#yarrow the bellringer

[lucydoodlessometimes]

GAH more @yaelokre your guys.................

non yaelokre and fan individuals look for their music on spotify/youtube by the same name i love these guys and i cant write captions. please enjoy this meadowlark friends

[theleverethiding]

𓈒༢ Bell-Ringer & The Storyteller

matching Graphics / requested

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[mmdvor]

It could be us

[mybrainisslowlyboiling]

Just fucking "Kingsley" I can't

Only further pressing my theory that Kingsley was raised by wolves and named themselves/j

[yourdeepestfathoms]

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

[ann1e-on-earth]

Fuck characters who I would be comfortable alone with, here’s characters that i would be scared to be alone with!!

-Stolas Goetia (Helluva Boss). THIS DUDE IS A FUCKING 10 FEET TALL OWL DEMON. ALSO I FIND HIS VOICE SCARY FOR SOME REASON

-Yarrow The Bellringer (Yaelokre). Like it’d be cool in theory to meet them but be fr you’d be TERRIFIED if a super tall goat-puppet thing dressed like a 1750s fancy person was even in the same building as you

-Charley (Sally Face). HE’S GROSS LOOKING OK??

-The Storyteller (Yaelokre). Okay ig they wouldn’t be THAT scary but they looked lowkey insane in the Songs Of Origin trailer 😭😭

-Grunkle Stan. He probably couldn’t actually harm me very much but he makes me mildly uncomfortable

[gavotte-paradisio]

My brain referred to Yarrow and Clémmie as 'The Carillon and the Glockenspiel' earlier today and I think someone ought to know that

[mewpirate]

I NEED YARROW CONTENT I NEED YARROW CONTENT I NEED YARROW CONTENT I NEED YARROW CONTENT

[mixter-crown]

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)

[batabids]

the bellringer - day 3

[d-llahanspade]

Wenclair in the style of Yaelokre

I LOVE Yaelokre, currently one of my favourite artists, both for their music and art!

I’m not great at copying other people’s art styles but I hope I did all right?

(suggested by @sbgonpaws )

[wuacksnack]

Yarrow/ the bellringer 🐐🔔🌾

Yarrow probably has one of my favorite designs out of all yaelokre's characters

[theleverethiding]

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

[perrine-enthusiast]

Found this on Pinterest ⬇️

[mybrainisslowlyboiling]

Harker headcanons 👹👹

And my own words come back to haunt me once again.

But here you go!

Yaelokre • Harker Headcannons

I believe The Croon and The Bellringer would be the best at caring for children (in that the Croon would theoretically be good at it but wouldn't really care enough about anyone who wasn't Perrine).

The Bellringer would be very caring and loving and gentle but would 100% pull a Rose from Steven Universe and let a baby climb a ferris wheel "because they wanted to".

The Croon, on the other hand, is very apathetic and abrasive, but believe it or not, a good listener. They would definitely sit and listen to a child's ramblings with rapt attention.

They would also probably be the only Harker to ya know, know well enough to not let a child die. (In my mind the Harkers fall into the foolish god trope where they know NOTHING of mortality and humans and it's very funny).

TLDR: Need a babysitter? Don't call the Harkers. Your child is NOT surviving.

Call the Lark, they'd probably also let your baby climb a ferris wheel but they have the plot armor to get away with it.

The Harkers will just randomly show up at the Lark's home and just hang around for the day, and I mean that quite literally. They'll just show up and follow around their specific ward for a while.

(In all honesty, they love them so much they have to refrain from showing up too often, as they are convinced being around too much will cause the Lark to grow reliant and branch off from one another and disrupt The Order.)

Cole and Clém are always very excited when Story and Yarrow show up. They'll play games with them whilst showing them cool things they've found and relaying stories of their recent adventures.

Perrine views The Croons arrival as some sort of doomsday warning and will start freaking out internally. (cue Grunkle Stan stocking up on canned food and telling everyone to bury their gold).

Most of the time The Croon will visit its really just to see what Perrine's up to, but it's not really Perrine's fault for being scared either. As instead of just showing up in their house one morning to say hello like Story and Yarrow, Perrine will just wake up one morning and look out their window to find The Croon just staring at them from across a field, or poking their head out from in-between trees.

Bro is NOT here for social interaction. They just wanna see how their little scrumbly is doing.

Everytime Kingsley wakes up to find the fucking Storyteller standing in their kitchen or something they get a little salty.

"Bro, what are you even DOING here?"

(This one is mostly a joke in actuality, Kingsley loves each Harker equally and swears that they are here to bless Kingsley themselves personally every time one visits even if it has NOTHING to do with them)

The only time the Enkindled really comes by is during group efforts when even The Croon is forced to socialize (much to their dismay, the croon doesn't care about any of these other mistakes they call children), that or if Kingsley was in some kind of distress or impending danger.

Kindle is the most protective over their ward (in terms of honor anyway)

"You CANNOT speak of my ward like that!"

"When's the last time you've even SEEN THEM?!"

The Croon isn't as juvenilely defensive of Perrine in conversation but will kill every other organism in the galaxy and lay them at Perrine's feet without even being prompted.

Kindle and The Croon believe they are each the most normal of the Harkers respectively. Cause how could it possibly be The Storyteller or The Bellringer? Those disgusting lovebirds going on picnic dates in fields of flowers and collecting little rocks and trinkets to give to the children. It's an abomination.

I dont quite know how this would work or why, but I believe the Harkers have some kind of spiritual connection with each of their respective Larks. They can sense when they're in danger or scared or in pain, or even when they're overwhelmingly happy.

I imagine any time any of them feel some type of emotion from their lark, all they want to do is go to them. But, oh no, the nonexistent Order.

"They'll work it out themselves and become stronger for it"

*Cue Cole fucking drowning in quicksand or something*

The Croon does not abide by The Order, they are overly attached and won't admit it.

Kindle has the opposite problem.

Croon: Aren't you going to check on your ward?

Kindle: Nah, they're tough, they'll figure it out.

Yarrow: With all due respect we all have an overwhelming sense of dread and death, you should see to that they're alright.

Kindle: Hey, I said they'll be- *gets knocked out and dragged*

As much as The Croon does not care about Kingsley, they hate the idea of the Enkindled not doing their job even more.

I also imagine this as The Harker's just going about their day. Yarrow and Story will be on a nice walk and then all of a sudden Story just fucking collapses to the ground. Yarrow is so confused and only mildy worried meanwhile Cole's having a panic attack and is convinced the world is ending.

Like Clémentine, Yarrow can be quite affectionate.

When they come by, they'll pull Clém into their lap as they talk to them and kiss the top of their head.

This would be very sweet, if only Story hadn't seen and decided they wanted to do the same.

Story is just a silly little guy who loves all these silly little children, and is oblivious to their silly little acts, not quite having the desired effect.

To put it simply... an act once perceived as so sweet is actually rather jarring coming from the silly little hay man.

Story: *picks each child up whilst squeezing them aggressively and placing kisses on the crowns of their heads.*

Cole: *bewildered and dazed*

Kingsley: *now has hay stuck in their hair*

Perrine: ....thanks..

Bonus from the last headcannons post: The Storyteller with children:

[yourdeepestfathoms]

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.