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theducklingart · 3 days ago
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Miss Peregrine Christmas time!
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frost-queen · 6 months ago
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To be truthful (Reader x Enoch O'Connor)
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Emma was finishing setting up the table with Fiona. Holding some of the plates, she tilted her head to look into the hallway. – “Didn’t I call for diner a minute ago?” – Emma said out loud, turning around to look at Fiona for confirmation. Fiona shrugged her shoulders, placing a bowl with fresh cut carrots on the table.
“Should I call again? Miss Peregrine insists upon punctuality.” – Emma rambled on, getting nervous that no one was coming through the door. Setting the plates down on the table she had made up her decision. – “I’m calling them!” – she made clear, holding her hands to her hip.
“You’ve just called.” – Fiona answered with a roll of her eyes. Emma was about to shout when Hugh and Claire came running in. Almost running Emma over with their game of tag. Fiona jumped in front of them to stop them before they would bump against the counter.
With her calm hands, she brought them to a stop. Both were panting loud. Fiona simply had to point at Emma then at the table for them to understand. Horace and Millard entered a moment later. Horace chattering loudly as he blindly went to his seat.
Olive and Enoch joined as well. Olive having a soft smile on her lips. They both went to their seats at the table. Emma looked into the hallway with a worried look. – “Where is Y/n?” – she asked. – “Didn’t you call her?” – Emma turned to Olive and Enoch. Enoch sat down, pulling his shoulders up.
“Do I look like her babysitter?” – he answered rudely. Olive gave him a little glare to not be so negative from across the table. Emma’s gaze fixed on the clock, knowing Miss Peregrine would arrive any moment for diner. It made her panic that you still weren’t here.
Enoch jumped out of his skin, startled as he gripped the edges of his chair with a tight grip once you had popped up behind him. – “Bloody hell Y/n!” – he cursed out that you had scared him. You placed your hands on his shoulder, coming to lean over his shoulder.
“Did I startle you Enoch?” – you asked sweetly as he pushed your grip off him. Groaning in annoyance. – “Good of you to join us Y/n.” – Miss Peregrine said entering the room. You quickly went to your seat right across from Emma. – “Good day Miss Peregrine.” – you all called out in unison as she went to sit at the head of the table.
“Fiona splendid work with the vegetables.” – she complimented. Fiona smiled sheepishly, leaning back in her seat rather bashful. – “Now shall we eat.” – she unfolded her napkin to lay it on her lap. The moment was set as everyone got in motion. Reaching for food, chatting and laughing away. From at the other head of the table, you noticed Enoch staring at you or rather glaring at you.
You moved a bit forwards so he could see your face fully. You returned his glare with a sweet smile. Enoch only narrowed his eyes more, swallowing hard. Olive gave him a nudge. – “Stop glaring.” – she whispered to him. Enoch exhaled soft, turning his head away. – “It’s okay Olive. I know Enoch means well.” – you told her with another smile.
Enoch clenched his jaw, trying not to freak out about that. – “Don’t make assumptions for me!” – Enoch replied. – “Why do you dislike Y/n so much?” – Horace questioned as everyone adored you. Enoch leaned a bit forwards. – “Stay out of it.” – he shout-whispered. Miss Peregrine observed from afar. When you turned your head, you caught up with her gaze. With a soft smile, she winked at you.
After diner, the youngest ones were free to play, while the older ones were left to clean the table. You started collecting plates, stacking them on each other. Emma stood by the sink, letting water down to start the dishes. You popped up beside her, giving her a soft fright. – “Goodness Y/n.” – Emma blurted out, one hand on her heart. – “Can’t you just walk. The table is right there.” – she pointed out at how close it was.
It would only take one a few steps to reach her. Yet you chose to teleport yourself beside her. – “Y/n likes to be special.” – Enoch mocked holding a few glasses. You teleported away from Emma, appearing behind Enoch. – “I like teleporting.” – you told him as he had jumped back. With a loud groan he handed the glasses over to Olive.
You started collecting the cutlery. – “Y/n.” – Emma said daringly with a warning finger to not pop up behind her. You puffed soft. – “You are no fun.” – you mumbled, walking up to her instead of teleporting. – “Satisfied?” – you asked dropping the cutlery in the sink. – “Very.” – Emma responded, patting you on the head.  – “Now help me.” – Emma took a towel, laying it on your head, having a laugh at it. You pulled it down.
Giving her a nudge with your hip against her to make some room. Emma started washing the dishes as you dried them. Olive and Enoch putting away the left overs into the fridge. Whilst Enoch was working, he couldn’t help himself but admire you. Gaze upon you and watch what you were doing. Olive noticed it, giving him a little nudge in the side.  – “You are staring.” – she whispered in his ear. – “I am not.” – Enoch grunted out.
He quickly averted his gaze, yet he kept being drawn to you. Emma and you were chatting whilst finished the dishes. Olive joined the two of you, putting the dishes away. Enoch cleaning the table. After cleaning, you immediately popped away. Emma shrugged her shoulders, leaving the room to head outside. Enoch left as well with Olive right behind him. – “Are you going to play with your dolls?” – she asked, holding her hands behind her back.
“Maybe.” – he responded, looking over his shoulder to her. A part of him wondered where you were. With a soft sigh, he went upstairs with Olive. Pausing almost at the top of the stairs, he saw you walk across the hallway to your room. There you were. Olive poked him in the back to move. Enoch got in motion, heading for his room as he couldn’t help himself but glance at your door. Olive noticed it, stopping to knock on your door. – “What are you doing?” – Enoch panicked.
“Asking if Y/n wants to join. Don’t you want that?” – she said having a sense of his feelings towards you. It had become clear to her for a while now that his act of dislike towards you was just a charade. A façade to hide behind. Enoch tugged his hands in his pocket, looking away. Olive knocked again as you hadn’t opened the door yet. Grabbing the handle, she opened the door. – “Y/n?” – she asked softly, popping her head inside.
To her surprise your room was empty. – “Must have teleported out.” – Olive let out, closing the door once more. With a smile, she returned to an almost sweating Enoch. – “Now you mustn’t worry. She’s not here.” – she teased, patting him against his shoulder. They entered his room as Enoch went to sit. A doll in front of him on the table. Olive picked up one of his tools, already presenting it to him.
“Thank you.” – he said accepting the tool. He started working on the doll. – “Enoch.” – Olive started, hearing him hum loud. – “You like watching Y/n do you not?” – she asked as he nearly had a heartache. With wide eyes, he dropped his tool. In shock turning round in his chair to her. – “What?” – he called out. Olive giggled amusingly. – “I’ve noticed you watch Y/n a lot from afar.” – she explained. Enoch puffed loud. – “I do not.” – he replied turning back to his doll.
“It’s alright Enoch, you mustn’t be frightened of it.” – Olive went on handing him another tool. – “Of what?” – Enoch answered bitsy. – “Of having feelings for Y/n.” – Olive finished. Enoch’s hand slipped as he broke a piece off the dolls porcelain chest. He turned around getting up. – “I do not have feelings for Y/n!” – he shouted as Olive was unimpressed. – “Enoch, just admit it. Why are you even scared to admit it?” – she asked. – “I don’t have anything to admit as it isn’t true!” – he made clear with a glare.
“Liar!” – Olive shouted back, having enough of him lying to himself. – “You like Y/n and you are too afraid to admit it.” – she started, poking him in the chest. – “So you better stop being so scared and let yourself love her!” – Enoch fell back in his chair with her sturdy poking in his chest. Speechless, he stared at her. He had never seen her speak so loudly or react so vibrant. – “So Enoch O’Connor, you are going outside, find Y/n and be nicer to her as a beginning.” – she ordered him, pointing firm at the door.
Enoch shook his head, not wanting to do it. Olive removed a glove, showing her hand that caught fire to him. – “Don’t make me burn your puppets.” – she threatened. Enoch stumbled out of the chair, sweating with shock as he rushed downstairs to do as he was told. Too afraid Olive might actually burn his puppets or himself for the matter if he didn’t act upon his feelings. Olive sniffed out the fire, having a satisfying smile on her face.
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derpyy-y · 7 months ago
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becoming obsessed with a book series was NOT on my 2024 bingo card!! i didnt even know i could read!!
anyways here is my miss peregrine lineup for the children! ,,,i somehow forgot about the title character and only noticed once i was done lining LMAO— i’ll draw my design for her another time and maybe some other characters. i am sorry miss P i knew something was wrong 💔
kind of iffy on emma, enoch, & jacob but i can tweak them later on if i draw em more BAHAH
anyways my favorite character in the books is horace 🩷🩷 my little fancy prophetic boy . although my favorite designs i did are hugh & fionas :)
i took some inspo from the graphic novels by cassandra jean bc i did really love them!!
anyways i love these books so much if you also like them LET ME KNOW I NEED FRIENDS
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ravisconverse · 4 months ago
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While I can appreciate both the mphfpc film and the books in their own separate sense, I just can’t help but criticise the film for some of the changes they made.
The aging down of Bronwyn and the aging up of Olive got rid of Bronwyn’s protective trait of the two younger girls.
The peculiarity switch between Emma and Olive was also so pointless. I mean I guess that it kind of makes sense with Emma being like the main “love interest” and her being the zephyr kind of fits more with Burton’s aesthetic, but it’s still very annoying, we deserved firey Emma.
The loop day. What was the purpose of changing the year to 1943 instead of 1940? It makes no sense, just keep it at 1940.
The postcard from Alma. In the books it was 15 years ago, which allowed for more doubt as to whether she would be alive or not. Reducing it to 2 years takes that away.
Every time I rewatch the film and I see the Olive/Enoch relationship I feel sick to my stomach. Enough said
Fiona’s entire character was ripped away and rewritten. Yes her backstory may have been considered too dark for the film, but come on you didn’t have to age her down, reduce her peculiarity and take away her selective mutism.
The aging down of Hugh, Millard and Horace really annoy me. Why are they children? I wanted sassy 17 year old Millard who is angsty and studious and sarcastic, Hugh who both loves and hates being peculiar and is devoted to Fiona, Horace being SCARED of his peculiarity.
I also feel robbed that we didn’t get Emma and Millard kidnapping and interrogating Jake when they first meet him. Or the whole thing with Martin and them having to fight the hollowgast. “Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace” you will always be famous.
Even though Alma Peregrine wasn’t accurate in the film, I am in love with how Eva Green portrays her, and how clearly her study of peregrine falcons comes into her acting.
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4spiryn4 · 1 month ago
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/Bought a new apple pencil!! //
I just think that Millard loves personal attention and would be the only person in the house to let the girls play with his hair and do his makeup
(Also I gave Olive and Clair friendship bracelets. And I forgot to draw Millard’s shoes so let’s assume his barefoot or sth , and there’s something wrong with his sleeves byt im going to sleep bye,)
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cece693 · 3 months ago
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Replacement (Enoch O'Connor x M! Reader)
I wanted to add something to the relatively small pool of fics for this fandom. All characters are of age and can be envisioned as their book or movie counterparts.
Summary: As a healer, you naturally seek to care for those around you. So it was easy to befriend Jake when he first entered Miss Peregrine's loop, confused and hurt by his grandfather's passing. However, your best friend doesn't see it that way.
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It was official. Enoch hated Jake. Not that the other children noticed, or if they did, they were smart enough to not mention it. Maybe it was jealousy. Perhaps he was bothered by how Emma's eyes sparkled with interest whenever the American boy was around. Or maybe, it was the disruption to their routine, as Jake's presence always seemed to stir the loop like a stone tossed into a still pond.
But Olive knew the truth, for she had quickly discerned Enoch's emotions behind the venomous words he threw at Jake whenever he came near. It wasn't about Emma or their routine being disrupted. It was all because of you.
From the moment Jake first stumbled into their world, he latched onto you—an oddball healer with a gentle touch and ability to mend the deepest cuts, both physical and emotional. So when Jake arrived, it was natural for you to be his guide, explaining things in a way that made the strange world of peculiars feel less threatening.
Naturally, Enoch hated it.
Before Jake arrived, you’d spend every minute by his side—looking over his shoulder, letting out a bright smile whenever his creations came alive. Enoch secretly treasured these moments, feeling comfortable in your presence and falling for you more each day. But now? Now it was Jake this and Jake that.
No space was safe from Jake's influence, nor did the American make it easy to escape his presence. It seemed like whenever Enoch and you were together, he appeared from thin air, begging you to help him with something. It was as if the American knew of Enoch's feelings and acted to rile him up, whisking the attention of the only person he actually liked. It's not as if there weren't any other children who would be happy to spend time with the American, why did he seek you out specifically?
Every time he saw you two together, a storm brewed inside him, and a tight knot formed in his chest. Enoch wasn’t stupid. He understood what jealousy was, but this wasn’t just jealousy. This was fear. Fear that you were slipping away from him. Fear that Jake was replacing him.
One day, it all became too much.
Enoch was sitting at the table in the library, flipping through one of his old, tattered books on embalming techniques, though his focus had long since disappeared. His mind, as usual, was on you. He had tried to pretend like nothing was wrong, but the bitter feeling gnawed at him constantly. And then, as if the universe was mocking him, you and Jake walked into the room together.
Jake was talking about something, gesturing wildly with his hands, and you were laughing—a bright, carefree laugh that Enoch hadn’t heard in days.
That was the last straw.
"Seriously?" Enoch snapped, slamming his book shut, startling you both. Jake stopped mid-sentence, blinking in confusion, but Enoch didn’t care. His gaze was fixed on you, his voice sharp and biting. “Do you really have to follow him around all the time?”
Your smile faltered, a confused frown replacing it as you looked at him. “What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Enoch’s voice grew colder, harsher. His jealousy had festered too long, and now it spilled like poison. “Ever since he got here, it’s like you’ve forgotten everyone else exists.”
Jake shifted awkwardly beside you, clearly unsure of what to say, but Enoch didn’t give him a chance. “You’re spending so much time with him, acting like he needs you for everything. It's pathetic."
Your eyes narrowed, a flash of anger crossing your face. “He’s new here, Enoch! He does need help adjusting. And I’m not just going to ignore him because you—”
“Because I what?” Enoch cut you off, his eyes blazing. “Because I’m not needy enough for you? Because I don't fawn over you like a mutt every second like he does?””
Your mouth opened slightly, stunned by his words. Enoch could see the hurt forming in your eyes, but he was too wound up to stop now.
“Face it,” Enoch continued, his voice colder now, “you just want to feel like you matter to someone, right? Like you have some purpose. Well, here’s the truth—you’re not needed here. Jake can deal just fine on his own and I don’t need a dessolent friend.”
Your face twisted in hurt, and that twisted something deep inside Enoch. You stared at him, your hands trembling slightly at your sides. “You’re wrong,” you finally said, voice breaking. “But I guess I was wrong too, thinking you were my best friend.”
Before Enoch could respond, you turned and stormed out of the room, leaving him and Jake alone. The American looked like he was about to say something, but Enoch shot him a cold glare, daring him to speak.
Days passed. Days where Enoch didn’t see you, didn’t hear from you, and the space you used to fill in his life became an empty void he couldn’t bear to acknowledge. You weren't just avoiding him, you had begun to spend even more time with Jake, much to Enoch's dismay.
He tried to act like it didn’t bother him. He pretended he didn’t care when he saw you laughing as if his absence meant nothing to you. But it did. It hurt more than Enoch was willing to admit. It was only when Olive pushed him to accept his mistake that led him to stand at your door, long after the other house's inhabitants had gone to bed.
Enoch stood there for a long moment, his hand raised to knock, but his usual stubbornness kept holding him back. What if you didn’t forgive him? What if you’d already moved on and replaced him for good?
Taking a deep breath, Enoch knocked.
After a few agonizing moments, the door creaked open, and you stood there, blinking groggily at him in the dim light. You looked surprised to see him, and Enoch couldn’t blame you.
“What do you want, Enoch?” you asked, your voice flat, distant.
“I…” Enoch faltered for a moment, struggling to find the right words. His usual snark and bravado were gone, replaced with something more vulnerable, more uncertain. “I came to…apologize.”
You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe, clearly not ready to let him off the hook so easily. “For what?”
“For what I said,” Enoch muttered, not meeting your eyes. “For being a complete prat.”
Your expression softened, but you didn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue. Enoch sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Look, I didn’t mean it. Any of it,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “I was just…jealous. Of Jake. Of the time you’ve been spending with him.”
You raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “Jealous? Why?”
Enoch hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. He could either admit the truth or lose you for good. Taking a deep breath, he finally met your gaze. “Because I like you,” he confessed in a whisper. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and seeing you with him made me feel like I was losing you. Like I wasn’t needed anymore. Like I was being replaced.”
The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Enoch braced himself for your response. He had no idea how you would react, but he had to say it. He couldn’t keep pretending like it didn’t matter anymore. You stood there for a long moment, staring at him, processing everything. Then, slowly, you stepped aside, opening the door wider.
“Come inside, Enoch,” you said quietly. “Let’s talk.”
And for the first time in days, Enoch felt a small glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could be fixed after all.
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marygih · 8 days ago
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I don't just read the story, I live it.
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painted-lemon · 1 year ago
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no obviously that is two peculiar children playing chess with Miss Hawk there ymbryne caretaker
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enochoconnor-girlie · 5 months ago
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Random MPHFPC head canons because I’m tired
Horace and Jacob are both mosquito magnets. If you stand next to them you won’t get a single bite because they took them all.
When they went into the modern world, Enoch got really into hoodies. He now has a collection of them.
Horace will steal said hoodies.
Claire and Olive play with Enoch’s hair, since he doesn’t cut it very often it gets long enough to braid it.
sort of related to the other one, but Enoch is very tolerable when it comes to the little girls (even if he won’t admit it)
Emma is really good at math,, for some reason,, idk man
the little girls gave Millard a necklace with colorful beads to wear so they could see if he was in the room
Bronwyn likes gardening, her and Fiona will hang out outside for hours. HOURS
(This ones a little sad but..) Abe was the first to know that Horace was gay, and he did not react well. Abe thankfully never told anyone but he still made fun of Horace for it, calling him names or making homophobic hints
this is one reason why Enoch hates him so much
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bluestarjay · 3 months ago
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Guys, it's been like 2 weeks since I've posted. I'm sorry, yall, I've actually run out of content. Ermm, I have some drafts I can finish up, but I haven't really watched anything recently. Oh, I did a drawing for my art class, which was Emma's og picture from Miss Peregrine's, yk, the really dark one with the flames in her hands and I'm just so incredibly kind and talented that I was chosen for artist of the month!! Ppl, especially teachers, keep complimenting me, and it's really awkward lol.
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I'm not in love with it, personally, as there are things that I would definitely change for better accuracy, but I do think it's reeeeally cool.
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coffee-is-my-oxygen · 4 months ago
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HAPPY LOOP DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE!!!
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starrieslove · 4 months ago
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peculiars!!
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puhLEASE ignore that crumb by olive..
Anyway I felt like drawing Abe so I drew the others too (it’s unfinished but you know)
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jxmimac · 6 months ago
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It actually annoys me so much how they changed so many things from the books to the film (I’m talking about Mphfpc btw) because when I first watched the film, and I watched it before I read the books, I thought that it was such a good film and was really good by its own standard but then when I read the books I was so disappointed with the film because of how much it changed for , for the most part, literally no reason at all.
Like with the characters ages, what was the point of changing them? Like seriously what did it add to the plot whatsoever apart from making only about 2 of the characters old enough to actually have a personality
And with Olive and Emma, why the hell did they swap their peculiarities? It did absolutely nothing and they also completely changed Emma’s personality and made her really quiet and essentially took away everything that made her her.
And where the hell did they get the idea to ship Enoch and Olive?!?! Like I want to know who sat down one day and decided: ‘ah yes, we should take this 13 year old boy and ship him with a 6 year old child who have basically never shown any interaction ever, but to make it legal let’s just age them both up a bit.’ LIKE AHHUHSDIHBSEFJJHFIREUHERFIJ
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zelcii · 5 months ago
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some wight: once I tried killing this preppy british kid on his way to school but before I could even get a threat out he said ‘please don’t hesitate’ and I was caught so off guard that this eleven year old basically just asked me to kill him that i just stood there as he walked away.
horace:
horace: oh, you mean me.
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coffeeanddimlights · 5 months ago
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It's late and I'm bored so here is my HC of everyone's favorite color
Jacob - Basic blue
Noor - gold or bronze because she's extra
Emma - Basic blue but she'd be pretentious about it, so she'd say baby blue or cornflower
Hugh - light pink, soley for Fiona's dog roses
Fiona - any muted colors like mustard yellow or moss green
Horace - any shade of yellow EXCEPT high lighter yellow, which can die in a fire for all he cares
Enoch - would say something edgy like "red for blood" or "black like my soul" but he's truly a sucker for baker-miller pink as he yearns for the psych ward
Olive - insists she can't pick one single color so she always says lilac and lime green
Claire - any pink but definitely likes pastels
Miss Peregrine - unexpectedly loves orange but she owns no orange clothing or orange decor so you would never guess that
Millard - plum purple
Bronwyn - likes a nice toffee brown
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fiona-frauenfell · 7 days ago
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More musical content!
I completed my first draft of probably the most challenging song to create so far. I think I’m going to call it “Circus Show (And Her Peculiar Children)”
Millard:
Welcome, take a seat
We’re about to start the show
You ought to get ready to meet
the most peculiar children I know
Horace, could you play a melody on the piano?
Jacob:
His gift is playing the piano?
Millard:
Long ago, before we lived here
We traveled the country
Instead of living in fear
The people would watch
But they wouldn’t know
They would sit in bliss
And enjoy the show.
I’m Millard the show’s host
My gift is easily know by most.
Not much to perform
when there’s not must to watch
But our first act,
Will gain quite the response:
Bronwyn!
Bronwyn:
The strong woman is what they call me
To me, hefting a boulder is a very small feat.
Millard: Fiona!
Fiona:
Rain or sunshine, drizzle or shower
I can grow you any flower
Millard: And Hugh!
Hugh:
Sunshine or rain, warmth or breeze
At my command are my hive of bees
Claire:
Hi, I’m Claire!
And what most don’t notice
Is what hides behind my hair.
Millard: Olive!
Olive:
That’s me, and without my shoes
Up, up, and away I’d be
Millard: Enoch!
Enoch:
Only watch if you can
But I can raise the dead
with my two bare hands
Millard: Horace!
Horace:
While my fashion is
better than most
Seeing the future
is the true gift I can boast.
Millard: Emma!
Emma:
I don’t look very different
from the rest
But anytime, I’ll put
these flames to the test.
Millard: Now for the grand finale!
All: Now that you know who we are
“Miss Peregrine and her Peculiar children”
It’s time to say au revoir!
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