Meadowlark Stories

leggre per capire ^^

From pinky promises, foolish majesties, to faults, favors, and the truth. This is my version of the story of meadowlark through the eyes of musician (specializing in the low brass instrument known as the euphonium), writer, and artist. I hope you enjoy my story and acknowledge that I won't be able to post new chapters all the time, I will work my hardest though. There are a few of my head cannons included in this, including Colentine, but nothing too different from the actually storyline. Feel free to leave chapter requests and I will see if I can get to them. Also please note that my stories are meant for people thirteen and younger, please do not comment anything inappropriate or strange. Thank you my friends! :~) 🌾🐐🐇🎶

Tales of the Lark and their adventures 🌾 !! CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE THEY BELONG TO YAELOKRE !! By: Spinachh ACHIEVEMENTS: #1 in Storybook, May-June 2026 #1 in Yaelokre, May-June 2026 #1 in Colentine, May 2026

A oneshot book! No oneshots yet! [PAST THINGS] {Ships: Colentine (Cole/Clémentine), Rosarrine (Rosalie [OC]x Perrine), Chapsley (Chappel [OC]x Kingsley} It all starts when Rosalie outruns-or should I say outswam? -a swarm of bandits who came to set her village ablaze. Her way of escaping was to jump into a rushing river, praying to a god to help her survive. When she woke up, someone threw a stick at her, thinking she was a dead body. After that messed up meeting, Chappel and Rosalie become best friends. Time passes fast, soon enough they meet people in a group named "the Lark," performers who worshiped the Harkers, almighty gods. Soon enough, they all become friends and secrets are spilled about every one of them.

this is a colentine fanfic ! these characters do not belong to me. these characters do belong to an amazing person named Keath Ósk. NOT 18+ !! please leave if you are unkind ! anyways please enjoy this ! ( i will try to be consistent ) (THIS IS AU)

Hiii this is a random fanfic I thought of :3 hope u enjoy it! Story cover by yaelorke <3

i'm mei. and you're the goat!

Cole has been turning quiet, they dont want to do anything in life, they have no joy in it. Their friends always view them as someone who has changed. Never wants to go outside, never wants to hang out with them anymore. Never showing happiness. Until the find someone in a goat mask. The goat mask person knows that they have a spark in them and will try anything to get it out. Yaelorke fanfic 🌾

A horror AU of Meadowlark The AU belongs to me, Meadowlark belonging to Keath Ośk

Yaelokre Oneshots I have to many stories started so updates will be infrequent. Sorry 😅 Ill take APPROPRIATE requests Some baced off of songs.

Lore for my Yaelokre OC. Note that the Everborn are not canon!

Story's of the lark, including how they met and other short stories mostly inspired by songs 💗

A oneshot about a group of children showing their adoration of the harkers: The Storyteller The Bell-ringer The Enkindled And The Croon By presenting the songs The Harkers made and dressing up as one of them. ‼️The characters I use does not belong to me. All of the characters and their lore are made by Yaelokre‼️ Go and please support them too 💕 This oneshot is made only for fun and for my devotion for Yaelokre's creation :]

Meadowlark fanfic, the only ships are cannon ones :~} all the characters belong to the storytelling project, yaelorkre run by Keith osk. All the Characters are Keith's not mine, i'm just the silly puppypoet

Story of how the lark came to be :3 (Re upload since I got locked out of my other account)

A bunch of random mini stories of these four living their lives🌿 🍂-Please tell me if I misgender them!! My uploads may be slow or super fast, you'll never know, but please stay and be patient with me🙃 Oh! And I might take requests later on in the future. I'll need some ideas :) (Very slow updates)

"After all this time?" "Always." A potterhead who tries to make covers for those who deserve it. :)

Poem

... *Updates every weekend!* 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔯𝔨, 𝔞 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔫, 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔤𝔬 𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶, 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫-𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔰. 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔨, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 (Originally YAELOKRE MEADOWLARK) This story was also published on my YT.