Poorly describe a weirdly cool movie scene.

Mine would be: “Skeletons fight against invisible giant monsters that are covered in snow and cotton candy, while funky disco music is playing in the background”

eva green as miss peregrine is gorgeous

i crave to hold you in my arms and kiss your precious little face. ur touch on my ribs i will love eternally.

Alma Peregrine x Fem!Reader: A Breath of Change

Summary: the-obscurity requested “Do you have anything for Miss Peregrine x Reader where they go to swim thing like a amusement park or fair (I knkw ots probably unrealistic but it’s fun)”

A/N: I’m not back yet, but I wanted to post something. Happy loop day!!

Tag List:@littlewitch-things@escapetodreamworld@ghostsunderstoodmysoul@multifandomfix@imtrashinflames@nonbinary-cryptid-baby@evil-feather@elenaguarnieri

Warning(s):None

With your hands on Claire’s shoulders, you watched her pull back and launch the ball forward. It seemed to be going off course and you winced. Then it abruptly righted itself, slamming perfectly into the stacked milk bottles. You blinked as Claire cheered. The runner of the stall also looked surprised, handing over the promised prize with wide eyes.

“Did you see, Miss Y/N?” Claire asked, whirling around, the bear cuddled close to her chest.

“I did, Claire. I’m very impressed with your aim.” You smiled.

You ruffled her curls fondly. She offered a crooked smile, grasping at your hand and pulling you along the stalls to another. Instead of a lovely little stuffed treasure, Claire pointed out a kewpie doll. It had the pouting face of a baby with a patch of light hair on its chalkware head. You tried not to wince at the prizes staring back at you.

A group of grinning chalkware clowns at your side sent a shiver down your spine. Why anyone found them charming was beyond you. You could handle many things–being peculiar almost ensured that–but you drew the line at clowns. Though if she’d asked, you likely would have given in.

“Are you sure this is what you want, sweet girl?” You asked softly.

This stall was rather busy compared to the others. Something about the kewpie doll attracted carnival attendants to it, eager to spend their money in hopes of taking it home. You shuffled around large groups of disappointed people with Claire. No matter what, no one seemed capable of winning it. You didn’t want Claire to get her hopes up.

“Yes!” She nodded.

The eager, happy smile on her face broke your resolve. You nodded and ushered her to the counter. A scruffy man in need of a shave took the offered money. In return, he handed you a handful of rings. You handed them to Claire.

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smirk on his lips. He went through the rules quickly with those near the counter; four rings over four bottles in a line. It seemed simple enough, but his smirk left you suspicious.

Claire handed her bear to you. You caught a nervous look on her face, setting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up with curiosity.

“Just do your best, Claire-bear.”

She nodded and turned back to the bottles. With a word from the stall runner, everyone began. Children and their parents cheered all around you, encouraging their children with loud exclamations. The noise almost distracted you from the starling accuracy of Claire’s rings.

One, two, three–the rings swung around the necks of the milk bottles in a line. You, as well as those around you, watched with bated breath. Claire released the final ring and you narrowed your eyes. Moments before landing around the bottle, there was an infinitesimal hesitation of the ring. Not enough for anyone else to notice, but you clocked it easily.

You watched Claire with a knowing look. She didn’t notice, too overwhelmed with her excitement at having won the prize she wanted. The man running the game muttered a curse as he handed over the doll. Thanking him and avoiding the shocked glances of the families around you, the two of you walked from the stall.

Claire practically buzzed with excitement. Before reaching another stall, you stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She looked up, her grin dimming at the serious look on your face.

“What have Miss Peregrine and I said about cheating?” You asked patiently.

She looked down at her feet, shuffling them. You waited. Crowds milled around you, some whispering about the doll in Claire’s arms, others laughing about their day. Finally, Claire said, “That we shouldn’t do it.”

“That’s right, Claire. And why shouldn’t we do it?”

“It takes away from people who win the right way.”

‘Precisely. I’m very disappointed in you–and you too, Millard–for cheating today.” You said, casting a glance to the side. The gasp let you know you’d located him with success.

With sadness marring her precious face, Claire held out the doll to you. You felt your chest squeeze painfully. She’d been so happy at winning her prizes. You didn’t want to ruin her day by taking them from her, not when it was unlikely you’d return to the carnival again.

“Keep them,” You said slowly, trying not to smile at the happiness on her face, “but if this happens again, I’m not going to be so lenient. Do you understand?”

Claire nodded, throwing her little arms around your waist. You set your own on the top of her head, brushing through her curls comfortingly. You were glad none of the older children were around. If they had been, you know they’d tease you about your failed attempt at discipline. Despite your best efforts, your large heart made you soft, letting the children get away with far more than they should.

The facts of the situation should have dawned on you earlier. Though Millard was meant to be with Olive and Hugh, you knew you had no way of ensuring that. He was a tricky boy. His well-meaning and playful nature kept you from being too upset.

“My, Claire, what have you won?” A silky smooth voice asked, drawing your eyes upward.

Alma stood with a smile on her face, a twin holding onto each of her hands. In their other hands they had their own stuffed bears. You crouched and they rushed to you, holding their bears out with excited chittering. Claire eagerly regaled Alma with the tale of her victories–leaving out the extra help she received from Millard.

Your eyes drifted up to the ymbryne, her eyes already on you. They darted between meeting your own and focusing on Claire. Even in the light heat of the summer, Alma was completely unruffled. Her hair was coiffed to perfection and not a single wrinkle marred her dress. She was beautiful.

Emma appeared with Horace and Fiona in tow, carrying their own treasures. The three had opted for more edible delights. You moved to Alma’s side while all of the children went through the events of their day so far.

“How did Claire manage to win such prizes?” Alma murmured, an eyebrow climbing up her forehead.

“Pure luck, I suppose.” You lied.

Alma’s eyebrow didn’t budge. Neither did your neutral expression. A small smirk pulled at her lips, making you smile in return. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the smirk from her lips. Her beauty was intoxicating.

She seemed to sense your desire, though you guessed it was written on your face. For a moment her gaze left yours to address the group, “Children, I want you to go with Emma. Miss Y/N and I wish to take a turn about the area.”

All of the eyes on you were knowing, with the exception of the younger three. Emma even sent a smirk your way. You stuck your tongue out at her, not caring how childish it was. She laughed and herded the children away from you two. Then Alma took your arm in her own, ignoring the glances of passerby, and walked leisurely through the carnival.

You trusted her to guide the both of you through the crowds. Your eyes were focused on her face the entire time; admiring the curve of her brow, her sharp jaw, the side profile of her nose–all of it. There was nothing about her that didn’t make you breathless.

On a normal day, you’d have a proper hold on your affectionate gazes. Today was anything but normal. You’d woken up to an empty bed, eagerly pestered by your excited children. Something about taking the ferry to the mainland for the carnival. It was news to you, which was intended given the way Alma grinned at breakfast.

So caught up in the whirlwind of preparations and typical morning routines, you’d missed your time with Alma. That perfect little window of time before the sun rose where it was just you two. You’d be wrapped in each other’s arms, murmuring back and forth about anything that came to mind. It was the one part of the day where Alma was completely herself. Not Miss Peregrine, the prim and proper headmistress, but yourbird.

You failed to realize how important that time was to you until today. Now your hands itched to pull her closer, tempted to say ‘society be damned’ for just a moment and kiss her. Only the fear of repercussions held you back. Alma wasn’t one for public affection, she’d be cross if you forced her hand.

“I’m pleased to see the twins have their own stuffed bears now.” You commented.

“Mm. As am I. Now they can find other items to fight over.” Alma said, smirking as she glanced at you. You let a chuckle escape.

“They don’t have many items you can split in half perfectly. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“We’ll make it work.”

Alma patted your arm. You knew what that meant; she’d do her best to fix the situation, but you’d be the one stopping a meltdown. The less screeching in the house the better.

It was only then that you looked in front of you. She was weaving in and out of crowds, obviously on a mission to get somewhere.You had no idea where she was taking you and she offered no hints.

“Alma, where are we going?” You asked finally.

“Emma mentioned something titled a ‘hall of mirrors.’ I can’t imagine staring at oneself is exciting, but I’d like to find out.”

You bit your lip to keep from grinning. Sometimes you really did forget what time you were in, how a hall of mirrors was a wonder to the people around you. You were glad to be accompanying Alma. She was knowledgeable on many things in the future, this obviously was not one of them.

Over the heads of passersby, you caught a wooden sign with sloppy paint reading ‘Hall of Mirrors.’ There was no line outside the door to your surprise. You remembered passing briefly earlier in the day, when a winding line had wrapped around the building.

Alma tugged you inside without hesitation. Her eyes darted back and forth in the dim lighting, taking in the reflective surfaces. Then she stepped in front of one and gasped. Her perfect legs were 2x longer than the rest of her torso, wildly altering her proportions. She paid you no mind as she dragged you to the next one. Instead, this one shrunk her completely.

“These mirrors are broken.” She stated, turning and looking at herself in horror from multiple angles.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. As soon as it echoed off of the walls, you clapped a hand over your mouth. Alma whipped around to glare at you.

“I hardly see what is so funny.” She said, arms folded over her chest.

“Nothing. Nothing is funny.” You lied.

Alma said nothing, but her face did all of the talking. Her raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes pierced your facade. You tried to offer a sweet smile, nothing changed.

“I just never expected you to be so angry that something did what it was intended to.” You said, a grin breaking through the serious mask you attempted to craft.

“The point of this place is to give children and adults a lack of aesthetic autonomy?”

You blinked at her choice of words. Slowly, you recovered, and shook your head. She wasn’t too far off, but that gave it a negative connotation.

“It’s meant to be silly, Alma. Look,” You grinned, stepping in front of one, “Don’t I look funny?”

“No. You look delightful, as always.” Alma shook her head.

For a split second, you believed she was completely serious. She was on the front of finding you beautiful, but a small grin spread across her face as she also stepped before a mirror. Her eyes twinkled in her reflection.

Your face flushed crimson. No matter how many times she complimented you, you never adjusted to it. Perhaps it was the intense affection in her eyes following every compliment.

Alma reached out and took your hand in her own, pulling you to stand beside her. You were surprised when she tilted your head up, placing a gentle and quick kiss on your lips. You stared in awe.

“Hello, my dove.” Alma whispered, kissing your forehead this time.

“Hello.” You smiled.

“Have you enjoyed your day thus far?”

“I have. It was a wonderful idea to bring the children here, they’re having so much fun.”

“They needed a change. Hard as they try, they become restless when nothing changes.”

“Well, you always have the perfect ideas to keep them from getting too restless.” You said. She pressed another kiss to your forehead in thanks.

“And you are very patient with them. Without you, we’d surely descend into madness.”

“A little madness never hurts anyone. After all, you’re a little mad yourself.”

“Mad?” Alma gasped with fake hurt, “I’m no such thing.”

“Right. And I’m not crazy for you—now we’re both liars.” You deadpanned.

A fond look crossed her face as she trailed a finger down your cheek. The light scrape of her nail made you shiver, though in a pleasant way.

“Come, let’s return to our children before they rob every stall they find.” She offered you her arm once more.

Pressing one last, lingering kiss to her lips, you took her arm. She led you from the hall of mirrors and around the corner. All of your children were crowded around Bronwyn as she conquered a strength-based game. Onlookers watched with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

You and Alma shared an amused look. Part of you wondered if that fell under the realm of ‘cheating’ you both had set, but you hardly cared at this point. They were having fun. Nothing mattered more to you than the joy of those you loved and that would never change.

Maybe another day you’d advise the children against using their abilities to best the ordinary. Maybe another day would be one for lessons. But this day was meant for happiness, the joy of new things. Being part of that was enough for you.

Hi everyone! This is the first part of a mini series I hope to begin, showcasing many peculiar’s throughout history. All characters are of my own creation, and in the future I hope to start showcasing some of your peculiar characters as well! I hope you enjoy the first part :^)

Harper Chaaya was born on April 15th, 1914 to a family of wealthy socialites throughout booming 10′s and the roaring 20′s, all nestled in the heart of the vastly developing New York state. All alone in a big home growing up, the young girl shadows would create images of mythical creatures to keep her company. As she aged, she realized the shadows in her room weren’t meant to feared - they were meant to be manipulated. 

Miss. Chaaya is a force to be reckoned with. Ambitious, young and cunning, she knows exactly what she wants. She is the shadows dancing across your walls at night, the moon in the sky that brings on the night. Do not be fooled, however, past the rough exterior lies a playful spirit sashaying her way to success. She enjoys reading, collecting things that shine, and researching those similar to her. 

Eager to be surrounded by her own kind, she is a free spirit, loop hopping through time as she pleases. Legend has it that sometime along the way the young woman’s heart was stolen by an intelligent ymbryne, which in recent years has decreased any confirmed sightings. Current whereabouts? In the shadows…

- With love, Miss Owl

Hi hi everyone!

I want to start this off by giving a HUGE apology for my lack of inactivity over the past month! School started and following close behind was hurricane Florence, so as you can imagine I didn’t have much room for personal endeavors. For everyone wondering: yes! I’m okay, and I miss all of you so much. I’m trying to manage some time to create content for this account, with the new book and everything I hope the fandom has a resurgence, and I plan to become active as soon as possible! For now I’ll work on some side stuff and other fandom related things, and I hope things work out. I hope you’re all doing okay, and once again I apologize for my inactivity!

Love you all,

Ymbryne Ruby <3 

Don’t worry!

I have not given up on this fandom!!! If any other blogs want to band together for collabs and such in hopes to resurrect the fandom in preparation for the new book, just pm me!

Olive: What language do you think Millard thinks in?

Hugh: Bold of you to assume Millard thinks.

i am almost completely certain this fandom is dead, but, it’s been so long that i wanted to say howdy!!

i started this blog when i was 12-13 ish(?), so it’s really crazy to revisit now that i’m a senior in high school getting ready to move halfway across the country for university. time truly is a flat circle.

despite getting locked out of this account long ago (and honestly, drifting away from this fandom), it brings a huge smile to my face to see all of this nostalgia that i had a part in creating, like a digital time capsule :)

i definitely hope to breathe some form of life back into this blog, but maybe shift the focus to my evolved interests (more to come???)

i really hope you’ve all been well in the event that any of you have stuck along long enough to see this ordeal come back full circle!

1. Lean in close.

2. Put your hands in his pockets.

3. Grab his wallet.

4. Don’t kiss him.

5.Run.

if you see me crying over hugh apiston mind your business.

beans.

hello!

so on sunday we sat at around 1,950 and i was like “wow cool, i might hit 2k at the end of the week.”

right now i am almost at 2.1k, so that’s a nice sentiment!

thank you all so so SO much for following and supporting my very not always cool part of this hellsite! i remember hitting 1k and thinking i was literally jesus, so now my ego is through the roof and i am indescribably grateful for every single one of you who has enjoyed and followed my journey since the beginning.

in honor of 2k lovely peculiar children, i will be opening ships for the next week! send in a description of yourself and i’ll ship you with the character i think you fit with most! i’ll also try to push out some additional posts and finally giving you a look at the schedule for ms. swans blog :^)

 once again thank you all so much, my time on this blog has opened me up to a whole new world of amazing people and i love you all so much it’s crazy. <3

Hello again, Ruby here!

I want to start off by expressing how extremely grateful I am for the positive reception of my project idea so far!  I really want this to be something everyone can enjoy and creatively contribute to in one way or another, and I plan on doing my absolute best to make it so. I’ve always considered ways to expand the MPHFPC universe even before I started my blog, so this means a lot to me. :^)

Secondly, I am very excited to announce that I have set up a blog for the project and determined a date to launch my first post, as well as a post schedule. Within the next few days I plan on posting updates on this account, as well as teasing some of the peculiars. I will be posting the schedule, and overall giving more insight and history of the project, as well as things to expect and content I hope to share.

A big part of this project that I will advise is that this is a solely conceived and pursued concept; which allows me to be more expressive with my ideas, but also sets me back a lot more than if I were to be collaborating with a group of people in the community. I hope to be as active and as fast as possible with my content, but this also means I would love for the community to help contribute! This means…

- Do you have any peculiar OC’s, loops, or concepts you’d like to introduce into the mix?

- Do you like my characters? Do you have any ideas, headcanons, or general shitposting type posts to send in about them?

- Are there any posts, comic strips, short stories, or headcanons you’d like to see of my characters?

Send them in! I would LOVE to hear your thoughts, as it would not only give me ideas as to what you want to see, but it also helps me keep things fresh and consistent.

Now, you’re probably waiting for me to finally release the name & blog title, and obviously given that this is the entire point of this post I suppose I could deliver! So without further ado:

I am absolutely delighted to finally introduce…

Ms. Swan’s Home for the Young & Exceptional!

“… Ms. Swan’s Home for the Young & Exceptional can be found through a little door in the back of the Elysian Cafe on Bitburg Alley, a street nestled somewhere hidden in the city of Albany, New York. Emergence into this loop will greet you with a bustling midday scene on the day of Saturday, October 30th, 1994. To locate the home, you must make your way through the bustling shop and down the street, nearing towards the well kept, hard to miss Swan Manor that calls out to you…

… Upon arrival, you will quickly be greeted with a burst of fresh energy: a young woman of a short stature greeting you at the door with a welcoming grin. The emerald in her shirt contrasting beautifully with her blue eyes and the white feather perched in her well-styled hair.

“I had a feeling someone was at the door,” She laughs a laid back energy wrapped around a proper exterior. Though her face is youthful, her eyes gleam with a look that is full of history and stories to tell.

She looks back at the staircase, and it’s for the first time that you take a look past the door. The well decorated home is carefully arranged with a modern-vintage hybrid flare, large paintings adorning the walls and plants placed in free spaces. It has a lived-in quality to it, toys scattered about and shoes messily tossed next to the doorway. Before you can make a comment, she calls into the all too quiet home.

“Children come down, there’s someone I would like for you to meet.”

—

Follow the blog for more!
>@ms-swans-home<

Hello my lovely peculiar beings!

So recently I’ve gotten a burst of inspiration, and it has lead me to create an entire MPHFPC-based spin off, and I’m very excited to say that I am now at a point where I can share it you all! 

However, before I am able to share it, I need some follower feedback in order to get a good idea of how to portray said spin off ~

This project revolves around a loop that I have created, complete with a ymbryne, an in-depth background and 9 wards with fully developed backstories, personalities and most importantly: peculiarities! 

With this all in mind, my original plan looked a little something like this…

- Create a blog where I post backgrounds of the loop, ymbryne and wards, and little short stories and comics about their adventures

But I felt this wasn’t enough. Despite the fact that this might attract attention and some discussion among MPHFPC fans and the like, it personally just didn’t feel interactive enough for the community to enjoy. So, in order to kick start this project, I’m asking for feedback regarding things I could do to not only share the characters I love, but make this loop something we can all contribute to. To my knowledge (correct me if I’m wrong) nothing like this has ever been done before, but I think it has real potential :^)

Here are the ideas I have thought up thus far for ways to make it interactive… 

1. You guys sending in your own MPHFPC OC’s and interacting with the project loop

2. Snazzy headcanons

3. Shitposting

Now, as you can tell, I’m a little bit lack luster for ideas at the moment; so this is where you guys come in! If you have any ideas or suggestions, please don’t hesitate to send them in a message or in my ask box! I’m really passionate about this project, and I hope it can become something we all have fun with ^_^

EXTRA NOTE:If this gets enough interaction, I also hope to start a Discord server in the future, so if things go well that would be another thing to look forward to in the coming weeks :^)

Love you all, 

- Ruby

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Alright, if you have read Library of Souls you know about the Panloopticon an its function. Months ago I got an ask on my other mphfpc blog about the meaning of its name and at first it had to do with the Ancient Greek word “pan” which means “all” + loop + ticon, because, you know, it’s supposed to be a door to other loops. It makes sense.

But this week I developed another theory about how Riggs might’ve come up with this name. For this I have to tell you about a French philosopher named Foucault. In 1975, he published his book “Discipline and Punish” about personal and institutional discipline and different subjects that I won’t go into right now because it’s not that important for the point I’m going to make. Foucault stated that, if institutional discipline is taken too far, it will have a negative effect on society, but that it is in general a “good” thing because when you when you know or think that you are being watched you start to behave differently (think Orwell’s “1984″).

In his book, Foucault invokes the idea of another philosopher and social theorist, Jeremy Bentham, an Englishman. This idea was something called the Panopticon - a type of building, a prison, that looks something like this:

(Source:http://foucault.info/)

The cells along the walls have two mirrors facing the outer wall and the inner wall. The guard in the centre of the panopticon is able to watch all prisoners all the time, but the prisoners aren’t able to notice when he is watching them, thus creating a constant fear that they may or may not be watched.

If translated loosely, Panopticon means “place where everyone and all can be watched”.

And I don’t know if Riggs is into philosophy, but I thought this was a very plausible theory for the origin of the Panloopticon.

- Mod Isa