#ymbyne

[evil-feather]

Always the fool with the slowest heart

Pairing: MissPeregrineXMissCuckoo

Warnings:, hurt no comfort, major character death

Word count: 430

Tags: @sam1kath @vykanya

Notes: listen, I am really really sorry.

I also kinda wish I could have done this longer and yk deeper into Isabel's feelings but I just suck SO MUCH at describing and expressing feelings and all that so I decided to leave it at this before I make it awkward and weird help

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It was quiet. 

It wasn’t supposed to be. 

People were supposed to celebrate but somehow…it was quiet.

The starlings were circling over their head for a moment before disappearing into the little holes in the roof. 

She wasn’t supposed to cry, no one here was, and yet she couldn’t help the tears that were slowly making their way down her brown cheeks.  

It wasn’t necessarily because of the general funeral thing but more because of the thoughts that kept repeating themselves in her head.

She had lost the last bit that had been important to her. The bit that she had clung onto so dearly that it had started to consume her entire thoughts and dreams. 

And now in one moment, everything was gone.

Forever.

The friendship they had, the memories they had shared, all gone. 

She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she would never see the ravenette again. 

Never would she be able to see her face again, hear her talk again, hear her laugh again, feel her arms around her when they’d hug, and never would she be able to tell her how she had felt about her all these years.

Isabel had vowed to keep her feelings for herself. Keep them locked away so she wouldn’t risk ruining their friendship.

But there had always been this little piece of hope inside of her that maybe it would work out one day. That maybe one day she would actually be brave enough and just tell her.

However, this was now impossible. This hope, shattered in seconds.

But the worst thing was this promise. This one damned promise that she had made to this little black-haired girl all these centuries ago. 

That she would never ever leave her side.

She had pursued this promise since this day, always finding her way back to her best friend, making sure she knew that no matter what, she was never going to be alone. 

And then there had been these 5 seconds where she hadn’t paid attention and  now it would hunt her for the rest of her life. 

These seconds that it had taken to rip her friend from her. 

She should have paid more attention. 

She hadn’t been there for her.

She had left the tiny little girl alone, who had sat there begging for someone to not leave her side for once.

The Ymbryne took a shaky breath and looked up again, and saw the birds again, circling their heads once again before disappearing into the wide sky.

We failed. I did…

It’s not your fault

[m1lfinghot]

Pairings : Alma LeFay Peregrine x Isabel Cuckoo

Summary : Exploring the great deal of admiration she holds for her best friend, Isabel realizes exactly how in love she is.

Warnings : gay, slight internalized homophobia

Word count : 460

Author's note : I am not the proudest of how this turned out but I wrote it in only an hour and that's an achievement for me, I'm working on a much longer Perekoo fic that by now has over 3.3k words, which I hope to complete in the next few months, but for now, enjoy:)!

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Isabel's Realization

Across the dashing fields that surround the academy, a most gorgeous sunset filled the skies with grace and precision. A soft breeze allowing its way through the young students updone curly hair, a must for having supper with the other ymbynes in training, no doubt.

The smell of freshly mown grass, lavender, daffodils and the few poppys that showed themselves at this time of year, hardly compared to the smell of freshly baked goods now amending from the open, modern windows that graced the academy.

Isabel hummed lightly, a bright smile brewing on her face when the few plants that had managed to get under her long skirt lightly caressed her ankles. This was the perfect loop, though not solely thanks to its darling scenery, its inhabitants were the true reason this loop felt like home to so many.

One in specific had managed to clasp Isabel's bright heart in her own, ever so fragile one.

She stood out in the flower covered greenery, in her dark blue uniform and with her long, raven colored hair, she shone brighter than the night sky itself. The white flowers that had been braided through her hair, did their parts as big stars, illuminating the young woman even more.

She sat in a most simplistic manner, though somehow still as elegant as ever, surrounded by the colorful flowers whilst silently reading a book Isabel herself had picked out especially for the gorgeous ravenette.

Her outstanding beauty came as no surprise to the cuckoo, yet it still managed to take away her breath completely, leaving the young girl as no more than a light headed mess and giddy mess each time their hands and eyes found one another.

She knew she shouldn't have felt that way, they were friends, best friends even and nothing could tear them apart and although Isabel considered herself open-minded, an optimist and perhaps a dreamer, she knew nothing could get them as close together as she so dearly desired.

Finally she stopped fiddling with her hands, allowing them to drop at her sides with a deep sigh. The girl before her, so adoring and so adored seemed at peace, something Isabel had to admit was not common for the other.

As cunning, strong and intelligent she may portray herself as, the ravenette was always on edge inside the academy, scared of what or whom may be lurking in the shadows, in response, Isabel had taken it upon herself to show the young ymbryne love and safety.

Perhaps she had taken her act of heroics ever so slightly too far because now, she stood there, a dumb, young student, in love with her very best friend.

But then again, who wouldn't fall head over heels for her, Alma LeFay Peregrine.

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[mistresspotterhead]

Which do y’all want first, chapter 2 of American Ymbyne or chapter 3 of How Divine?

Both will come, I just want to know which one to work on first.

[theunspokenloop]

oh how rude of me, I introduced myself before introducing our ymbrynes. 

Our ymbrynes are Madam Lucinda Potoo and Mrs.Vivian Vulture. And we have an ymbryne-in-training as well, but she has no real authority. She’s basically just another ward.

Madam Lucinda Potoo: Ymbryne number 1. Potoo. She owned and ran our loop since it was formed. Kinda kicked out of the Ymbryne council but still in it. The council talks to her only out of necessity. So, our loop is rather out of knowledge of the peculiar laws and world. (I guess you could say we’re...out of the loop? ;p) We don't really follow the rules, anyway. Married to Mrs. Vulture. (officially in multiple countries!)

Mrs. Vivian Vulture: Ymbryne number 2. Bearded vulture. She prefers to go by V. She is unlike any ymbryne I have ever met, in the likes that she is rather, how to put this, androgynous. I believe, in common vernacular, she could be described as “butch”? 10/10 will eat your bone marrow. Married to Madam Potoo. 

Wisteria Finch: Ymbryne-in-training. Gouldian finch. She is NOT the boss of us. The council has sent numerous “ymbryne’s-in-training” to our loop, on the terms of “experience”, but V believes that they’re actually all here to moniter our ymbrynes. Most Ymbynes left really fast, lasting only a year or so. But not Wisteria. She’s grown attached to us. And doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon. 

[ymbrynerp]

"I should've asked. My husband loved to brag...he told me he rook down the last Ymbyne in eastern Europe. I could've asked if he brought home any trophee. If I asked, he would've told me." Miss Nightjar insisted. "I chose to live in blissfull ignorance. I chose to be complacent."

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Roma nodded, kissing and hugging her mum and her dad before she went.

Sabina sighed, picking up the baby. "She's so sweet."

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Beth smiled, but inside a fear started stirring, worried and scared that she was dragging John into trouble by being with him.

Miss Glassbill & Miss Avocet RP

@almaperegrin

"Addison, where are you?"

Miss Wren walked down the corridor, looking for her missing dog. She'd seen him as recently as that very morning, but after breakfast he had quickly excused himself.

Now, it seemed, he was nowhere to be found.

Keeping her eyes down to dog level, she was too caught up in her own thoughts to look for oncoming traffic as she rounded a corner.

[evil-feather]

About your headcanons if miss peregrine fainted for how short the clothes of this time are, i don't want to know her reaction now, for the songs xD

Yess! Omg, I bet it would be hilarious. That vine reminded me of that tbh😂

I also did a post a while ago about Miss Peregrine and modern language things because I think she'd be so confused about that as well.

[evil-feather]

You guessed it...more Perekoo headcanons👀

Remember my headcanon about Caul cutting Miss Peregrine's hair while she was sleeping? If not, you can find it here :)

This is an addition to that headcanon:

Alma felt very uncomfortable with her short hair because everyone was staring at her.

Isabel noticed that of course and desperately wanted to make Alma feel better and so she decided to cut her hair too.

That's also when Isabel discovered that she actually prefers her hair short.

Later she decides that she wants to dye her hair too and Alma is nothing but supportive.