#the muse: laerke

[starxlark]

Spent my blogversary reading old threads and my original Laerke writing from 2012. So much has changed since I started writing my tiny space princess. I've changed, she's changed, the community has changed.

But what hasn't changed is that writing her has allowed me to make some amazing lasting friendships. Everyone I've interacted with or just admired from a distance has been kind, supportive, and more often than not- funny as fuck.

Today marks 9 years of writing on tumblr. The end of this month marks 3 years on this blog. This summer marks 10 years of Laerke.

It hasn't always been an easy road for me and gods know I've wanted to full on quit so many times... but I love Laerke even when I don't love myself. I treasure her even when I lose the words needed to write her. No matter how bad my will to write has gotten its never been because I lacked muse.

I know I've always needed more patience than I deserve from my partners. I know I take but so rarely give back. That's what all my animal pics are for.

So if you're reading this just know that I appreciate you. Even if we've never talked, you decided to follow a female family OC (the most deplorable of all OCs) and that means the world to me.

Go do something kind for yourself today, drink some water, have a moment of cozy, and don't forget to take your meds! I wasn't going to include the last one except thinking of it literally reminded me to take my own meds lol.

Thanks for everything <3

[rey-surtrson]

🌕   -  for our muses to sit beneath a full moon together.

Rey sat with Laerke on his lap - his now much larger, much fluffier lap. The initial intensity of his change was over - full moon changes were so much more severe than everyday changes, brought on by force and pushed to the extreme of their emotions. Rey of course knew the change was coming and kept himself far from Laerke for the first few hours as he and his pack roamed and hunted through the woods.

Now his instincts were sated and the forest was quiet, and he simply sat on that quiet grassy hill, holding Laerke to his chest. He gazed up at the full moon, as big and as bright as the sun, then lowered his head, burying it in her nape. He breathed in her scent, nuzzling into her hair, and let out a slow, heavy huff, giving her a small lick and nibble behind her ear. His way of giving her a kiss, an affectionate sign of gratitude. Grateful that she was still here with them, and that she hadn't run away.

[stcriestcld]

halloween/fall rp prompts!

@starxlark​ said: send 🎪 for our muses to go to a fall carnival/fair/festival together for Sera!

The harvest was in, and Asgard celebrated.  The usual smells of the city were overlaid by the scent of burnt sugar, of apples of every type, of pies and tarts, of the savory scent of soups and stews.  A person could scarcely go three steps without someone offering some harvest treat for the enjoyment of the crowds on the streets.

Sera, however, had a different goal in mind - one that she was singularly hyperfixated on in that way only she could be.  The end of the harvest brought with it the fruits of Asgard’s thread trade - yarn and threads gathered as raw product earlier in the year finally having been spun and dyed, now offered to anyone with the coin.  Most of the older merchants knew Sera on sight, and kept aside her favorite choices, but every year there’d be at least one new seller, and new products to peruse.

She glanced back at Laerke, who had an apple in her mouth as she juggled the baskets full of harvest fruits and sweets with the ones carrying the yarn and thread Sera had already bought.  Sera’s own arms had baskets hanging from them, but they were hardly halfway through the city.

“Slowpoke!” she chided, a brilliant smile taking any sting from the word.  “And stop eating all the apples!  I want some too!”

#answered meme #answered meme: Sera #starxlark: Sera #starxlark

[loptgangandi]

@starxlark :  [ trace ] - to trace your muse’s scar/s with the softest press of my muse’s fingertips

affectionate gestures

Somehow -- by whatever power she possesses as Loki’s sister -- Laerke had managed to convince him to join her in a bit of frivolity. And not just any sort :  the outdoor sort.

Normally it would be more difficult to coax him out into the fields and meadows far beyond the city’s walls -- but it is spring. The sun warms without burning, the air is still too cool for biting insects to be a nuisance, and the sky is clear and cloudless. Flowers have begun to spring up in the bright grass that in a few months will be as tall as Laerke, but now barely rises past their ankles.

Their destination had been a brook, swollen with meltwater from the mountains and only recently free of ice. Small patches still cling to the placid areas near the shore, between rocks and fallen trees, where water pools and calms before resuming its rush. On a broad, flat rock beneath the noonday sun they had eaten most of their picnic, and after a bit of wine  ( and quite a bit of cajoling on his part for Laerke to join him ), he had stripped off his tunic and plunged into the icy stream.

His tolerance for cold water had always been a subject of much speculation among the children of Odin when they were young ;  knowing the truth hasn’t diminished that tolerance, though it is maybe the first time he has indulged the affinity since he learned the reason for it. 

Now he lies on the warm rock, head on his arms and eyes closed, sunning himself like a cat. The touch to his back comes as a surprise, but not the alarming sort -- the only person here is Laerke, and even if they were not alone, someone else would have to go through her to get to him.

But the delicacy of the touch ... that is what surprises him most. Until it occurs to him that in the bright sun, even against his winter-white skin, the stripe of smooth skin just to the right of his spine, in the centre of his ribs, must be shining like a beacon. He turns his head to face his sister and sets it back down on his arms, offering her a very small, tight smile.

             “ Matches the front quite nicely, doesn’t it ? ”

#| when is a monster not a monster || (mcu) #// why.... WHY... can I not do just. normal descriptions #why they gotta be like this #why erin #starxlark

[hunnybadgerv]

Writer Ask Meme 3. What is your favorite/least favorite part about writing? 10. Pick an author (or writing friend) to co-write a book with 12. Which story (or: stories) of yours do you like best? why? 17. What things (scenes/topics/character types) are you most comfortable writing? 29. Is writing more of a hobby or do you write with the intention of getting published? 36. Post a snippet 49. Favorite fictional world?

Behind the Scenes of Fic Writing: 30 Questions for Authors

3. What is your favorite/least favorite part about writing?  Getting started. Once I’m writing, I can usually find the zone. But it’s getting started that is always the hardest for me. Like this morning, I didn’t know where to even start. So, I opted to edit, since it is something I wanted to accomplish this week. And I know that in the revision process I also tend to refine my prose, i.e., write, so my editing and writing work today coincided. 

I have, however, written every day this month and I’m hoping to continue that trend. But regardless of the time of day, getting started tends to be my biggest obstacle overall. 

10. Pick an author (or writing friend) to co-write a book with. Must it only be one? Gosh. 

There are so many great writers I know, more than I could ever even try to consider for this.  

I’ve always admired @theoriginalladya for the uniqueness of her ideas and character development are second to none; I equally love and hate when she and I talk about her characters because I get super excited about them because of how amazing they are. Then I quickly become obsessed, which may or may not be the only “bad” thing. @painterofhorizons has angst super powers; even in a snippet of text she can rip your soul clean from your body. Her writing is so evocative and emotionally striking. Then there is @chyrstis, whose ability to seamlessly weave humor into her fics sparks more than envy. She manages to put characters into such believable, yet laughable situations that it only serves to endear them to readers. 

I’m not sure I could ever co-write a piece, but I would count myself lucky to write with any of the writers I regularly associate with, especially one of these three. Apologies to all the amazing writers I know who I did not mention by name, but I already didn’t follow the question in the first place by mentioning three rather than a single one. 

12. Which story (or: stories) of yours do you like best? why?  Oh gosh. This is so cruel. One story! Really? That’s all. Honestly, First Watch of the Night (Guardians in the Darkness Series) is one of my favorite. I think that might be in part because of nostalgia--it is Nyx Shepard’s WIP. I actually have it planned all the way through ME3, though I’ve currently stalled in the revision process in the ME1 timeline. I’m not sure why either. 

I find myself wondering if the reason I have not finished it is because once I know what happens, maybe I won’t have the drive to finish writing it. Maybe I can’t get past the block because I’m worried that finishing their story will vacate those muses from my mind, which I kind of don’t want. I really have grown quite attached to Nyx, Kaidan, and her crew. 

Honestly, I think that might be the struggle I end up in with all my longer fics. Short fics in collection are so much easier because the story never has to end. A long fic follows a certain line and has a definite conclusion, which I think worries me.

17. What things (scenes/topics/character types) are you most comfortable writing?  Umm, If you were to look at characters like Tayen Quick, Nyx and Feign Shepard, Furia, Remy McGinnis, Mari Ryder, Cyna Mahariel, and Laerke, you’d see a common thread connecting them. I tend enjoy writing strong female characters, especially those that are flawed or broken in some way. Honestly, Nyx and Furia, also to some extent Leah Rook, all share imposter syndrome to one degree or another--so does Mari. I always tend to have one or two characters that share a flaw. I have Mari, Laerke, and Furia who have all lost their entire families. Characters that come from big families. But I tend to write female protagonists more so than males. 

29. Is writing more of a hobby or do you write with the intention of getting published?  I published a short story in college. And I really would like to be published some day. Right now, I am mostly writing for me. I’ve got original fiction ideas, but I don’t work on them currently. I focus on my fandom work in order to practice and hone the skills and plans I have for future pieces.

I want to write something in the mix of fantasy/sci-fi. But I also have a strong sense of realism. I still hold tight to Mark Twain’s statement that the difference between real life and fiction is that fiction has to make sense. Things have to stem logically from one another in a story, and I always try to ground my writing in experience--sights, smells, sounds, textures that my readers can be familiar with--in order to add some sense of connection. I try to make my characters flawed in ways that feel accurate to them. 

A part of me screams in the back of my head that I am a writer. I can be an author, but a part of me worries that perhaps it may not happen. I keep writing. And I keep trying new things. I’ll always be a storyteller. I will keep writing and falling in love with fictional beings and places that I cannot resist exploring.

36. Post a snippet  This is from First Watch of the Night. I really love the characters and depth I managed to capture in this piece. Honestly, it’s one of the pieces of my own writing that intimidates me ... a lot. I don’t write the same way anymore. I feel like my writing lacks the same emotional depth right now. And I’m not sure why. It might have to do with how disconnected from other humans I have been in the last decade.

The scene here is Nyx Shepard and her father from Chapter 18:

The two Shepards watched one another for a long moment, before Taranis returned his attention to one of the soft cherries. The commander sighed, sipping her tea quietly while the captain waited. It was his usual tactic. He knew there was more and he could always wait her out. Nyx would talk to him in her own time, even if it had to be in carefully crafted abstractions. His daughter knew the drill. Taranis' methods were nothing new to her. He would take long pauses, allowing her to consider all the things she was not telling him. Then he would ask careful questions in case it was actually related to her current or a classified assignment--since need to know could interfere with her desire to disclose and his fatherly curiosity.

Whatever it was, Nyx held onto it much longer than usual, which told him she really did not want to bring it up. Despite this, Taranis knew she would relent because she kept glancing over at him with a look that suggested she was merely trying to find the way to bring it up. Nyx always came first for him; he redirected his career to give her the life she had, a life where there was always one parent there to hold her tight when things weren't just so. He knew it was not perfect, but he did everything he could to be there for her.

Nyx sighed as she set the tea cup on the table between them. "Fine," she breathed heavily.

It took another few moments for her to look up at him. Then she scooted a little closer, lowering her voice in discretion. Watching her carefully Taranis could not quite be sure what she was going to say, but she bit her lip and winced a little when she finally asked a question he never expected to hear.

"What did you do when you met Mom?"

Everything froze for a second or two as he stared at her. The little blush on her cheeks threw her father for a loop, but made him smile. "Well, damn."

The commander shook her head at him, trying to discourage him from thinking too hard about what she had just asked.

"Answer the question, please."

Captain Taranis Shepard rubbed his hand through the short stubble on the back of his head as he stared at his daughter in stunned silence. "I avoided her. Tried to just keep my distance. I even put in for a transfer," he admitted with a wry smile. "It got denied because I did not put in what command thought was a valid reason. Then, on leave, I talked to your Grandpa Shepard about it."

Nyx smiled and laughed. "And what did the old devil dog have to say about that?"

Her voice held a note of disbelief that her father was not surprised to hear. Taranis' father was a stickler for rules, regulations, expectations. He was strict and set high expectations. The captain could tell by the way his daughter eyed the dregs in her tea cup that she was as completely unprepared for what her father was about to say as Taranis had been when he heard it.

"He told me it was not a weakness to want someone to be part of your life."

Nyx's eyes darted to his. She was easily as shocked as he had been. Moving the tea cup, Taranis laid her hand out in his and covered it with the other.

"I told him all the things, I'm pretty sure you're telling yourself right now. All the excuses about regs, concerns, and bad experiences and stories you've heard," Taranis said quietly as he stroked the back of her hand lightly.

She leaned toward him. Her voice was tight with emotion. "And?"

Holding her hand tightly, her father smiled at her softly. "He told me that there are some things that outweigh the regs."

They were both quiet for a moment as Nyx let herself fall back in the chair. Her mind was clearly racing. Kirk Shepard had always stern, at best; he still was totally by the book in everything except when he met his wife. That was the only rule Taranis could think of his father ever even bending, let alone breaking out right. Nyx had been very close with both her grandfathers; she respected them as men and as marines. For her they were role models, people she that influenced her greatly.

"I'm going to tell you something you probably don't know. My parents met in the service, too. We Shepards seem to fall for our brethren," he said playfully. Nyx did not look relieved in the slightest. "He almost lost her on a mission. Even in love, your grandfather was still the same man. He couldn't justify risking the primary objective. The mission at all costs, you know?"

Taranis knew she understood it. Hell, he knew she lived that decree just as solidly as his father.

"She made it out alive, barely. Your grandfather, sentimental bastard, proposed to her when she woke up from surgery. Grandma Amelie was just as stoic as he was. Told him she would consider it, but only if he promised to do always put the mission first, even if she was in his command. She believed him when he said he would. Even lived up to it. Had to put her at risk once more in the field before they got married."

"And he told you this when you asked him about Mom?"

"Yep," Taranis said, nodding as he studied his daughter's reaction. "I was rather hoping I wouldn't have to tell it to you, but I guess it was too much to hope you'd break the trend of falling for servicemen."

She shrugged and looked at their hands for a long moment. "Seemed to be going well for a while," Nyx said quietly.

"Just tell me it's not the Zingel kid."

Her laugh made him smile, and brightened her eyes. "No, it's not Caz."

Taranis leaned back in his chair, fidgeting with his uniform for a moment. "So, tell me something about this fella."

The way she tilted her head at him suggested that the question might have been her maximum.

"At least tell me his name so I can start checking up and get a little peace."

"Da."

"Fine." Taranis let his hands fall on the arms of his chair. "Don't relieve your old father of the undue stress he is now placed under worrying about what kind of man his plucking his daughter's heart strings."

"Seriously?" she replied with a doubtful look.

They both knew she did not see herself as the type of woman who was plucked, but Taranis had a long and vivid memory and he could still recall the girl with the romantic sensibilities.

"What? I remember the shelves of Austen, Gaskell, and the Brontes. Then there were the sonnets your grandmother always sent you. And if I recall you were planning on marrying Captain Wentworth." He tilted his head at her slightly. "Perhaps I should have seen this coming after all."

They both laughed. Then Nyx sprang forward and hugged her father around the neck. "I've missed you, Da."

"I love you, Nyxy-girl."

Her lips were warm on his cheek. "Love you, too," she repeated before she stood. "I should probably go."

"We should do this again," her father offered, as he stood and proffered his arm. "Soon."

His daughter smiled and looked away for a moment. "Sure. As soon as I can."

Once they exited the little shop, they stopped and he touched her cheek before he bent and kissed her forehead again. He did not like her chosen phrase. Taranis knew she meant it, but he also knew the schedule she had kept for the past several years and there was little hope of relief given the most recent change.

"I'd prefer sooner," he noted.

It always killed him to say what he said next, the phrase was tradition, but always made his heart ache because he knew there was always a chance that he could lose his girl in the line of duty. He had been in her boots and hung them up for her. She had taken them up with fervor and so much more skill and determination than Taranis ever possessed.

"Good hunting, Commander," he said, a waver in his voice, as he saluted her sharply.

Nyx returned it as smartly as she would to an admiral. "Thank you Captain."

Taranis watched the girl with her mother's hair and his eyes weave through the crowds in the wards. He remembered meeting a boy once, at her basic graduation. Keith or Kyle or something that started with a K. He managed to stick around until a few months after her graduation from Exeter. Somehow the kid had stuck it out through three mission deployments before the relationship ended without so much as a whimper. The captain could not remember his name or much else about him. Even after a few years together, his daughter never hinted at the question she just asked. It elated and scared the hell out of him.

49. Favorite fictional world?  I really enjoy writing ME and in SWTOR. They are amazing worlds full of science, magic, adventure, and drama. Though I’m also drawn to fantasy for the same reasons. But I think futuristic worlds and space are some of my favorites.

#Behind the Scenes of Fic Writing #30 Questions for Authors #Writer Questions #long post #painterofhorizons

[hvcdrungr]

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc. ++ ((little laerke exploring with her uncle if it please you

Word Prompt Compilation | accepting.

Loki is a trickster whose fame precedes him with a plethora of adjectives: untrustworthy, devious, arrogant, self-centered. But none can say he is mean towards children -- even if said child is daughter of his blood brother, whose relationship with the trickster is not as sturdy as one might believe.

Their path -- Loki and Laerke’s -- is an effortless one, at least to the jötunn. But the weight of Laerke often pulling him shows that she might even call it an adventure. The road leads the two to a shallow stream and it stops Loki on his tracks. For once, he does not consider whether Odinn would disapprove of a muddy dress, but he does consider Frigg’s censure.

“Well then, little one”, the trickster says, turning his sight downward. “On three, you shall jump as high as you can. One, two, three...” On his signal, he pulled her little frame up by her hands.

#starxlark #; i have all the answers you seek (ANSWERED)

[badbucky]

8 people I’d like to know better!

I was tagged by @rainsofcastamre - thank you love!

ONE – NAME/ALIAS - Lærke // Laerke // Lark // Leya

TWO – BIRTHDAY - June 26

THREE – ZODIAC SIGN - Cancer

FOUR – HEIGHT - 5'5"

FIVE – HOBBIES - playing guitar, singing, reading, writing, binge-watching tv series, obsessing over fictional characters

SIX – FAVOURITE COLOURS - blue, green, yellow

SEVEN – FAVOURITE BOOKS - probably the song of achilles and the raven boys

EIGHT – LAST SONG - nightmare by halsey

NINE – LAST FILM - probably endgame, but i’m not sure!

TEN – INSPIRATION FOR MUSE - i don’t know what this means aksdjglsdkgj

ELEVEN – DREAM JOB - maybe an interior designer or (unrealistically) a musician

TWELVE – MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL - i honestly just love bucky barnes and needed another word with B 

i’m tagging @agentdaisies @robertwstanion @deweysdenouement @sweetvibes-n-goodtimes @klauzoleum @noctisdemon @sarka-stically @officialjakeperalta

[laerkeodinsdottir]

Hi Yes I Exist

Hey all,

So it’s been a long minute since I last routinely posted anything relevant on this page and for that I’m sorry.  Not writing Laerke in the last two years has been incredibly hard. I haven't been able to win: trying to write and taking a real life break both were incredibly stressful.

I started writing Laerke in the summer of 2012 and made her blog January of 2013. In the time since she has grown and changed dramatically, as is the natural evolution for any character. Very few of my followers will remember Laerke in my first year on tumblr and that’s a-okay with me.

I always wanted her blog to be multiverse so I could explore as many facets and aspects as I could.

There have been great brothers, each with their own unique care and love and problems with their little sister. There have been superb myth characters willing and ready to adopt Laerke as family or friend.There have been canons from the very beginning who were happy to let the power of the multiverse bring together characters who might not be family, or might not have normally crossed paths.

As an unexpected side effect I am now left, 6 years later, with a tangled web of relationships loved and lost. Some of those muses are gone for good while others may one day be resurrected. Each one gave Laerke greater backstory, greater depth, that I just can’t necessarily transfer without it being godmodding. 

I have written posts of Laerke mourning those relationships and it has helped, but in case any of those characters return I cannot make such mourning canon either.

So what do I do with Laerke now?

I still don’t have an answer but I’m willing to puzzle it out. This blog isn’t going anywhere. It will always exist at least as an archive. But I think I need something akin to a fresh start. Not a full reboot... but yet still the chance to grow without the weight of the past. 

I’m going to try making a new blog for my favorite star daughter. Will it work? I have no idea but I’m pretty hopeful about it. I like the idea of having a clean platform to approach writing from now. Honestly, most of the edits to Laerke are going to be personal, mental ones for me. I have an incredibly hard time letting go of those past relationships and not being able to incorporate them. I’m the person who still has journals from 2011 filled with future replies and drabbles for threads that hadn’t been touched by my partner since 2009. 

Laerke’s still the 

Sassy little sister

Adventurous star traveler

Nurturing aunt

Doting daughter

Supportive friend

Occasional troublemaker

Odinson wrangler

Tiny, oh so tiny, lady

that she has always been.

I will be a little slow (but I’m setting a structure so I don’t fall behind)

I will not have the fancy tags I envy so much (but I will have an actual tagging system)

I will not have super cool icons (but I’m willing to let big gifs be dead so honestly you’re welcome)

I will not usually be able to match great length (but I’m getting my reading on so I can do my damnedest to try)

If you’re interested feel free to check out @starxlark. If you’re not, that is totally okay too. There’s not a lot there yet, but I’m trying to be forgiving of myself for that and get going anyway.

I’m very open to discussing and reworking past relationships on this new try if for nothing else than to make sure me and my partner are on the same page. You guys know I’m nice and patient and all that, so don’t hesitate to chat.

I want to thank everyone who has followed me for the past 6 years. Whether you’ve written shenanigans with me, plotted threads that never came to be, or supported my family OC journey with likes, you’ve all made the experience so much more than I expected it could ever be.

#ooc #i've been so stressed about doing this #but i think its what i have to do to make rp feel fun again #and now that i have it kind of done #it feels more right than i'd imagined

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

💤 - Cuddle up (tiny sibs verse if it pleases you)

touch starved | 💤 - Cuddle up to my muse | @laerkeodinsdottir

The evening’s conversation had been taxing for Laerke, and the revelations had also given Loki much to think about as he lies in his bed with his little sister curled up near him, listening to her quiet breaths and the little noises that escape her in her sleep. 

Her words play in his mind over the memory of her scarred face, and he tries not to think too hard about the image her descriptions conjure —— of a little girl who is a tool before she is a person, who bleeds and starves for the benefit of people who care nothing for her, who has never seen the stars or heard a word of kindness. He grasps her hand beneath the covers, but draws no closer, knowing by instinct and without being able to articulate the reason that she is vulnerable and he must be careful. 

It is she who shuffles near, cozying up to her big brother and pressing her forehead into his chest, curled like a cat with her knees drawn up. He smiles softly in the dark and shifts his pillow under her head and his shoulder, and squeezes her hand gently. 

He had let her stay for precisely this reason :  so that if the airy, hollow darkness of the palace began to swallow her, she could have something warm and soft and living to cling to. And, in this quiet moment of abject vulnerability, he knows with vicious certainty that he would do anything for his little sister.

#laerkeodinsdottir #| young one; the only things in this forest want to hurt you || (youth) #I'M ALWAYS PLEASED BY TINYSIBS

[goldenidunn]

😍

My favorite aspects about your muse || accepting

// OMG I HAVE SO MANY! I love how amazing Laerke has become over the LITERAL years. She has changed a bit since I first started following you, but OMG if it’s not been an amazing change! I think my absolute 100% favorite aspect of Laerke is her strength and measurable goodness. She spent so many years in a terrible situation, and while it has definitely marked her— she seems hell bent on it not letting it define her. She is funny, strong willed, and incredible. Iðunnis very happy to know her & I’m SO LUCKY to have you as a writing partner!

#laerkeodinsdottir #answered #;ooc

[starxlark]

@loptgangandi asked: 🤞 ( Send 🤞 to grasp my muses chin)

The youngest of Odin and Frigga’s children had finally come of age. Laerke was no longer a girl, yet not quite refined enough to be a woman. She was a lady though, and the entire whole realm showed up the night before to begin the celebrations. It had been a wild time. The princess’s enthusiasm and vivaciousness was infectious to all who encountered her. 

The morning of the second day carried a vastly different atmosphere.

One of Laerke’s trusted ladies was tasked with finding some form, any form, of assistance. “She is in a frightful mood,” Selby confessed in a near whisper. It wasn’t treasonous to speak of the princess to her brothers, but it felt like a betrayal all the same. Never would she speak of her princess’s secrets, unless no other options remained. Going to Loki was indeed a last resort.

“I thought at first it was just an effect from last night’s... libations. But she refuses to allow us to dress her, refuses her hair. When she speaks it is short and sharp. Not cruel, we know she would never be cruel and yet it feels as though it would be all too easy for her to be. I’ve never seen her eyes so dark, never seen her so still. I am worried for her, my prince. This is different from any fit or depression she’s had while I’ve been with her.”

Loki finds her just as Selby described: sitting at her desk, staring at a stack of blank paper, still in her robe. His intrusion into her room elicits no reaction. Even as he takes a seat beside her Laerke doesn’t move. There’s no fight in her as Loki’s steady fingers turn her head to face him. Oh, but there is fire in those eyes; too hot and angry to ever be mistaken for the cool stillness of Gull.

“I don’t need whatever hangover cure you’ve brought,” she finally decides to spit out.

#teen!laerke #loptgangandi

[rey-surtrson]

❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms .

Rey dropped the stack of firewood he had been carrying in order to accommodate the surprise delivery of a girl into his arms.

"Geez, Laerke, you could give me some warning," he huffed, holding her effortlessly in a princess style against his chest. "Is this like a trust fall kind of deal, or did you want me to carry you everywhere?"

#went for werewolf Rey and wild girl Laerke hehehe

[starxlark]

@agentharrisonofshield asked for headcanons based on the 5 love languages: 

what is something your muse loves being praised for?

Gods what doesn’t she love being praised for would be a much shorter and easier answer (her appearance 99% of the time, it feels like a cheap cop out). 

I think what she loves the most is having her efforts acknowledged. Whether they be personal like appreciating a perfect gift or professional like admiring a smart political move, she just loves feeling Seen.

what is your muse’s ideal date night?

She loves showing off her city, her people. A walk downtown visiting shops and stalls, enjoying the never ending festivities Asgard has to offer, would be a fantastic place to start. Then perhaps dinner and dancing (aka an excuse to touch hands for vibe checks). Of course, no ideal date night is complete without at least a little bit of star gazing. 

But there’s also something to be said for the unexpected date night. The talks that go too late and get too deep to imply anything other than comfort and genuine interest. 

does your muse find themselves subconsciously seeking out physical contact? ( ie. reaching for s/o’s hand without realizing it )

Yes. 1000% yes.  Laerke is one of those people who is always brushing up against those she cares about. The act of being permitted, trusted, to touch others is often enough to satisfy her need for contact, even if it isn’t something reciprocated. She’s a hip bumper, a shoulder squeezer, a back patter, a hair toucher, and the biggest hand holder in the whole universe. It’s just a part of her and she so often makes contact without realizing she’s done it. It’s just as natural as breathing for her.

But nothing makes her happier than being the recipient of Good Touch. Nothing soothes her soul more. If she subconsciously makes physical contact and gets her hand squeezed or cheek traced in return... that’s the good shit right there.

#about #meme #Headcanon #agentharrisonofshield #//this took 7ever and im so sorry

[starxlark]

Make Your Muse!

Here's Laerke living her best life in hiding on Midgard.

Tagged by: no one, a person in a fb group about fae propaganda shared it

Tagging: @loptgangandi , @agentharrisonofshield , @mystiokinesis , @sigrvif , @sinnhelmingr , and You!

This is also Laerke living her best uncover Midgard life. Get you a girl who can do both.

#dash game

[loptgangandi]

@starxlark​​ :  ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms .

deafening silence | accepting

It’s like a sixth sense, more preternatural than usual -- most of the time, he knows that someone is approaching, but must turn his head to see who it is and what their intentions might be. With Laerke, he knows.

Whether it’s the pace of her familiar footsteps, the cadence, or something else, by the time Laerke is within arm’s reach, he has already set down whatever he was holding, turned, and opened his arms to welcome her. He catches her without a thought and lets the momentum knock him into a spin, and he sets her down with a grin and plants a kiss to the crown of her head.

             “ Welcome back, little sister !  I missed you. ”

#| when is a monster not a monster || (mcu) #starxlark

[loptgangandi]

@starxlark​​ :  Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react. (You know I had to)

knife meme | accepting

             " Laerke ... ”

He knows, even as he whispers her name, that he is not speaking to his sister. And he knows the name this woman goes by, and that she is vicious and dangerous and, above all else, that she and Loki both want the same thing --- to keep Laerke safe. What he doesn’t know is how, precisely, to prove to her that he is not a threat --- how to draw Laerke back to the fore, and convince Gull that the danger has passed. 

There is a plea in how he says his sister’s name --- as though, in doing so, he might reawaken its owner. It is also in his eyes as he drops his own knives --- he won’t need them now, after all, no matter what happens next --- and slowly slides down the wall she’s cornered him against until he is on his knees, chin raised to avoid her blade, hands raised in surrender. 

             “ I yield. I yield, Laerke. ”

#| when is a monster not a monster || (mcu) #// i was GONNA make this a lighthearted sparring thread #and then i thought #you know what i haven't done in a while #hit erin in the feels #i should do that instead #:) #starxlark