#my farewells to the fields

[frollosversion]

The Lark!

(Kingsley was rushed. My baddddd)

[q-theeccentric]

i had an epiphany while having dinner so i present to you:

meadowlark headcanons: what kind of original pinoy music (opm) would they listen to

disclaimer: this is my personal headcanon so it's fine if you disagree but please be civil and respectful about it—feel free to share your thoughts in the comments or when you reblog this :)

cole

iv of spades, eraserheads, ben&ben, one click straight. i feel like out of all the characters, cole's the type to listen to bands. also filipino bands' lyrics are very poetic and i feel like cole would take inspiration from these singers' artistry.

clementine

moira dela torre, mrld, up dharma down, zack tabudlo. clemmy strikes me as the type to be sweet and sentimental but can get real emotional sometimes. these songs also hit right in the feels and i can imagine clemmy swaying to them alone in their room.

perrine

apo hiking society, ryan cayabyab, basil valdez, asin. idk much abt their lore but perrine gives me that old soul vibe who enjoys listen to music using vinyl players. im also imagining specifically the calmer old opm with profound lyricism is the type that they listen to.

kingsley

budots. unironically. need i say more?

[flowerscatsandwichystuff]

So, I just got a thought.

What if "My fairwells to the fields" is about Cole running away from their family that is fighting for their custody after their parents died. We know that all 4 kids are canonically orphans, so it would kind of make sense.

And maybe the line "They've forgotten" is about Coles family forgetting their promise to Cole's late parents not to fight over their (Cole's) custody.

[gavotte-paradisio]

@ Meadowlark/Yaelokre fans

I wanna sing something for the free space on day 30 of Yaelokre Month 2024! What should I sing? (Alone is a song I wrote from the perspective of my OC)

If anything other than Alone wins, I'll make another poll to decide who to sing it 'as'

[fangirl-nadir]

Now that I've had time to process Songs of Origin, I wonder if Cole's backstory isn't rather tragic? They sing about clashing hordes, stamping hooves, of hiding from someone. This is reflected in Hartebeest where the lyrics imply that Cole is like a rabbit running and hiding from the beast.

And then the line about "I say farewell to the fields, to the man made of straw, to my name." Did the Storyteller save Cole? Is that why it's so interested in the Harkers? And did Cole really change its name to be forgotten, or was it taken from them by someone?

[frigidpaws]

why meadowlark is literally a masterpiece

tl;dr :: me yapping about how @yaelokre is amazing at music and you should go follow them :3 [not forcing you,, haha]

and to keath, if you didnt want to be tagged that's perfectly okay and i apologize :~) you can skip to the ending section for more info haga

everything under the cut

alright !! thank you for taking the time to read my silly recommendation :D before we begin i'd just like to say i really hope this doesn't come off as weird at all, i just really love meadowlark :3

and some of this might be wrong !! PLEASE correct me if i said anything incorrect !

so, what's meadowlark?

meadowlark is the world in which four children sing tales of fables to all that will hear them. they tell stories of the harkers, who are "concepts" in a way. they are the storyteller, the bell-ringer, the croon and the enkindled. yaelokre is the name of the creator and story as a whole, and the author and singer behind the story is known as Keath, a splendidly talented artist who truly loves their work.

the lark

the lark consists of the aforementioned children:

cole (represents the storyteller)

clémentne/clémentine/clémmie (represents the bell-ringer)

perrine (represents the croon)

kingsley (represents the enkindled)

all of the children are genderless, and do not use gendered terms. they all use they/it pronouns and it is best to respect yaelokre's wishes for their characters. i do believe cole and clémentine are dating (or something romantic), as there is official art of them kissing, though i don't know the details...

the young minstrels are good friends and enjoy preforming their songs together. each one has a distinct voice, design, and personality traits. each one of them is crafted so beautifully, you can see yaelokre put work into them :D

the songs

the tales of meadowlark are told through songs, and goodness, are they amazing. i have never reacted so positively to a song myself, but bird cage blue and yellow makes me so happy :) i do hope yaelokre knows that at least one person enjoys their music as much as i <3

here are the songs !!:

hayfields

harpy hare

hartebeest

and the hound

neath the grove is a heart

songs of origin

my farewell to the fields

bird cage blue and yellow

there is another song, cole's response, but i can't find it anywhere, nor have i heard it. i believe it's being remade, or something along those lines.

closing statements !!

i hope this convinces at least one person to listen to and support yaelokre's works :3

again: i do not wish to cross any boundaries with this post, and i will take it down per the request of keath if they so wish. i am quite anxious of hurting others, so communication is best for me...

i am deeply excited when i like something, music or other, so i just want to share yaelokre with more people :~) so if that makes them uncomfortable, i apologize. i chose to tag them because i feel they may like knowing someone really appreciates their work? i don't know. i don't know them personally so take that with a grain of salt.

thank you, yaelokre, for being cool :D

[ganemouchie]

I love when songs' beginnings sound like something is waking up idk how to better explain it

[catayms]

Inktober day 25: Scarecrow

[mind-less-boy]

Hoof by hoof, horn by horn, raging song and an encore!

[luna-vixen-art]

me gets a Kalimba for Christmas: ya know, this is really fun… Buuut what if I make a Yaelokre OC with this instrument huhhh????

[imperatoralicia]

10 games I enjoyed in 2024:

Helldivers 2

Garden Life: A Cozy Simulator

Lightyear Frontier

Botany Manor

Fields of Mistria

Farewell North

Core Keeper

Age of Mythology: Retold

The Rise of the Golden Idol

Dragon Age: The Veilguard

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

i know these are out of context. i know. I KNOW. yet i have not been able to stop thinking about them since i finished the book

mr. marlowe, philip, darling,,,, (also italian slur warning bc this book is a particularly bad product of its time)

this is the most convoluted form of masturbation i have ever heard of

[cassy-universal]

I’m ugly crying right now…

Okay so May @1-marigold-1 sent me one of her Esteemed Dbhc Comic Breakdown Asks, which turned into me rambling and rambling and rambling and. So instead of replying directly to the ask I took a bunch of screenshots of it + threw in a bunch of other tags + doodled over top of everything, and I’m just posting this all as the Dbhc Comic Explained Post (tm) for Children of the Machine <3 THANK YALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR INSANITY, PLEASE TAKE MINE IN RETURN <3

[yaelokre]

🐦📖🌾 𓆱 "And with that final verse delivered, goodbyes were sealed. This is a song of origin, my farewells to the fields." Listen to "Songs of Origin"

[metamorphesque]

my translations of Armenian Poetry 🌻

Vahan Teryan

"I love your guilty dusky eyes...", Vahan Teryan

"Two Phantoms", Vahan Teryan

"I shall come to you ...", Vahan Teryan

"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan

"Sweeter Than Living", Vahan Teryan

"In the empty words", Vahan Teryan

"From the fields of Shirak", Vahan Teryan

"My greetings, torment ...", Vahan Teryan

"My Peaceful Evening", Vahan Teryan

"Place Your Stamp ...", Vahan Teryan

"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan

Paruyr Sevak

"Unexpected Storm", Paruyr Sevak

"One of Us", Paruyr Sevak

"Close your eyes", Paruyr Sevak

"I love to love...", Paruyr Sevak

"To Go Mad", Paruyr Sevak

"Your Name", Paruyr Sevak

"You don't love anew ...", Paruyr Sevak

"People are not alike...", Paruyr Sevak

"To Live...", Paruyr Sevak

"Love", Paruyr Sevak

Hovhannes Tumanyan

"In slumber's grasp...", Hovhannes Tumanyan

Eghishe Charenc

"Sister, it might be ...", Eghishe Charenc

"All of these flames ...", Eghishe Charenc

Hovhannes Grigoryan

"Songs of Farewell", Hovhannes Grigoryan

"Armenia", Hovhannes Grigoryan

"I'm no longer looking for you", Hovhannes Grigoryan

"An evening with aged maidens", Hovhannes Grigoryan

"Perhaps, it's spring ...", Hovhannes Grigoryan

"Don't you ever die", Hovhannes Grigoryan

"A letter that will never reach you", Hovhannes Grigoryan

"To sit like this...", Hovhannes Grigoryan

"On a New Line", Hovhannes Grigoryan

"Last Word", Hovhannes Grigoryan

Henrik Edoyan

"I did not do what was written ...", Henrik Edoyan

"I remember many of them...", Henrik Edoyan

"A biography that might as well have been mine", Henrik Edoyan

Slavik Chiloyan

"IT'S A MOVIE, IT'LL PASS", Slavik Chiloyan

"RONDO", Slavik Chiloyan

"There is one creator and one creation. Everything else is a testament to that", Slavik Chiloyan

Husik Ara

"Love", Husik Ara

"You are not here", Husik Ara

"You are the light of the world", Husik Ara

"I love you", Husik Ara

"and Love said...", Husik Ara

Razmik Davoyan

"I shut my eyes ...", Razmik Davoyan

"My Eyes", Razmik Davoyan

Vardan Hakobyan

"Love One Another", Vardan Hakobyan

Mher Arshakyan

"Impossible", Mher Arshakyan

(updated on 22/7/2024)

[inkinflux]

Raising the Mast

Viktor x f!Reader | 1.1k | 18+ You give Viktor a ride home from an event, knowing from experience that he won't be able to keep his hands off you for long. 🚫 I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING USED TO TRAIN AI 🚫  

The carriage back to the Academy was pleasant enough, the cobblestones only causing a minor bump here and there as you traversed through the wealthiest district of Piltover.

“I can’t say I’m familiar with the sensation. The call for adventure,” Councilor Shoola carried your polite conversation. “However my wife is a different story. She goes sailing every weekend. I tried to join her once but got terribly seasick. Never again.”

You gave a soft laugh in response, your posture relaxed and open. The same could not be said for the man sitting next to the Councilor, his body turned to the window, cane cradled between his legs.

“I was lucky to never have gotten seasick during my sailing days. However, I’m not the most graceful sailor. One day when raising the sails a gust of wind caught me off guard and I got knocked overboard by the mast.”

Shoola cackled at that.

Viktor cast a side-glance at you, and you would’ve thought he was judging you if not for the amused smirk he was trying to hide.

“You must meet my wife. Perhaps tea, sometime soon? We’d love to host you.”

You smiled. “That sounds nice.”

The carriage pulled to a stop, and Shoola glanced out the window. The carriage stood outside of a mansion made of luxurious marble pillars framed by golden gates.

“This is me,” she said, standing. “It was lovely catching up with you, (Y/n).” She side-stepped the man beside her as she reached for the door. “Viktor,” she said by way of farewell.

The carriage shook slightly as she stepped out, and the driver closed the door behind her. There was a terse silence until it started rolling again.

Viktor continued watching the streets pass from the window. You slid your foot forward, nudging his.

“Did you have a good night?”

Viktor looked at you with barely concealed fatigue. “Of course not.” Despite his cold response, he lifted his foot, capturing yours underneath. You bit back a smile.

“What, you don’t enjoy hearing rich people talk about their breweries and boats?”

It had been a party celebrating the launch of a new beer brand. Viktor had been Jayce’s plus one, and you were always a permanent fixture on any guest list thanks to your status.

Viktor sat up, emphatically gesturing with his cane. “I would have enjoyed it more if it had ended with the securing of another Hextech investment.”

You leaned forward, “And how would you have swung this one, had you gotten it? ‘Yes, see here, the new HexScythe, made for ploughing the fields at an exceptionally accelerated rate-” You giggled as Viktor reached out, trying to cover your mouth with his hand and cease your accent-heavy impression of him. “-proven to increase wheat yield tenfold for all your beer brewing needs.”

“I do not sound like that,” he muttered.

“You’re right,” you replied breathlessly, seizing his wrist, “I give a much better sales pitch than you.”

Viktor’s eyes darkened with a challenge. He spun his wrist, instead capturing yours, bringing the back of your hand to his lips.

“Perhaps this is true,” he spoke low, placing a gentle kiss, “Or perhaps it is not the words that matter, but the person who speaks them.” Your body gave an involuntary shiver as Viktor looked at you from underneath his eyelashes and turned your hand over. “I’m certain you could have just about anyone eating from the palm of your hand.”

He sunk his teeth into the soft swell of your palm. This dance of modesty became shorter each time.

Viktor flipped his cane, slotting the handle behind your back and tugging you to the edge of your seat, capturing your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. He kissed with a ferocity that hinted he’d been waiting for this all night.

Pushing his knee between your thighs, he moved closer, dropping his cane to place a firm hand behind your neck, urging you towards him with a gentle pull.

You parted for a second to move on top of him, and in the same moment a helpful bump in the road had you landing in his lap, your legs spread atop him.

Viktor wasted no time in chasing your lips again, his mouth hot and just as greedy as his hands.

One of which slid up your back, fingers reaching into your hair before sharply tugging your head back, affording him the perfect expanse of your delicious throat. Viktor bit down on your hammering pulse, like flicking a switch that had your muscles tensing.

His skillful hands played your body like a symphony, directing with rough touches down your waist, thumbs digging into the divots of your hips, encouraging you to move against him.

You obliged, earning a moan stifled against your neck. You ground your hips in a fluid motion, ignoring how his leg brace dug into the back of your thigh.

Viktor ceased his incessant biting to watch you for a moment. You pressed a steadying hand to his chest, feeling the erratic thumping of his heart beneath. His gaze was wicked as he devoured you with his eyes.

It made you shiver.

He grabbed hold of your chin, pulling your face down to his, your noses bumping and laboured breaths mingling.

“Next time, let’s skip the parties, hm?” He suggested before kissing you once more. “It will save us from waiting to reach the part we both enjoy most.”

“And lose the opportunity to flirt with you in front of all my rich peers?” you grinned, eating the sounds your rolling hips elicited. “Are you kidding?”

Viktor huffed a laugh, his eyes unfocused and his cheeks flushed. “That part is pretty satisfying. If only for the soul.”

You nipped at his jaw, nuzzling under his ear. Viktor groaned as the fabric between you grew uncomfortably warm, his short nails digging into your waist, pulling you down against him as he chased more friction.

“You trying to tell me this isn’t good for your soul?” You teased.

Viktor panted, “Quite the contrary. Hmph.” His head fell back, eyes cast down at your exposed thighs as your skirt rode up. He pushed the hem further up, the touch leaving goosebumps on your legs. “I think my mast has pushed you overboard, hm?” he commented, rubbing his thumb along the damp spot between your legs.

You bit your lip as his touch started circling that sweet spot, losing your rhythm as he bent forward, sinking his teeth into your collarbone.

“Please,” you begged, pushing him away from your sufficiently-marked neck, “No nautical-themed innuendos tonight.”

Viktor laughed.

“No promises.”