#perekoo

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Alma and Isabel from a while ago!

(I kind of forgot I had tumblr again lol)

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I will feed dead fandoms (sorry to literally the two people I said I’d draw these women like a month ago and have had to wait this long lmao)

But yeah anyways thinking about younger Alma Lefay Peregrine and Isobel Cuckoo like the Roman Empire ((((:

[myawkwardvoid]

I made Perekoo fanart!!!!!!!!!!!!! yassssssssss

Two versions(?

I based it on that one scene in Map of days where they walk together...............

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!AI GENERATED CONTENT!

It's entirely @minha-xuh 's fault that I threw Perekoo into the bing image creator. And now I'm even more obsessed with them, help 😭

[peculiar-lesbian]

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Now this idea has been growing in my head for months but I just got reminded of it by one of my mutual’s.

So spoilers for people who have not read DoDA

So we all know Jacob drank the souls and became a hollow like thing but I was wondering what if Alma drank the souls instead, like what if we saw the more elderitch side to the ymbryne peculiarity? And would Noor be able to reverse the effects of it.

All I can imagine is the kids just trying to explain to miss cuckoo what happened to her wife, like yeah she may have turned into this really weird bird type human that is almost as tall as a house and can manipulate time by the snap of a finger but like that’s a you thing.

[blaceelvi]

Pairing: miss Peregrine x miss Cuckoo

Tags: Hurt/comfort, dialogue, womance, support, romantic, perekoo, problems, friends, lovers, ect.

Briefly: "You know... If it wasn't for you, I don't know what would have happened to me. You always save me when my existence is on the verge, and my condition is close to breakdown".

"We have been saving each other for..."

"A little less than all our lives, yes," the younger Ymbrene barely smiled, which deeply pleased the Cuckoo.

Notes: Hi, it's fic about my fav pair in Peculiar children. I think, that Riggs didn't really opened for us feelings of miss Peregrine. So Isabel is closest person to her, that's why...

Don't be critical, English is not my language, I'm going through learning it. Hope you like it 🌿🌟

You can write your opinion (please) 🌠

"Mr. Portman! This girl is not your concern!" Miss Peregrine screamed.

No one had ever heard her scream like that before. The room became very quiet. Even the street noise coming from outside the window seemed to have stopped.

The headmistress was shaking with anger, but suddenly she seemed to stumble, staggered, but quickly grabbed the windowsill, finding support in it. Bronwyn was about to rush to the directress, but she stopped her with her palm and rubbed her eyes with the other.

"Miss Peregrine, are you okay?"Bronwyn asked anxiously.

"I'm sorry, I haven't slept for many days," the woman said briefly and continued, "For the sake of the common good, sometimes you have to put up with the imperfections of the world," she said. "The safety of one person is nothing compared to the safety of many thousands".

Jake was angry too and didn't want to calm down. And therefore he couldn't come up with anything reasonable, but just blurted out:

"Well, shit!"

Bronwyn gasped. None of the children allowed themselves to speak to Miss Peregrine in such terms.

Miss Peregrine stepped forward. She leaned over his bed.

"Yes, Mr. Portman, it's shit. But when you have to choose between one shit and another, it becomes clear why it's so shitty to be a ruler. And it is for this reason that we do not involve — and will never involve — children in making decisions of national importance".

With these words, the directress abruptly turned around and stormed out of the room, finally slamming the poor door, which made everyone shudder. If Miss Peregrine spoke in such terms, it means that she really lost her nerve.

Alma was soon walking down the corridor, almost breaking into a run, but her limp did not allow this. Unbidden tears blurred her eyes, even though the woman desperately shooed them away. Her vision was blurred, either from moisture or from days of lack of sleep and hunger, and Miss Peregrine had to lean against the wall, but she did not slow down. She herself did not understand where her own feet were taking her, because her office was completely in the other direction. But then suddenly, from around the corner, she bumped into someone and completely lost her bearings in space, and at the same time her support. Therefore, she would have fallen in disgrace now if not for someone's hands that caught her in time. The semi-conscious Alma did not immediately realize who the unknown was, but he threw one of her arms over his neck and grabbed her by the waist, preventing her from falling. That's her, that's what Miss Peregrine saw in her voice.

"Oh, Alma, Alma, what's wrong with you?" exclaimed a voice, and in it the woman recognized Miss Cuckoo, "Okay, okay, everything will be fine now."

Saying this, Isabella slowly led her friend to her room, and concurrently to her office, which, fortunately, was very close. Meanwhile, Miss Peregrine Falcon had already recovered a little to vaguely realize the awkwardness of the situation.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I..." she tried to justify herself in a confused way, "I do not know how it happened..."

To all this, Isabel only replied with her "everything will be fine now."

Nevertheless, they finally reached the office and, entering and slamming the door with her foot, the Cuckoo sat Alma down in an armchair. Slowly, the picture in Alma's eyes gained some clarity, and she immediately saw a glass of burgundy liquid held out to her in front of her. With a somewhat trembling hand, she accepted it and immediately took a small sip. The red wine rolled pleasantly down my throat, meanwhile, it was the first meal of the day.

Isabella plopped down on the next chair and stared at her friend expectantly.

"How are you?"

Alma didn't know how to answer this question correctly at the moment. All the words and thoughts were spinning in my head at once: what Jack had said, the negotiations with Leo Burnham, the endless recorded appeals to Jacob, who had disappeared with her children, all sent to voicemail.

"Why?.. why did they do this to me?.." she spoke between ragged sighs, and for some reason her lips curled, "Am I... am I doing so little?"

Alma felt the warmth of the palm on her own and fixed her eyes full of tears on the woman sitting next to her.

"Don't say that, please," she whispered in her soft, insinuating voice, "Portman has not yet felt how failure can trample him into the mud".

"But he's so young, and he's already been through so much, poor boy..."

"And you, Alma? Have you been thinking about yourself?"

"I told them so much," Ymbryne continued, not noticing the question, "But... for what that risk of yourself and all the other children so much? I sent about a hundred messages and there was no response to any of them, what was I supposed to think? They... they put me to sleep, you know?"

The elder Ymbryne was outraged by such behavior of children. Perhaps Miss Peregrine had done too much for them. For them, she is something permanent, and her nerves are made of iron. She is capable of experiencing anything and finding answers to everything. But it seems that such abilities are not included in her peculiarity.

"I have no idea, dear. You've done an endless amount of good for them, and they've treated you like this. As a common obstacle to their plans. Do you know that they have no idea what all of us, and you in particular, had to do to save their asses?"

Miss Peregrine was a little taken aback by these words and looked up, full of unshed tears, at the Cuckoo's face.

"Yes... yes, you're right. But the most terrible thing is that he carried away the others as well. I thought I had at least some people I could trust".

"You have me. And I'm there already a little less than a lifetime," Isabel reminded.

Peregrine convulsively tipped the remaining wine down her throat and, grimacing and setting aside the empty glass, timidly stretched out her hands. Isabella instantly understood this gesture and hugged the poor woman around her trembling fragile shoulders. Alma felt the silvery short hair tickle her cheek pleasantly, and the salty paths tighten the skin on her face. She burst into tears, she burst into tears like a stupid girl disappointed in people and the world for the first time. It seemed that the actions of many people could warn her against another pain. First of all, her siblings betrayed her way back in the past. But in this sense, Alma was stubborn, especially with regard to her children.

"When will you stop blaming other people's misdeeds on yourself, my dear bird," the Cuckoo seemed to read her thoughts, drawing circles on her back with thin fingers, "It's not your fault that your brothers renounced the weird ones, it's not your fault that Imbrina is supposed to limit children, it's not your fault that Jake disobeyed you and asked others others".

At each "not your fault" Miss Peregrine shuddered harder, but Isabella hugged her even tighter.

"But I could have behaved differently..." Alma tried frailly. That was her last excuse.

"You behave differently too often and adjust to others, Alma. So you can lose yourself," the Cuckoo whispered unobtrusively.

After these words, the Peregrine Falcon gradually calmed down. The trembling passed and became less frequent, the tears soon ended. Alma reluctantly extricated herself from the cozy embrace and looked at the most desirable facial features.

"You know... If it wasn't for you, I don't know what would have happened to me. You always save me when my existence is on the verge, and my condition is close to breakdown".

The elder Ymbryne smiled broadly and warmly. This charming smile has been exciting Alma for ages, however, as well as every line of her face, every gesture and the whole of her.

"We have been saving each other for..."

"A little less than all our lives, yes," the younger Ymbryne barely smiled, which deeply pleased the Cuckoo.

"That's right, and it's very important for both of us".

"But all good things come to an end," sighed Miss Peregrine, "Like this evening, because I have to go..."

"No need, you should stay here. It's about midnight and you're not feeling well," Isabel protested softly.

Alma herself, lulled by that velvety voice and long hugs, did not want to return to her dark office to the table, where reports and papers related to the search for children were still scattered, to the cold bed, which she had not even had time to touch for the last week. The woman winced at the gloominess of the image of her abode.

"Okay, if I don't cause much discomfort. You only have one bed..."

"Oh, it's not as small as it looks," the Cuckoo caught herself.

Under the gaze of another Ymbryne, she spread out the bed and invited her. Peregrine took off her suffocating business clothes with some shyness, remaining in only a chemise. Isabella did the same. It reminded both of their years at Ymbrynes' Academy, when they lived in the same room. How long have they been carrying their friendship. Alma came closer to her friend and looked into the coffee eyes, which turned amber in the dim light of the lamp.

"I remember the years at the Academy".

"It's true," replied the Cuckoo, remembering that even during the first meeting she fell in love with Alma LeFay Peregrine for her emerald eyes even before the first conversation, "It was a glorious time, unforgettable".

They lay down slowly, facing each other. It didn't bother them at all. Even as children, they often escaped from nightmares in this way.

"You're going to have to sleep off a week of sleepless nights, honey. So sweet dreams and good night," the Cuckoo whispered.

"You haven't slept much either. That's why the same goes for you, honey," Alma replied and chuckled softly.

The sound made Isabel's skin crawl. At that, they fell silent and the Peregrine was the first to close her eyes. When she seemed to fall asleep, the Cuckoo lightly touched her pale cheek with her lips. After that, she closed her eyes, falling asleep. And she will not know that Alma felt this touch and smiled imperceptibly, and only then plunged into a pleasant dream without nightmares.

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perekoo

Isabel: My birds, Alma, you look wonderful!

Alma * Shy smile *

Isabel: I can't wait to see you in a wedding dress!

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Four gays

Yeah, what if nothing bad ever happened and Isabel and Caul (in this case Jack) were besties. They talk about fashion and gossip

Alma‘s just picking up a package from Percy at the Department of Obfuscation

Oh shit forgot to mention, still couldn’t come up with a right design for Miss Cuckoo, so I took some inspiration from @sam1kath cause I do like that design

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girls☆

[sam1kath]

Anyone working on a perekoo or book Miss Peregrine fanfiction?

Anyone?

[msperegrinesimp]

Perekoo art

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miss Peregrine's just reading the transcript with her girlie~

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[i-bet-on-winning-cats]

tried to think about their outfits a bit

[a-tad-bit-peculiar]

A 20k perekoo draft you say?👀

Here's a little energy

HAHAHAH THANK YOU!!!

Here’s a lil sneak peak of my first draft as thanks for the encouragement:

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I don’t know if you’re still doing the headcanon thing, but if you are, do you have any for Hugh?

I do!

Hugh named each of his bees on the letter H.

He mostly hangs out with Fiona and Emma, although you may see him talking with Millard from time to time.

His family used to own hives. Hugh built some on Cairnholm and the bees made lots of honey. That's why they have a lot of honey in the loop.

He's the most stable one in Miss P's house. His childhood was completely normal, he never witnessed anything bad.

Hugh loves playing footbal. He teached everyone how to do it and they always play in the afternoon.

He learned the English sign language just to talk with Fiona in the way she prefers to.

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I know I know, I said that I'm gonna do a post on the Perekoo wedding thingy, you should know me by now and that I never post stuff on time. I also want to say in advance that this headcanon might be a result of my trauma/s and my sexuality (aroace) and that I'm just sick of this stereotypical "everyone has to find their other half, and marry, and have children and blablabla"🤔😅

Do I think they would marry?

Not in the traditional way, no.

Why?

Well, I think it has different reasons.

One big point is the entire Ymbryne system. In Miss Peregrine's Museum of Wonders Miss Peregrine states that Ymbrynes traditionally don't marry. Yes it doesn't seem forbidden by law but I think tradition is a big thing for the peculiar world and ESPECIALLY for Ymbrynes so it's a no.

The second point is that I feel like they both have the mindset that they don't necessarily need to marry, since it doesn't really change anything about their relationship. They don't need to marry to "prove that they really love each other" or anything like that.

Another problem that I see, is Alma absolutely not being ready to face the homophobia that might hit them, if they make their relationship that open. They do live in a time where gay people weren't quite accepted.

"not traditionally", what then?

If they would decide to "marry", I feel like they'd definitely do it either in a very very small circle or even just the two of them. And then this doesn't even have to be a big thing with wedding vows and a priest or what. It could literally just be the two of them promising to never leave each other's side and that's it (maybe with rings) . And they'd both be very happy with that :)

I really have a cute scene like that in my head but you know me... it'll take ages to post. But I'll try 😅

[peculiar-lesbian]

Due to either being half bird or some trauma, Alma does not really like fireworks due to the loud bang but still went to see them because she knew how much Isabel loved them, soon enough Izzy found out and point blank refused to go but thanks to modern technology they found out about noise cancelling head phones.

So now Isabel can watch the fireworks while alma lays her head on Izzy’s lap and just listens to music. (I am so sorry if this makes no sense)

Happy early bonfire night guys!