#from the lark themself

[honeysuckle-fae]

Me w. Me when I gotta do. The dishes

[peppermintlark]

Hello, everyone!

I haven't posted original content in a long time. To be honest, I never really posted original content consistently. (And that's okay! That's not something you have to do, it's just something I'd like to be doing.)

Something I realized early on with my new therapist is that I have a lot of trauma surrounding finishing and sharing creative projects, especially written ones. We decided my first step in healing from that would be to write up a little booklet of 20 poems, and then share them. So, over the past few months, that's what I did!

I've formatted them in such a way that you can print them front and back and fold them into a little booklet! I've made it available to download on ko-fi (pay what you want, but you must donate at least $2 to access my transgender trauma). If I know you and we've talked before, you can message me here or on discord and I'll send you a copy!

If you've gotten this far, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy!

[libraryatkaermorhen]

Okay. I haven't read like. Anything this year. So I think I need to make a plan. I think it's gonna be:

finish Anne of Green Gables

continue reading The Mabinogion at my desk at the same time

afterwards, finish Season of Storms

finish The Haunting of Hill House at my desk at the same time

[oldestenemy]

it’s coming out day!

the young wizard’s gender is so incredibly beyond comprehension.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hello ❤❤ can you write something for the ragnarson family( vikings, both female and Male please) where the reader and them are together and somebody breaks into their house while they (as in not the reader) are injured and the reader defend them. You can decide if you want to go either an angst route or an happy route 🙏❤

Vikings preference: You try to defend them

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Ragnar: Numerous times he has fought while theoretically incapacitated, so what made you think that this time was going to be anything different? When you grab the nearby axe in a futile attempt to fend off the trespassers, he yanks it out of your hand and fights in his own name. Afterwards, he'd be one to mock you: you never did learn to fight so what were you expecting was going to happen? Despite that long rant of showing you how irresponsible you were, the moment he's fully recovered and back on his feet, Ragnar will surprise you with a spar, beginning a long process of him teaching you how to properly fight. And making fun of your inability to do so yet but it's all in good faith - it's just his humour.

Bjorn: Just one word: angry. Although your intentions were pure, they were largely misplaced in his opinion. Never having learnt how to fight, your decision to stand between him and the aggressor was at least stupid. Maybe you were doing it out of love but Bjorn loves you too and that only fuels his anger - what if you got yourself killed and left him alone in Midgard? What was he supposed to do then? He never wanted you to be in a situation where you can get hurt and now you got yourself into one because of him. Don't think he'll want to teach you - you're permanently banned from everything sharp.

Ubbe: He's definitely upset but the anger quickly subsides as he makes sure you're okay. You can tell he's seething at the possibility of you ending up wounded or worse but Ubbe is doing a great job controlling his emotions. Gives you a lecture on not putting yourself in danger you can't take on and how he's the one who's supposed to be protecting you. But Ubbe also notices your spirit: you definitely have the heart of a Viking, no matter what land you were born to. Maybe he'll teach you how to wield a sword but reluctantly as Ubbe is afraid you'd grow too confident in your nonexistent skills and get yourself in grave danger. Similarly to Bjorn, he's very protective of those he loves and if he wants to settle down with you, he might be a little too protective at times.

Hvitserk: "Impressed" doesn't cover what he's experiencing. You have no training in sword fighting and you did surprisingly well, putting your well-being at risk just for him. Of course, he doesn't want that to become a habit and makes sure to tell you that unless he's stepping into Valhalla with one of his feet, you shouldn't try something like that again. But just like Ubbe, he takes notice of your Viking spirit and decided to teach you how to fight, although do not be surprised when spars start to get a little, well, obscene - that's part of the reason why he likes teaching you sword fighting.

Sigurd: At first, he's a little offended that you'd think he couldn't protect himself but that thought disappears as swiftly as it had appeared and, instead, is replaced with only one idea: you love him enough to risk your life. If he ever lacked trust in your relationship, that one lark makes all of his doubts go away and Sigurd knows that the two of you are in deep. Also, if he ever worried about your safety, mainly from Ivar rather than other citizens of Kattegat, he's a lot more comfortable with that thought - quite clearly, hurting you is not an easy thing and whoever tries will not manage without getting injured themself.

Ivar: Feels offended but it's not really your fault - he just compares himself to his brothers a lot and assumed that they wouldn't need protection from their significant other. Ivar might project his own insecurity and ask whether you think that he can't hold his own. His hurt ego might take a while to heal but when it does, he'll notice the amount of love he holds for you and that your sudden show of loyalty and courage was nothing more but a confession of your undying affection for him.

Aslaug: Impressed by your vigour and skills but definitely expected you to do so. She's no fighter and doesn't hide it, so part of her simply assumed you were the protective component in the relationship. The more you fit her imagined ideal of a life partner, the more devoted she becomes to you. The story of you standing up to protect her life and honour is definitely quickly well-known throughout Kattegat, only bettering your social status. After all, what to call the protector of the queen if not a true hero?

Lagertha: Upset but very calm about it. In a gentle and firm voice, she'll tell you that what you did was stupid as you do not know how to fight and she wishes you'd never try that again. Then, in the same breath, Lagertha will offer to teach you. You should better accept that proposition as it's a very exclusive one - to be taught sword fighting but the Lagertha.

[reblrths]

OPEN STARTER | CAPPED. ( 3 / 3 )

finch was upset.

there was rarely a time when finch wasn't upset -- but tonight more so. the scores felt like bullshit, the outfits made their eyes hurt and the grating laughter was enough to make them want to scream so loud it would drown out the awful music playing. unlike any other time, finch could not draw any more attention to themself than there already was. to top it all off -- they'd lost lark in the crowd.

the kid did whatever he wanted anyway, and they're he'll turn up later in the night to tell finch some random lore he found out about one of the other districts or something. lark was good for that -- he was smart. smarter than finch, exactly like wren. that fourteen-year-old has more of a shot of making it out of here than finch ever did. maybe he'd charm himself up some sponsors -- god knows finch would hardly be able to to that themself. the interviews were soon. they'd have to talk to caesar again.

yeah, they were fucking upset.

"if the other ten clusters of people didn't include you in their conversation, i certainly hope you won't expect any from me." they warn, feeling someone sit next to them. that was unusual. no one sat next to them unless they were forced. finch turns to face them with a slight brow raise, expectant and waiting. the look on their face was clear. what do you want from me?

[polutrope]

Now it's your turn, smut sis! 😁 Don't know if you've answered these already, but here they go: for the smut asks, 1, 6, 18, 19, and 24 for Maemags, please?

Thank you for the ask! From this list (feel free to send more, I left in the tags which I've answered).

Share your philosophy of smut. Why do you write it, and what does it mean to you?

Sexual arousal is a feeling just like sadness, anger, amusement, and all those other things writing can help us to feel and process. It happens that one of the things I seem to enjoy and be good at helping people feel is horny. So be it. (That being said I go through spells of wanting nothing to do with it and then write Genfic about kids or something.)

I genuinely believe putting characters in a state of sexual arousal is an amazing way to explore who they are and their dynamics with other characters. The previous point notwithstanding, smut does not have to be hot. No smut will be hot to every reader. But it may help a reader think about the source work, themself, or just the human condition, in a new way.

How do you think your smut writing has evolved?

Answered here. Will add that my adventurousness has definitely evolved and continues to evolve (it seems) with every piece. I am no longer shocked by anything that bubbles up in my mind.

What’s the weirdest thing you have researched for the sake of a smut fic? Can be within the scope of Tolkien canon or on a topic completely outside it.

Answered here. I know there are more but annoyingly cannot think of them.

Share a smut rec for Maedhros/Maglor

Two recent contributions to the tag which I think you have already read:

Dark Flavour: and some of us returned by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor. This was initially posted on Anon because it's a silmkinkmeme fill and I was not going to read it because of the tags but I took a peek and was immediately drawn in by the gothic kidnap fam framing and the gorgeous prose. Probably not a fic for everyone, but if you feel up to giving the tags a chance, it's all handled with dark and sensitive beauty imho.

Funny Flavour: Mapmaking by @meadowlarkx. Lark excels at wit and sex and this was both hilarious and hot and tender. So much teasing.

I have to add one that is not fully smutty (though it still has scenes that titillated me), Such a Marriage by DifferentSong. This is a silmkinkmeme fill the author just posted to AO3. I hope they get more encouragement to continue because it is such a beautiful fic and a nuanced treatment of the characters and relationship.

Share a favorite passage from one of your smut fics.

Already shared two but happy to provide! Luthien tops Daeron in my bisexual fantasy in Of Changing and of Shifting Shape below the cut.

“How is this?” She passes the tip of her finger into him and he gasps again. It slides in so easily, and he feels himself loosen around her. “Good.” He swallows and thinks, ‘Better than he was,’ because whatever Lúthien has managed to produce with her own body feels exquisitely warm and viscous, without any of the discomfort that usually accompanies this act. Another finger slides inside him and she begins to pulse with her hand. “And did he take you from behind? Or did you face him, staring into each other’s eyes as you chased ecstasy?” As she speaks, her fingertips find the spot that spatters his vision with stars – only, when she does it, there is heat radiating from her, setting his nerves alight. Daeron has to pant through his reply. “I was - ah! - facing him. He hooked his strong arms under my knees and –” suddenly, unwelcomely, Lúthien pulls her fingers from him and does as he has just described. Daeron lifts his neck to glance down. She has hiked her dress up to her thighs and his eyes widen at what he sees. In place of her beautiful, soft folds she has a thick, straight shaft, turgid and wet. It is not something Daeron ever imagined wanting but when he sees her kneeling over him like this – her round, plump breasts hanging like swollen dew drops as she brings herself forward, her nipples dark and pert, and beneath that the most perfectly-shaped cock he has ever seen, its head blushing a deep red and gleaming – seeing her like that he is making fists around the tangle of blankets beneath him to avoid spilling over his stomach already, simply imagining her inside him, filling him completely.

[teamrockethr]

There was some degree of apprehension going to pick up their new service Pokémon. Did they really need one? Most days, they could get around fine. Other days, they called in to work and didn't leave their bed because they couldn't bend down to put on their socks.

So it goes.

The first time Lark went to the Service Pokémon Training Facility, they were overwhelmed. They should have had someone come with them. Either Yuurei or Mel. Archer would have been a decent one to ask. He gets dog Pokémon. Hell, anyone. Someone to support them in this. Help keep their mind focused on the task at hand and not feel like this was, in some way, them giving up on their independence. They knew that wasn't the case, but they could help but feel it at some level.

It was hard not to fall in love with the fresh, eager-to-please faces of the Pokémon just starting their training.

Lark knew they wanted another dog Pokémon, but it was hard narrowing down which one would be the right fit. There was a Poochyena, Maschiff, Snubbull, Houndour, Lillipup, and Yamper all in this class, and it was tough, because Lark could picture themself with any of them. Ultimately, they told the trainers to make the call. They'd all be capable service Pokémon. The type didn't really make a difference.

They weren't sure what to expect when they pulled up on their scooter today. The facility told them what size of harness they'd need, but expect him to get a lot bigger. Lark assumed that meant they were going home with a Maschiff.

The receptionist at the front desk greeted them with a smile. "Mochiro-san, good morning! Little Argus is all set to go home with you today. I'll go let the trainers know you're here for him."

Yeah, it was probably the Maschiff.

It was not. The Herdier that came strutting from the back room with one of the staff members looked up at Lark and wagged his tail.

Lark looked at him.

No way does that little Pokémon get bigger.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

💿 + Lark?? -🍂

Thank you so much for this ask, Alvita!! (And I'm also gonna tag @auxiliarydetective and @starcrossedjedis since they're the other One Piece girlies!! <3

"Green Finch and Linnet Bird" from the musical Sweeney Todd.

One of two songs that inspired Lark's character, and the one that inspired her name! This song talks a lot about the singer feeling trapped in their own situation and likening themself to a bird in a cage, which definitely describes Lark's feelings during her time being the songbird of the World Government. This would definitely be a song she would make up and sing to some caged birds she could see from whatever large home the Government had her staying in while she was travelling around and singing for the Marines.

"Into the Unknown" from the movie Frozen 2.

The other song that inspired Lark's character. For years before she ever meets the Straw Hats, Lark has been hearing the call of the open sea, urging her to run from the World Government and set out on an adventure on the high Blues, to learn all the pirate songs she could and even write a few of her own, and this is a perfect encapsulation of that.

"Always Sing" by RaeLynn.

Throwing a little country in here! Despite how much the World Government forced her to sing and dance and be there little songbird and restricted what she was allowed to sing, music will forever be a bit part of Lark's life, and this song is perfectly written to show her thoughts on music and singing and now necessary it is for her.

"Dandelions" by Ruth B.

This song is absolutely perfect for Lark and Sanji's relationship. They're both helplessly pining for each other for ages before they finally get together, both of them wishing desperately for the other to return their feelings and be with them, but not seriously thinking that it will happen. (And they get the biggest "I told you so"s from Nami and Zoro, respectively, when it does happen.)

"My Jolly Sailor Bold" by Acapella Onion.

There is an entire scene I have attached to this song of Lark singing it for a whole room of pirates to try and get the Straw Hats out of trouble, and it's basically the scene where Sanji full-on falls in love with her. I won't share the whole thing just yet, but it's definitely what comes to mind whenever I hear this song.

send me a 💿+ oc and i’ll list five songs that remind me of them!!

[dougtheintern]

sparrow or linc for hcs :-3c

WELL of COURSE.

SPARROOOW

-transfem obv. mootie patootie you inspired this headcanon fully. HOWEVER while she feels very feminine there’s still a small aching that tells her her gender isn’t human— so she/they/it. sort of like lark. may be the crazy blood in them idk

-besties with both her grandmas— autumn thought she was a little pussy and would never grow up to be strong but ended up adoring her after she grew her a cactus. (autumn hates flowers and prefers spiky plants due to barry’s stupid influence)

-sparrow told henry about being transfem first, and henry just hugged her. he watched her grow up and be odd, be ostracized, be insulted, and good god, he doesn’t want that to continue to adulthood. but he wants her to be comfortable— but how can you be comfortable when constantly being ridiculed? sparrow knew his concerns, and also had those worries. so, she pulled back from the hug and slapped him. she’ll be fine. she’s stronger than he knows.

he knows.

-sparrow bird watches, and has a whole 3 pages on the lark bird. mostly because she relates all of the lark attributes to lark themself

-constantly facetimes people— it’s her favorite form of talking to people. you get to see them but you can mute yourself— or put them on headphones!! how neat!! wonderful!!

LINCYYY DINCYYYY

-goofy gangly boy— he actually used to be in the shorter range for kids, but shot up in around 4th grade— immediately being taller than Marco. It took him until 6th grade to be taller than Grant. He’s… hopefully done growing? Since.. y’know.. he has size 13 shoes and jesus, those are a bit hard to find.

-linc thought everyone was gay— and that being straight was the ‘odd’ one. everytime he saw a straight couple he’d think “but then there’s not enough dads?? which one is soft dad and which one is tough dad?”. he eventually figured out that straight people were actually the majority, but still reverts back into that thinking sometimes. (“wait but how can i marry scary? shes a woman? oh wait yea”)

-big fan of dad rock. like every single piece of his personality is from his dads— so everything he likes, they’ve liked before. he used to hate coffee icecream, but kept eating it to be like Marco. eventually they figured this out and pretended to love vegetables so linc would eat them and be healthy.

-constantly has character band-aids on him. his favorites are the hello-kitty ones, but he’s also a big fan of the scooby gang. scary made fun of him for it once but realized (once she got a cut and he gave her a bandaid) that character band-aids are like. way better. (grant actually just asked sparrow to make his kid enhanced band-aids— and she made a little too many, so they still use them.)

-the kind of kid to ask a million questions about the world— but both grant and marco were NOT like that, so it was a bit of a shock. so they constantly had wikipedia pulled up and helped linc learn stuff. linc now has a handful of useless knowledge. good for him

[icescrabblerjerky]

7 and 9 for the writer asks <3

7. What characters captured your heart?

Oh man. Every single character I write captures my heart, but this year THIS YEAR, well.

Astarion. Of course. Larian said "What if we gave you a completely broken asshole and then WHAT IF YOU COULD ACTUALLY FIX HIM" and well, I was lost. I love him so much.

Grant Wilson from Dungeons and Daddies: Jesus Christ Anthony Burch haven't you hurt him enough? But also maybe I can hurt him more? That seems fun?

Lark Oak-Garcia from Dungeons and Daddies : SEE ABOVE.

9. What fic meant the most for you to write?

I haven't finished The Illusion of Choice yet but it's meant SO much to me to write it, it's the first time I've dared to make a character who is not a self insert, more a self... idealisation in my Tav, Yda. They're not me, not by a long shot, but I think when you're looking at a spectrum of OCs I've made Yda is the end game for me as a person, someone who HURTS, who can also hurt others, but who is mature enough to recognise that in themself and understand the consequences of their actions. They're an ideal version of me. Also having a character who has the same gender identity and sexuality as me is something I've not done before and I love writing it even though sometimes it's very difficult.

[honeysuckle-fae]

Human creativity is so wild to me. I'm watching a video of someone sculpt a tiny kitty cat out of PIPE CLEANERS. I cannot wrap my head around how someone would even begin to conceptualize how they would need to bend and shape the pipe cleaners into a kitty cat, yet here they are, doing it on my television screen. People can create such lovely shapes out of so many things, isn't that grand?

[peppermintlark]

[ID in alt text]

Sometimes I fall to pieces

Just to see what bits of me don’t fit

‘Cause when I stand, oh all those folks will run

And tell the tales of what I’ve become

They’ll speak of me in whispered tones

And say my name like it shakes their bones

Background originally this photo by The Creativv on Unsplash!

Here’s this also

[libraryatkaermorhen]

Was anybody going to tell me there was an effeminate heterosexual sorcerer who was gay for pay in Season of Storms or was I supposed to just find that out for myself organically

[estradasphere]

i got inspired by akire's post and made a list of the Problems and Issues and Trauma all of my ocs have

terrence: had a very abusive father, bullied other ppl in school, had basically no friends, possible attempted suicide (he got better tho)

kalle: was bullied in school (not by terrence, they were besties), had basically no friends, self-harmed, possible attempted suicide (he got better tho)

zackary: …n/a? he's fine

jasper: parents are possibly dead. got kidnapped from his other parents. has basically no friends. was a fucking child soldier. you know how it is

edgar: misanthrope, thinks humans are annoying. has basically no friends

tessa: n/a

eve: n/a havent figured out what to do with them yet

silver: died but he got better. has to put up with luz's shit

luz: died but he got better. i would put "sometimes people harass him for being a crossdresser in public" but he literally doesnt care. likes to pick fights and is probably evading a prison sentence. manipulate mansplain malewife

robin: angel who is hiding on earth. actively being pursued

sam: robin's sister, badly wants to see him again

jubilee: n/a?

clem: is chronically overworked, watched his bestie almost die and his adopted child get kidnapped

august: almost died (missing a leg and an eye because of it), his adopted child got kidnapped

alisa: she is the failed result of genetic experiments, basically. has bad migraines and mood swings as a result. very fucked up and has no morals. (gundam oc, kinda)

vincent: he hates himself because he's a werewolf. may or may not have killed a child because he can't control his werewolf form. denies himself most forms of pleasure and hides his personality under 17 layers of stoicism

mattie: has to deal with whatever tf is going on with vincent

shelby: same as mattie

mina: she's an assassin. has very complicated feelings towards her work. also lost an arm(this doesnt bother her tho)

delilah: anxious and upset basically all the time. the ghosts don't help

temmie: has no emotions whatsoever, is/was basically being used as a tool, no sense of personhood (guilty gear oc, she's a valentine)

blaise: anger issues. has basically no friends

roy: neglectful parents, kinda. he's very awkward and kinda helpless. pathetic wet cat of a man, i love him. is a college student

kennedy: was in a gang as a teenager, watched her friends die and shit, was in prison for a while. shes better now tho

addison: was in a gang as a teenager, watched his friends die and shit. went to prison (lighter sentence than kennedy tho). he's better now

leya: has basically no friends, but he doesn't care lol

jun: he can see creatures and shadows and shit that basically nobody else can see and he just kinda has to pretend to be normal. sometimes the shadows try to kill him. his parents hated each other. is a college student (kara no kioku oc)

alexis: they're immortal, so they've seen tons of people around them die. has to constantly keep themself busy so the existential ennui doesn't set in

lark: loner, has no friends

joseph/nokomis: autistic and nonverbal, prone to meltdowns. he sees shadows too but in a different way than jun, they dont try to hurt him but theyre really disorienting. is a college student

roro: this is my persona and i am NOT listing all of my problems here.

cicada: died and is now stuck in a "body" that barely works

jeanne: there are so many things wrong with her and they are all her fault #girlboss (literally just genuinely an awful person. i love her though.)

izzy: so many things; his mom died, he got his hand cut off, and he accidentally caused a car crash that killed 2 people (silver and luz), for starters. none of this bothers him though... mostly because he has dissociative amnesia so bad he doesn't remember any of it

larsen: has watched and remembers every single traumatic event in izzy's life and is slowly going nuts because of it

[moonlightlilygarden]

Legacy

“You have ten minutes!” their mother's frantic voice chased after them as they bolted out the backdoor and toward the twilight forest. It would be enough time. It had to be. 

Rowan’s backpack bounced against their tailbone as they jumped over familiar fallen logs and skirted around thorn bushes. Even in the growing shadows, they knew every burrow, every berry bush along their path by heart. So many of Rowan’s ancestors had held this same responsibility and traveled this same road that the way was ingrained in their blood. No one had deliberately cleared the path in fear of others finding it and following it to its destination, but it was clear where the growth had been trampled by the consistent passing of feet.

The rough bark of a trunk scraped under their palm as they used it for leverage, and it left their skin tingling–blood pulsing to the injury twice for every second that ticked away on their watch. They could see the edge of the stream growing nearer, and Rowan veered off to the spot where the far bank was closest. Without pause, they leapt the distance. Only a few more turns brought them to their destination.

Rowan pulled up hard, bracing themself against two trees before looking cautiously into the clearing. A clearing in the woods isn’t an entirely unusual discovery, but when Rowan’s great grandmother had found the spot a century ago, it had been barren and scorched. Now it flourished. Their mother tells the story the same way her mother had recited it to her, and as her mother before her had told it in hushed tones.

In the clearing, through the door, Recite the tale by gale and lark: It will come as it has come before.

A door stood across the clearing. The wood was rough and weathered with age, but stood firm regardless. It looked as though it had once been part of a fence, a way of keeping the property lines, but now the fence was gone and all that was left were the posts on either side and the door, shut tight.

Shadows stretch as to explore Along a path it craves embark In the clearing, through the door.

Horn of Plenty mushrooms grew in the shadow of the door, feeding off the nutrients in the ground and the old, fallen leaves. Their black caps reached into the clearing, creating a dark path to the door.

Eyes that glore and upon us bore, Edges creep and pull the dark; It will come as it has come before.

Rowan stepped into the clearing and felt the heaviness settle on their shoulders. They always felt watched here, but with each tik-tik-tik of their watch and with each step closer to the door, the pressure increased, leaving dark smudges at the edges of their thoughts.

Claws that mangle, scathe, and gore Seek to clasp the rough jamb’s bark In the clearing, through the door.

In the door was a small, square window. When Rowan had first seen it, they’d wondered what would happen if they’d looked through into the inky blackness beyond. Now it was all Rowan could do to keep their eyes averted. They did not know what lurked on the other side.

To tear our souls it long e’re swore And feast on our eternal spark; It will come as it has come before.

They slipped the backpack off their shoulders to the ground and opened the main compartment. 

Heed these words forevermore, Its intentions hear and mark: In the clearing, through the door It will come as it has come before.

For a century Rowan’s family had been the keepers of this secret, this old god, the Wolf Spider. Without the offerings on the rise of the new moon, it would roam free in the woods, hunting human prey. With every passing of the responsibility from mother to daughter, there was always a misstep, a rejected offering. Last month had been Rowan’s misstep. The offering had not been sufficient and a local man had gone “missing.” 

Now Rowan pulled from their bag a jar with its lid tightly sealed, the dark red liquid inside lapping the walls of the container as they unscrewed the lid and approached the door. Reaching the jar up to the top corner, they began to pour it down the door, moving to the other corner so it dripped like honey down the rough wood. Drops collected and fell from the top of the window to the sill. Before the legs of liquid reached the bottom of the door, it had soaked in, leaving no trace.

The clearing seemed to sigh as the last of the liquid soaked into the door. The weight of eyes lessened, heavy lidded, the hunger sated. Rowan closed the jar and returned it to their bag, checking their watch. They had just made it. They were all safe for another month.