#leverets

[marysmirages]

Summer night over the hills (Hare Family) 2023

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Photograph captures the moments leading to a rare tender display as a courting pair of mountain hares touch noses. Females usually outweigh males. Larger females tend to produce more young (known as leverets) in several litters over the course of a year.

PHOTOGRAPHS BY ANDY PARKINSON

[claypigeonpottery]

I had to use this quote and I had to include a baby hare because they look so daunted by the complexities and unknowns

just like meeeeee

[maureen2musings]

Baby snowshoe hare

@denalinps

[artofmaquenda]

From Stardust to Stardust - Hare

One of my favorite versions, the tiny leverets 🥹💗

Tapestries are available! Number 96 (with many species variations) https://artofmaquenda.etsy.com/listing/1402940378

And posters: https://artofmaquenda.etsy.com/listing/714985107

[sharkieshark]

Gay people real holy shit

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Fabricated Reality AU part 1 (Yanderes x reader)

This is a series where I put all my era 3 OCs in Situations™, so all 5 of them would kind of battle over you

Introduction

You woke up in a cold sweat. You panted as your eyes darted around the room, struggling to lift the fog clouding your mind, where are you? It appears to be in a bedroom with clinically bright and cold lights, white walls, and very little furniture. You realize you're sitting on ivory sheets, and the mattress beneath you is neither soft nor firm. It's adequate.

You spent a few more moments looking around, trying to make sense of it all. There is no personality in this room, no paintings or shades other than white. The clothes on your back also match the surroundings, it resembles a hospital gown, down to its scratchiness and stiffness.

Cradling your head, you cautiously shifted yourself to the edge of the bed and set your feet down. The tiles are cold and you frowned at the unpleasantness of it. However, you're more upset that you couldn't remember what brought you into this predicament in the first place. Hell, you don't even remember anything at all. Who were you? What were you?

You rubbed your face and sighed, but upon lifting your head up, you were surprised to see a door that wasn't there before. You looked around once more for any context, but you found none.

You inched towards it, carefully reaching out for its doorknob and twisting it. Your ears perk up when you hear a click, as you're familiar with the concept of an unlocked door.

You pulled it open and exited your room, emerging into a grand, beautiful marble hallway adorned with chandeliers and side tables shouldering vases of exotic flowers. The air is crisp and fresh despite the absence of open windows.

At the end of it, lies the mouth of a set of grandiose stairs. You made your way towards them, hearing the muffled chatters growing more and more distinct with every step.

"...no luck, I still don't get what the fuck is up with them. Montgomery almost split his nails trying to pry the windows open, the crowbar you found snapped too. I kept finding myself back here whenever I stepped out through those huge doors." You heard a deep, masculine voice, exasperated.

"Items in the pantry and kitchen replenish themselves at dawn in seemingly impossible ways." Another voice, this time softer and more honeyed, added to the conversation.

You poked your head out from the corner. From above, you saw four men sitting on their sofas and loveseats. They seem to be discussing something.

"It's so hard to find a room, the doors lead me into a different place each time. It's frustrating whenever I open my wardrobe, I'll find myself in the garden." You listened to them complain. One of them stood out; they hadn't said a word yet. The other three were vocal.

The quiet one flicked their gaze up, landing on you. It definitely spooked you, enough to retreat back behind a wall. You felt your heart pounding in fear as you brought your head out again to see what the situation was.

The person, with luscious, inky locks and emerald eyes was on their way to the stairs. They moved so elegantly and fluidly, that it appears the rest of the group didn't notice that they had left the conversation entirely.

You panicked and instinctively bolted in the direction of your room. You reached for the doorknob and swung the door open, retreating into the white space.

Shutting the door behind you, your shoulders heaved up and down as you tried to recover from your anxiousness. It was distracting enough to blind you to the fact that this isn't the room that you work up in.

"...Sweetheart?"

You whipped your head back to see a man with unkempt, brown shaggy hair and messy stubble. His dark eyes were wide open as he watched you through the strands with his mouth open agape. Your eyes shifted to the surroundings, it appears to be a rustic, farmhouse bedroom with vintage decor and furniture. Anything white, yellowed with age, which includes the floral-print comforter that he's sitting on.

You tried to get out of the room, but you found that the door disappeared behind you. Dread set in when he suddenly rushed over to you, a panicked yell escaped your lips when he engulfed you in his arms.

"It's you, it really is you..." Your nerves calmed when you realized that he meant no harm, you found that he appeared impossibly tall, needing to reach your eye levels by kneeling. The man spent a few more seconds sobbing on your shoulder, his arms tightly constricting you as if you were going to disappear at a moment's notice.

He sniffled, pulling away and revealing his teary, bloodshot eyes to you. The tip of his nose is red from crying, you assume that he's been doing this for a while now.

"H-how did y'get here? Are you okay? Did anyone hurt ya'?" He lets go of you to examine your body. He checked your arms, your face, and even the temperature of your forehead, using the back of his hand. You noted the heavy, southern accent in his voice.

You simply stared at him as he stroked your cheeks, pushing any stray hairs behind your ears. It felt... pleasant. You don't think that he's posing any danger to you, but you're still wary of him. Is he mistaking you for someone else? You have never met him before. Though, you couldn't remember much of anything before this. Perhaps he was someone important to you.

"Please say somethin', darlin'." His eyebrows knitted in confusion and worry. "Anythin', please... I need to know if you're okay." The man held your head in his large hands, keeping it in place and slightly mashing your cheeks together until your lips puckered.

He pressed a kiss on your forehead. "Please?" He begged, becoming desperate as each second passed.

You pried his hands away and opened your mouth to say something, but unfortunately, you couldn't say anything coherent. Not even gibberish, you could only make short, forceful shouts and groans that sounded like you were in agony. And in a way, you were, because you're becoming increasingly distressed over your inability to speak. You could comprehend language, but you couldn't express it.

The man, seemingly sensing your terror, quickly hushed you by allowing you to retreat into his strong arms. "Shh... Shh.... It's okay, It's okay honey. W-we're gonna figure it out." He pecked you on the crown numerous times to try and calm you down. Luckily it did, or he would have lost his mind too.

"Oh, you poor thing. What happened to ya'...?" He mumbled in your hair.

You stayed like this for a while, enjoying the warmth his body provides. You shivered a bit at some point, finding his heat wasn't enough to stave you from the frigidness of the room.

"I reckon yer' pretty cold, only havin' that on yer back." The stranger pulled away to take his ratty, chore jacket off. "Here, let me help ya." He wraps it around you, and you instantly feel much better than before.

You tried to thank him, but all that escaped was a loud yell. It looks like you couldn't speak more than one syllable, nor could you necessarily control the volume of your voice.

He ushered you to the bed, where you sat on the edge, while he was still on his knees in front of you. He looked away momentarily, thinking of what to ask you. He must have thought you were acting strange, outside of his own version of you, as he proceeded to ask:

"Do ya'... remember me?" He enveloped your hands in his, and he brought it to his lips. His eyes were hopeful, but you knew he was bracing for the worst.

You hesitantly shook your head. You saw his shoulders sag in devastation.

"No, you- you must have heard me wrong. Do you remember me- do you remember us? The times we spent together, the nights we had..." He looked deeply into your eyes, to find anything, a glimmer of recognition no matter how vague. But he found nothing aside from a growing fear. "...Nothing...?"

You shook your head again, feeling guilty and pity towards him as he released a choked sob.

"Really...? You, you don't remember me?" He whispered tears rolling down his face again. Some landed on your hands.

You gave him a sympathetic look as you nodded.

"Oh. Um..." He sniffled, wiping his tears away. You gave him a moment to regain his composure.

You tried asking what his name was, but it came out as a single shout; making him jolt. Seeing that there is no way to reliably communicate verbally, you resorted to using hand gestures. It took you a few attempts and a lot of pointing, but eventually, he understood what you wanted from him.

"Montgomery. My name is Montgomery, ya' used to call me Monty." His face told you everything, you knew it crushed him to reintroduce himself.

You nodded, but before you could even 'ask' him more questions, you heard a door opening.

Turning your head to the source, you saw the same man who you were initially running away from. Seemingly surprised at the sight before him.

The door that he entered disappeared behind him, trapping the three of you in this room, but the green-eyed man didn't seem too concerned about that. You couldn't predict any discernible pattern in this reality.

It appears as if he's frozen in place, his pupils blowing wide as it landed on you. It's unnerving, so you got up and hid behind Montgomery. When the other stranger tilted his head to look at the other man, his pupils constricted considerably.

The atmosphere felt much colder, much more menacing than before. Montgomery tried to lighten it up by joking: "Lookin' for the shitter? Well, it ain't here sadly."

You surmise that the doors would lead to random places, even if it was physically impossible.

Montgomery wrapped an arm around you. "This is my spouse, they just burst in from one of those magic doors. Somethin's wrong, though. They can't speak, they couldn't remember me either."

You were unnerved at how the other man never blinked, just staring at the two of you owlishly.

"Maybe yours would show up later today or tomorrow. But just... Just be ready to have them break your heart like this." Montgomery laughed bitterly as he stroked your hair.

"What is your name?" His smooth, commanding yet gentle baritone voice asked you. It appears that he's expecting a certain answer.

You dug deeper into Montgomery's side, knowing that you can't say it.

"It's (name). They understand English and they can make noises... really loud ones too, but they can't say words." Montgomery answered for you. "Oh! And, Sweetie, this is Yves. He's also tryin' to figure out how this place works."

You nodded and brought your attention back to Yves.

There were a few beats of silence until it was broken by your frantic yelling; you saw the door materialize itself behind the lithe man and it disturbed you to no end. Montgomery struggled to hush you, as Yves stood there unmoving.

"...I see." He finally replied, holding a hauntingly blank look on his gorgeous face. Yves stared at you for a duration that made you and Montgomery much more uncomfortable. You felt like the stranger was etching every groove, every trace of your identity into his brain. You felt naked.

He closed his eyes and took a deep but silent breath. "Please excuse me, I have somewhere to be." Yves finally dismissed himself and left the room, softly closing the door behind him. It then, phased out of existence, leaving a smooth yet somewhat peeling, aging wall. It blended in with the area.

Yves appeared in the middle of the living room again. Where he found himself facing an audience, perplexed and disturbed at the fact that Yves suddenly manifested out of thin air. But it wasn't as bad as their first encounter with such anomalies, these had happened enough for them to accept it as somewhat mundane.

Yves stood there, averting his gaze as a stray tear rolled down his cheek. He appears to be preoccupied with something, as he didn't wipe the droplet off, instead allowing it to drip down his chin.

"What happened?" Asked the man who bore a familial resemblance to Yves, except he had copper eyebrows and hazel irises. He lounges leisurely on the sofa, holding a flute of champagne between his manicured fingers.

Yves spared each of them an unreadable glance, before wordlessly walking away.

[pad-paper-pen]

"— Where do I want to be? Either way you'll be there with me!"

the leveret 🐇🌾 & the kid 🐐🌼

inspired by characters of the wonderful @yaelokre 🌾💛 💚

[kasperwings]

if you summon the wasteland elder in orbit and you too can sit in the palm of their hand (with levitation emote)

(screenshot as reference)

the lighting was way worse before i tried to edit it

[willowbirds]

My theory for Cole’s backstory in Meadowlark.

Yaelokre has recently confirmed that Cole’s backstory has nothing to do with a war, so I would like to pitch my theory on what I think happened in Cole’s past. (Keep in mind this is just a theory)

(Heads up that this is long and also looking into songs that have only been preformed live and have no studio recording yet)

First let’s look at Hayfields. This was the first EP that introduced many of us to the world of Meadowlark, and while the most popular song is Harpy Hare, I want to discuss the first song in the EP, Hartebeest.

It’s a lovely song where the singer mentions that they hear the sound of hartebeest approaching. It could just be a fun tune, but it’s pre chorus and ending sing “Little Rabbit. Run, run, run, run, run.” And who is a rabbit in this story? Cole, who wears a rabbit mask. It is likely that this song is from Cole’s perspective, especially considering the lyrics from My Farewell to the fields.

“I could hear and that’s enough, the clashing of the hoards. Hoof by hoof, horn by horn, raging song and an encore.”

This is the line that I think made people think that Cole experienced some sort of war, however, I believe this is just them when they were little witnessing hartebeest traveling and possibly seeing them fight and possibly being scared by them.

The song mentions that it couldn’t speak and only hum a tune, but is eventually met with a chorus, likely from someone else. Perhaps a Harker. The Storyteller.

This is where I bring up the trailer for Songs of Origin. Within Yaelokre’s live performances, they transition from one song to the next with stories, and there is a story within the trailer.

“What once was a hamlet left to play pretend, remained a scarecrow, a hen, and a leveret.”

All that remains of Cole’s home is them, a woman, and the Storyteller. The woman asks the Storyteller why the child was not taken. They tell her that the child does not belong here and that she should take it away. Saying that places forget, yet stories remember.

My Farewell to the Fields ends with, “Sought and safe behind a wing, my farewell to the fields, to the man made of straw, to my name, to the hills.”

Cole was taken away from the fields they hid in and left with a hen, it is also likely that they didn’t know that the scarecrow was the Storyteller, since they refer to it as ‘the man made of straw’ even though the Storyteller uses they/it pronouns.

Continuing with this idea, I want to bring up Kid and Leveret, an unreleased song about Cole and Clementine that you can listen to on Yaelokre’s Instagram. The first verse and chorus are about Cole and reiterate some of the previously known moments, but with some extra detail.

(There are no official lyrics yet so bare with me)

“Found and forgotten, fields of flaxen, I was the leveret in hiding. Rowdy and rigorous, they reave and rally, where the houses once stood.” I will get to what I believe actually happened to Cole’s home later, but this continues to confirm that Cole hid among the fields for who knows how long, witnessing many things happening in what remains of their home.

“‘Beyond the valley, come hither’ said the feathered lady.” This is likely the hen, the woman, and the wing Cole sings about, meaning that it was found by someone and beckoned away from the remains of their home, likely at the behest of the Storyteller.

So, let’s recap so far. Cole was the sole person left after something ‘took’ their home away. They stay for who knows how long, witnessing the migration of hartebeest. One day, a feathered lady arrived and beckoned Cole to leave the fields, not knowing that she was told by the Storyteller to take them away so their story can be told. “Places forget, stories remember.” As Cole leaves, they see a scarecrow standing in the fields.

Now, what did happen to Cole’s home? Well now we have to look at the Croon.

From the Songs of Origins trailer, “Far fled the Croon to cry for its mother, the promise to reave life, to make way for another.”

On Yaelokre’s old, now deactivated, tumblr page, they explained some of the meaning behind And The Hound. They explained that there used to be a foolish king who was warned by the Storyteller, the Bell Ringer, and the Enkindeled (in the form of a hound) of the Croon approaching, but the king did not listen. The song is basically a warped version of that tale, making it seem like ‘the hound’ is the reason all this happened. (I could have mistaken something, but I’m doing my best).

“But this is from their old tumblr, the story could have easily changed!” It could have, except for the fact that a kingdom is mentioned in Kid and Leveret.

(Again there are no official lyrics yet so I’m doing my best with what I got.)

“There used to be a kingdom for a foolish man to see(?). Then he put his arms over his face and (???). (Continue a little bit) What is left is a hamlet and the (???) of yore(?).” The Croon came to the kingdom and ‘reaved life’ like it was promised.

On the SIGWA nd KUWAGO YouTube channel, there is a live performance of a song called Reaver that starts with a story about the Croon being worshipped and disappearing in search of something. Perhaps it is its mother it is searching for, and while on this search it took a kingdom along with it.

SO 👏 What’s the full theory?

Well TL;DR, A kingdom used to exist, with large valleys surrounding it. One day, the king was warned by the Harkers that the Croon was coming, but he didn’t listen. He ignored them and pretended that nothing was going to happen. One day the Croon arrived in search of something, and when they didn’t find it, they took the kingdom with it, fleeing far away and crying out for its mother. All that remained was a child.

The child was young and couldn’t speak, but it could hide in the fields, listen, and hum a tune as the hartebeest migrated. One day a feathered woman arrived and sought to take the child with her, away from the ruins and beyond the valley. This woman asked the Storyteller, who had been standing in the fields, why the child was not taken. The Storyteller told her that the child doesn’t belong here, that she should take it far and give it a name. Saying that places forget, yet stories remember.

So the woman took the child with her, and the child said farewell to fields and to a scarecrow that stood within them.

[tharannas]

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me so I say

Original video by Yaleokre

[marysmirages]

Nutie (2023)

Little cute leveret

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

[tanejineri]

autism is a spectrum

no way

no fukcing way

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

Reminder to check out FNAF Flipside!!!!

[thepapermice]