𓈒༢ Yarrow (the) Bell-ringer Graphic
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; new to editblr,, 🐇🌾 This style is inspired by @preyr , If he needs me to take anything down I will ;~3
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headcanon that the Harkers will sometimes bring their respective kids gifts, left outside their door or on their window sill
The Storyteller and Yarrow bring Cole and Clémmie various trinkets, such as little bottles full of crystals, bells, and other shiny objects.
The Enkindled brings Kingsley flowers, crystals, and other cool rocks.
and then The Croon brings Perrine…bones and dead animals.
Clémentine: cool, i got some bells!!
Cole: i got a quill!
Kingsley: i got some quartz!
Clémentine: what did you get, Perrine?
Perrine, holding a dead rat by the tail: i got a dead rat
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My brain referred to Yarrow and Clémmie as 'The Carillon and the Glockenspiel' earlier today and I think someone ought to know that
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ITS FINALLY DONE ! BELLSTRUM!
The meme has died out but my adoration for this silly married couple is thriving as ever !! Thank you for ur patience if you've been waiting for it from the colentine version 🙇🙇🙇
>> Part One (unmasked colentine version) (1/3)
>> Part Two (masked colentine version) (2/3)
>> THIS POST is Part Three (3/3)
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Yarrow/ the bellringer 🐐🔔🌾
Yarrow probably has one of my favorite designs out of all yaelokre's characters
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Your final challenge.. Draw the harkers
Aw hell yeah jigsaw you the GOAT! 😁
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Whumptober Snippet 3
She ends up stumbling into a clearing that is dappled in white daisies and bisected by a trickling river. And what she sees within this clearing is like a branch being swung directly at her teeth.
A person donned in clothing of golden straw, sits atop a moss-matted rock, strumming at a guitalele as they sing a ditty. A humanoid goat, their fur dusted in pollen and spotted with leaves, dances around them, the bells they’re adorned with jingling with every movement, yet their hooves barely rustle the flowers beneath them.
Perrine blinks.
And then she blinks again.
And then she rubs her eyes—and accidentally smears blood on her face in the process because, right, they were dirty.
Is she hallucinating? Is blood loss making her see things? There’s no way…
It’s the Storyteller and Yarrow the Bellringer.
She’s definitely hallucinating. You don’t just see the Harkers. Not like this, at least.
Of course, Perrine has met the Croon before, but she’s never been privy to the appearance of the other three. She knows it’s the same for her friends. They’ve all interacted with the Harker they share the likeness of but nothing beyond that.
Is this sacrilegious? Is she going to be struck down for glimpsing them? The Harkers aren’t gods, but they aren’t regular people either. They’re greater, more powerful than the average Joe. Seeing them in such a casual setting seems wrong in a way she can’t explain.
She should probably leave. She can hobble a bit further, and she doesn’t want to concern these two with her little problem anyway.
However, as she’s attempting to slowly back away, a sharp bolt of pain shoots up her injured leg, and she can’t stop the hiss that escapes her lips. She quickly bites her tongue, but it’s too late.
Yarrow is the first to notice her. Their head whips around at an almost frightening speed, and their eyes fall upon her. They go stiff immediately, their ears perking straight up; goats are prey animals, after all.
Then, the Storyteller notices. They stop singing and strumming, lifting their head, and even though she can’t see their eyes beneath their broad-brimmed straw hat, they’re most certainly looking at her.
A beat passes. They all just stare at each other like startled deer.
Oh dear god. This is terrifying.
Why are you just standing there?!
Say something! Anything!
“Wonderful weather we’ve been having…?”
OH MY GOD.
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