#MPHFPC

[trainwrecksys]

Quiet days sorting things around the office, only way Bentham can get Nim's attention when he's focused

[cece693]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a poly ship which is olive x Enoch x m!reader ( when the m!reader has a job that is option to go to and they want to go so they can spoil Enoch and olive but the both of them are trying to convince m!reader to stay ( and do whatever you can chose )

I changed some things from the original ask: where rather than the reader getting a job, it's Miss Peregrine who sends them out to town for supplies (since the loop resets each day so getting a job doesn't really make sense.) Other than that, everything is the same. Thanks for your idea!

JUST THIS ONCE

pairing: enoch o'connor x male reader x olive elephanta

The loop resets like clockwork, but time never feels still. Not when you’re the only one asked to leave its safety. Miss Peregrine trusted you—too much, in Enoch’s opinion.

“He’s not a bloody errand boy,” he’d snapped once, arms crossed and brow furrowed deep as a canyon. “Send one of the damn birds instead.”

You'd just laughed it off.

But Olive didn’t laugh. Not then. Not when you walked past the invisible barrier. Not when you disappeared into the 1940s fog. And definitely not when you returned hours later, bruised from a slip on uneven cobblestone and dusted in ash from the baker’s collapsed chimney.

Today was no different.

You stepped back through the door of the house, arms weighed down by tins, needles, and a rare new book Miss Peregrine requested. “Home sweet—” Two arms wrapped around you before the sentence could finish.

Olive clutched you like the loop itself might suck you back out if she let go. Her hair brushed your jaw, her gloves warm against your neck, and her voice trembled when she whispered, “You’re late.”

“I’m fine.”

“You always say that.”

Behind her, Enoch stood rigid in the hallway, glowering at the satchel slung across your shoulder like it had personally offended him. His fingers flexed. You could practically hear the cogs in his mind turning—trying to find a way to stitch your legs to the front porch so you’d stop leaving.

“Any trouble?” Miss Peregrine asked from the stairwell.

“No,” you replied smoothly.

A lie. Maybe. Something had moved in the alley. Just a shadow, probably. But you weren’t going to give Enoch another reason to lecture you like a dying husband in a war movie. And Miss Peregrine—wise, as ever—seemed to sense that. She studied you for a beat longer than necessary, then returned to her study.

After a minute, Olive finally pulled back.

“You always go alone,” she said, voice quiet. “Why not take me with you next time?”

“Because if something did happen, you’d float out of town like a helium balloon and I’d never get you back.”

That earned the faintest twitch of Enoch’s mouth. “He’s right,” he muttered, then glared at you like he regretted agreeing with anything you said.

“But if something does happen,” Olive whispered, “you’d be alone.”

That landed like a stone in your stomach.

“I can take care of myself.”

“Sure,” Enoch said sharply. “Until you can’t. Until one of those things out there catches your scent and rips you apart before you can blink.” His tone was cruel. The fear behind it wasn’t.

“I’ve always done this,” you said. “Even before Jake showed up. I’m the one who’s best at blending in. Normal.”

Enoch scoffed. “You’re not normal.”

“Thanks, Enoch.”

“You’re ours.” Olive’s fingers curled in your sleeve. That shut you up.

You swallowed thickly. “I know you don’t like it. But someone has to do it.”

“No,” Olive said. “You don’t have to. You just think you do. You think it keeps us safe if you take the risk instead. But—what happens when you don’t come back?”

“And what if you disappear out there the same day Jake stumbles in here again?” Enoch added, voice bitter. “You think I trust him to protect us? You think I trust anyone to bring you back?”

You exhaled slowly. “So, what then? I stay? Let someone else do it?”

“Let Miss Peregrine figure it out,” Olive said firmly. “Please. Just once. Don’t go tomorrow.”

The ache in their eyes cut through you deeper than any wound could. “You both worry too much.”

“Because we love you too much,” Olive whispered.

Enoch dropped his gaze to the floor. “You know,” he murmured, “it was easier when we weren’t...when we didn’t care.”

You chuckled softly. “You’ve always cared, Enoch.”

His eyes flicked up. “And you’ve always been an idiot.”

The words held no venom. Only devotion.

You looked between them—Olive’s trembling lashes, Enoch’s clenched fists—and relented. You took Olive’s gloved hand in yours and reached for Enoch’s.

“Alright,” you said. “Tomorrow, I stay.”

Only, you didn’t.

Because when morning came, the preserves were gone. The larder was low. Miss Peregrine tapped her pocket watch and handed you the list without a word. You sighed. When you reached for the doorknob, Olive swooped down from the top stair and stood in front of the door like a guard dog in lace gloves.

“You promised,” she said.

“I did. And I meant it,” you replied, brushing a thumb over her knuckles. “But it’s just today. I’ll be fast.”

“No,” Enoch said, voice closer than you expected. He slipped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, chin on your shoulder like a possessive ghost. “If you’re going—we’re coming with you.”

You blinked. “That’s not how this works.”

“It is now,” Olive said, crossing her arms. “We’re not letting you go out there alone again.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re being reckless,” Enoch countered.

And in the end, you didn’t argue. You let them come.

Town was...chaos. Not in the "monsters or bombs" kind of way—but in the Olive asking suspicious questions and Enoch intimidating shopkeepers sort of way.

The butcher flinched when Enoch glared at him for handing you meat wrapped in torn paper. Olive insisted on inspecting every apple for bruises. At one point, Enoch even made a child cry by hissing at him when he looked at you too long.

You were mortified.

They were delighted.

By the time you reached the final stop, your arms were full of supplies and your patience was wearing thin.

“Okay,” you said, setting down a crate. “You proved your point. This was just for today.”

“Mmhm,” Olive hummed, unconvincingly, as she tucked herself under your arm.

“Sure,” Enoch muttered, sliding a protective hand around your back. “Just today.”

But they were already planning tomorrow. And the day after.

[tedbird]

next up for the peculiar object thingy is miss peregrine, because i really don’t draw her enough.

originally i was just going to go with a stopwatch but i found out about automaton bird clocks and they’re significantly cooler so i did that instead. look at how awesome they r 💔 look at these gorgeous things

[marygih]

Hello! I really like your art style, and I was wondering if you could draw this one scene. It's Fiona when she's first found after being kidnapped. How Hugh first sees her. With her eyes all white and her mouth bloody. Idk just an idea since I don't have drawing skills 😭

Ty💜 I definitely love this scene, Fee is so powerful! But at the same time she's so scary. I love how at first glance she seems perfectly normal and then we have a wonderful plot twist.

[w1ll14mth3bl00dy]

Update On The MPHFPC Bead Rings!

millard and noor

[sh3rid]

one last hollow sketch before I’ll be going on holiday :)) I was very much inspired by @carmine-golde hollows!! go check em out

[aziraph]

Waiiiiit a sec-

Could you draw Millard/Victor 😭

millard and his bf who injured himself way too much

[headmistress-peregrine]

With Jacob Portman's assistance, I have finally acquired an account on the Tumblr. Tell me, is it customary to sign one's posts? Sincerely, Alma L. Peregrine

[splongebobby]

Could you make Victor in gacha? And some more interactions would probably be ideal-

ohhh victor 💔 if only you got to be a real character at least for a while like cmon riggs

also charecter interactions!

two are my headcanons and one and a half are canon (enoch and emma "hate eachother" pretty much canonically but i much rather think of them like petty siblings)

[fionas-chicken]

while i struggle to start chapter 4, here’s some peculiar games doodles!!!!

also please ignore my avoidance of drawing hands lol

arena emma

concept design for fiona's reaping dress (heavily inspired by my queen lucy gray)

millard talking strategy to emma and jacob

mini olive being silly in the arena (she does not take the games seriously at all btw )😭

i want to try and make more art for this au (especially the mini versions hehe) so if you have any requests for scenes/characters you want drawn out, let me know!!

[nyxie-is-peculiar]

This just got me thinking that the blind/bone brothers from Hollow City can sense Millard the same as anyone else and we’re probably hella confused that there was one guy wearing just a swater and nothing else.

I like to think that Millard hates standing next to Hugh because his bees always bump into him since they can't see him. It makes him extra annoyed when he's sneaking around and Hugh notices he's there because his bees are bumping into thin air hehe

[painted-lemon]

um can we make this a real thing??????

please tag any other fandom that could use this meme format

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[tedbird]

Can you draw a bb boat for the bbs?

dramatic bb recreation of The Ferry Incident TM, moments before disaster

+ sharon + more boat bbs

[marygih]

Miss Francesca Bittern

Yes I haven't decided which hair color looks best so we have two versions