#the croon

[yaelokre]

[scrolpencer]

Bones lost to earth Songs of Origin mentioned The Croon once and immediately I was not well

[yourdeepestfathoms]

The you have any headcanon about Perrine and The Croon?

Perrine has an affinity for skulls because of The Croon, and they’re mainly the reason why she likes to collect them

The Croon refers to her as “calf”

Perrine sometimes catches glimpses of a tall figure out of her window at night, standing among the distant trees, hidden by just enough shadow to make her wonder if she’s just seeing things

The Croon gifts her skulls, bones, and small dead animals

When people say The Croon is evil, she’s the first to jump to its defense

However, Perrine does have a healthy dose of fear for The Croon

She doesn’t know why this is

But there’s always a level of wariness she feels towards it

There was this one night…

It was cold. The wind was blowing. Branches brushing against the cottage were like clawing fingers on the walls, desperate to get inside.

Perrine woke up.

Or maybe she had never fallen asleep in the first place.

She couldn’t remember.

It didn’t matter.

She got up from her bed.

All around her, the moonlight bleeding in through her window pooled ghoulishly into the empty black eyes of her animal skulls.

It felt like they were all watching her.

At first, she had gotten up to get a glass of water. Her mouth was dry, and the space behind her eyes was uncomfortably warm. But at the same time, she was covered in goosebumps.

But then, she found herself drawn outside.

Grass crunched under bare feet.

She didn’t even flinch from the cold.

Like she was in some kind of trance, she found herself delving into the woods.

And then, she saw it.

The towering beast of feathers and bone. It stood among the trees, nearly obscured by darkness.

The Croon.

She was scared.

She wasn’t sure why she was scared. She based her whole image around this beast, after all. She wore the moose mask because of it.

And yet…she trembled.

And then, she spoke.

“What’s the point of you?”

She asked it without thinking. It was a question that had been brewing in her head for ages.

“I mean…you embody and represent chaos…”

The Croon tilted their head for a moment, as if considering the question. The quiet night air was tense.

“Chaos…is beautiful and destructive. It’s everywhere, and it’s all-consuming. It doesn’t need any apparent purpose. It merely is. It destroys and makes and changes…over and over again. That is what I represent. Change is necessary. Everything must die, and from the destruction, something new is born. After a wildfire, flowers will bloom from the ashes.”

“But people like the flowers. Not the fire.”

“Perhaps. But they need the fire. They need the chaos and the change. Even if it destroys them. There is no new life without death, and there is no death without chaos.”

“But, you still destroy things. Why can’t you have something new without destruction? Why change?”

“Destruction..is just part of the cycle. It’s a part of change. There is beauty in decay. Death and destruction can be…art. The changing of the seasons, the wilting of flowers, the withering fall leaves… Even the most positive change is destruction for something else. Destruction and chaos are required for rebirth, for evolution. Because of change, everything is different, and everything is unique. There are no two things that are exactly the same, down to the last detail.”

“My friend, Cole, lost their parents in a horrible way. Is that supposed to be beautiful? Or necessary?”

“…Perhaps not. Not all destruction is beautiful or necessary. But not all death is cruel or senseless either. After all…without death, would you appreciate life at all? When an animal dies, and it decomposes, the earth gains the nutrients it gives to grow new flowers and new grass. New life. Even a death as horrible and cruel as that can still give new life to the plants and earth around it. It is the same with humans. A death, even a cruel and horrible one, can lead to new life for the remaining family or loved ones…or to the end of a destructive, hurtful cycle.”

“Cole has suffered since their parents’ death. There was no hurtful cycle to break! It’s not fair!”

“Death isn’t fair.”

Its voice had dropped to a low, almost guttural growl that shook her to the bones. But its empty eye sockets still held an eerie sense of calm.

“Life…isn’t fair. People die. Families are torn apart, homes and villages are destroyed. It’s the nature of the world. It’s a necessary evil.”

“…I don’t want to be a necessary evil.”

[jellybeanartt]

Hello again wonderfolk!! 🌱

We haven't been posting much due to us being so busy recently, however we've still taken the time to draw to participate in Yaelokre month🌾 :>

Here's days 1 through 9 for all of you to view and enjoy!! We will try and be more daily with our posts from here on out for Yaelokre month haha :) 🌻

[artistic-aristocrat]

Miscellaneous Meadowlark headcanons for your consumption

-Perrine snorts when she laughs; not just a light chuckle, chortle, or snicker oh no no no! only when it's a side-splitting full-bodied Guffaw of a laugh that makes her snort, but getting them to laugh that hard is like trying to find a unicorn.

° once Kingsley told a joke that actually got Perrine cackling like mad. since then Kingsley now affectionately(/p) refers to them as the "Boar-Bellower " because she was snorting like a swine for ten solid minutes (Perrine, to no ones surprise, hates this nickname)

- the Croon attends tea parties held by Clémentine regularly.

° it started because one day Croon was looking for Perrine to tell her something but peaked it's head in through the wrong window in the middle of Clémentine hosting a tea party with for their stuffed animals and the conversation went something like

Clémentine: oh my harker...are you the Croon?!

Croon: indeed I am, apologies for the disturbance young kid, I was searching for the calf...

Clémentine: oh Perrine? She's away on errands right now...but while you're here would you like a scone?

Croon: ..I suppose it wouldn't hurt to partake in simple pleasures for a moment, toss it in to my mouth for I'm afraid i cannot reach-

From then on it just became a monthly event for them (honest to god so tempted to turn it in to a fic 🤭 silly bird-moose and goat child dynamic is fun)

[spacejamsdj]

Your final challenge.. Draw the harkers

Aw hell yeah jigsaw you the GOAT! 😁

[pad-paper-pen]

"... The Croon was worshipped as she pranced among trees, towering castles kings claimed to be prevailing..."

— 🌾 🪕

an artistic interpretation based of a mere part of an introduction to a story I've been longing to hear since i first learned its name.

while it may regard the task of telling every tale to high regard, it appears there's a reason that what is true falls under another Harker's domain... 🪵

[mutt-sys]

Yaelokre "headcanons" (that are actually just pseudo memories coming from a Perrine fictive cause I miss my source) enjoy!! Please lemme know if anyone wants more!

DISCLAIMER:none of this is canon and this is coming from a fictive who has source memories of these events!!!

Clementine and Cole tried so hard to hide their relationship in the beginning, they'd sneak around and pass glances every chance they'd get. Until eventually Perrine(me) and Kingsley walked in on them cuddled up and asleep together, Kingsley teased Cole for a week.

Perrine(me) hated being seen as the mother figure, they'd always get upset if someone even insinuated it. The others understood this and made it a point to not cross an unspoken boundary with them, Kingsley will lightly tease sometimes.

Cole likes to have flowers braided into their hair, Kingsley jokes about it until Clemmie braids some into his hair and then eventually into Perrine's(me) hair. Cole ends up sneezing all the flowers out because of allergies, poor thing.

Kingsley has sprained their ankles quite a few times and will cry about it until the pain subsides, they're very dramatic but they know when enough is enough. Same goes for sickness, the winter time is a bad time for all and Kingsley absolutely hates getting sick.

Perrine(me) befriended a few woodland creatures by feeding them left overs or spoiled things from dinner, such as apples and berries and occasionally the rotten meat for the fox that lives near them.

The kids all hate thunderstorms, so whenever one rolls around they all huddle up in someone's bed (Usually Perrine's) And they'll cuddle it out, Cole will sing sometimes to distract everyone from what's going on.

Kingsley once befriended a stray dog from town, it now lives with the kids. His name is Otis, the kids absolutely adore him and he keeps them safe and happy.

Perrine(me) had a weird relationship with the Croon, they had enough respect and fear of them. The Croon would gift them meats and bones for stew and food, Perrine always made an effort to return the favor with gifts in return.

[scftm1ttens]

@yourdeepestfathoms surprise! :D

[ann1e-on-earth]

Tried to draw The Croon, ending up looking a bit weird but overall I like it !!

[gavotte-paradisio]

Day 9 (The Croon):

Are you the source of my sorrow

Or is your hand a source of aid?

Porque nada aqui é claro?

Have I need to be afraid?

Estou realmente louca?

Or will you come again?

Vou cantar até ficar rouca

And pray I can call you friend

(Oops, I dropped my 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

I mean, if it wasn't Brazilian enough to borrow lyrics from Se Essa Rua Fosse Minha (a Brazilian nursery rhyme) for the chorus of Alone, now I'm straight up throwing in Portuguese lyrics because I couldn't find a rhyme for sorrow that made sense. But yeah, this is sort of a part two to Day 7's snippet, since the Mad Herald's maybe-prophetic and very weird dreams are about the Croon! Also I skipped Day 8 because the prompt was the Enkindled and I couldn't come up with anything because we know next to nothing about them, which is sad because I love their vibe.)

[housefreak]

⬇⬇ Definitive ranking of songs in The Croon ⬇⬇

Lullaby - i had a habit of looping this song for 2-6 hours every night in july and august of 2018. & it's abt jfk's assassination..

BOTE BOIZ - check out our thighs as we pump and sweat. the water ain't the only thing that's making you wet. (BOTE BOIZ)

Glass Box - just like YOU(2018-) but better in every way

Don't Eat the Poison - she'll jfk you. she cooked up the poison.

Final Montage - shooting Ducks . HEY HO

The Wedding - A WEDDING. IS ALL ABOUT THE CANAPES !!

Best Part of Waking Up - the Best part of waking up is seeing that prince butt. please dont sue us folgers.....

Croon Credits - I THINK YOU COULD ALSO DRAW PARALLELS TO POKEMON !

Churchy's Coming Through - manipulate, manslaughter, mantoy

First Date - GAY SEX !! and video games about shooting Ducks .

Cooking up the King Meat - cannibalism fancam

We'll Be Married - was stuck in my head for a month and a half

Quarterstern's Plot - queen. marry me quartersten

Trains! - phallop is so happy <3

Ode to Video Games - he BROKE. george's HEART while hes DYING

Invention Suspension - churchy stop running away :(

The Croon Theme - its SO hard being a monarch boohoo grow up.

King Meat Day - PLEASe let us, the poor, have some cannibalism please please please

The Talk - the talk is just talking about having the talk btw

[caelichythcat]

tfw you loved it

[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

[jellybeanartt]

Day 11 - The Harkers 🌻

[necrophiliak]