider me a part of your team." If there was any way he could take them down these archdemons without getting his Warden involved, he'll do it with no hesitation.

[oakthcrn-a]

“Half-truths  are  worth  more  than  outright  lies.”

idk which meme this is from and too lazy to look // @hoboblaidd

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾 𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬. Slowly she canted her head to the side, her coppery brows furrowing at his words. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a huff. 

❝ 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬.  ❞ she couldn't completely dismiss what he said though. There was wisdom in Solas, but what are the half-truths he was telling her, and what were the outright lies? 

She grew up a Crow, lies were the foundation of the Houses and well-meaning words, monsters hidden behind happy faces. Lark knew from an early age to never trust someone so completely. The only person she had was murdered and hung from the Opera House in Treviso, after that, Lark never took anyone at their word. Even Solas. Especially Solas. 

❝ 𝐀𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧. ❞ 

[oakthcrn-a]

oak, southernwood, poppy

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 // accepting // @nekrotisch

oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?

Neve. She still remained with the Veilguard even though Lark chose to save Treviso over Dock Town. It was not an easy choice. Still, Neve remained to aid them despite her own feelings, and there is great strength in that.

southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?

Lark is a mixture of both, she's a very closed-off person when you first meet her, but eventually opens up when she trusts you. She likes solitude but once she gets her group of people, she likes jokes and banter. She just tires quickly of crowds and being around people for too long. So don't take offense if Lark prefers solitude from time to time.

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

Food, a newly knitted blanket, a cat to snuggle, a hug from a trusted friend. Sword practice, and playing the pianoforte.

[oakthcrn]

“What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.” ( Kaz…. clearly sarcastic )

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 // Accepting // @crookdwing

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑹 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺.   She shot a look to Kaz. 

❝ 𝐈𝐬…𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬? ❞ She replied with just as much sarcasm. 

[oakthcrn-a]

❝  𝐀𝐡'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧' 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬.  ❞ 

"Man, you know how often I actually hear this? You're all like 'Omg you're such a terrible person' but when I do all the cartwheels and gymnastics to be better, I'm still the asshole. It's like, not adding up."

[oakthcrn]

“Are you… are you laughing at me?” ( Alina )

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 // Accepting // @crookdwing

𝑨 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑲𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬.  Amusement shone in her eyes as she gently took the sword from Alina's hands. 

❝  𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞.❞ She said and sheathed it on the wall before browsing the weapons and pulling out a smaller, thinner blade. 

❝ 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨.  ❞ 

[oakthcrn]

“I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.” ( Alina )

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 // Accepting // @crookdwing

𝑺𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑬𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻. Slowly, she canted her head and gave a nod. 

❝ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚. ❞ Lark replied as she crossed her arms, her coppery brows furrowing a bit. 

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬. ❞ Lark went on, frowning. He'd sacrifice every Grisha in the name of protecting them. 

❝  𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫ò𝐢𝐧 . ❞

[oakthcrn]

🍋 - Does your muse complain about things to you? If so, what?

MUNDAY MEME // Accepting // @redsuitsycu

She complained about her height, which i have since fixed and will not be changing.

Currently, she is complaining I haven't been working on my novel which features her as the main character.

[oakthcrn]

🥁 A battle song for my muse

✧✦⭒ SONG ASSOCIATIONS — // accepting // @redsuitsycu

[oakthcrn]

🎼 A song that reminds me of my muse’s vibes

✧✦⭒ SONG ASSOCIATIONS — // accepting //@redsuitsycu

[oakthcrn]

🍊 - What are your favourite genres of threads? Fluff? Angst?

MUNDAY MEME // Accepting // @redsuitsycu

I generally like all kinds of different threads, but if I am being honest, I am a sucker for romance and threads that build relationships. I love character dynamics, romantic, platonic, antagonistic, and rivalry, i think its really interesting, and Lark is a slow burn, so building that trust between muses, that's a chef kiss to me.

Also angst. I love the concept of hitting rock bottom and then muses be put upon the road to healing and some cases atonement and redemption.

[oakthcrn-a]

❝ 𝐘𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞.   ❞ 

@oakthcrn is in the hands of a healer

"Ui," He said brows furrowing as he listened. "I was raised in the North by what you call Fae here. There are skirmishes here and there between your kind and men but nothing like what you've described, my lady."

[oakthcrn-a]

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // accepting // @redsuitsycu THE  MAGICIAN:  A  bustling  street  market  under  twilight. ( kaz )

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑨 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑪𝑹𝑨 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑲𝑨𝒁 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑲𝑲𝑬𝑹.  However, his cooperation was needed, and Lark would not go against Nikolai's request to investigate the missing Grisha in Ketterdam. They were supposed to only stop at the port in 5th harbor and return to Ravka. They were Fjerdan refugees, and they had disappeared right out of Kaz's backyard. 

Lark followed behind Kaz Brekker, her blades at her side; she rested her wrist lazily on the hilt as she walked among the market stalls. She rolled her eyes. How was this going to solve the disappearance of the Grisha? She was beginning to suspect that Kaz was taking her on a wild goose chase. 

❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧' 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐫? 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩? ❞

[oakthcrn-a]

“Whose blood is that?”

high pain tolerance starters // accepting // @apurekindness

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑺𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑬.  She arched a coppery brow and canted her head to the side. She couldn't recall who's blood exactly was, there had been so many assassins at the time. She gave a little shrug.  

❝ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐡'𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫.❞ She offered a small smile to the other. 

❝ 𝐇𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠? ❞