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That's it, for now!

I'll make more of these soon, so tell me more characters from the saga yall would like to see!

The manipulation of time // Peculiars

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So I was wondering if anyone has any head canons of Ricky or head canons about Ricky and Jacob’s

Or how he would get along with any of the peculiars or ymbrynes

Just comment on the post if you have any

Okay not to make the ymbrynes look bad, I just like to add more depth to characters, sometimes make good people a little bit more shady yknow. But

What if loops do really have a narcotic effect on peculiars and that‘s how the birds ensure they will stay there

Dark Alma Peregrine. Like, she cares about you so much she won’t let you leave. It’s for your own good, whether you agree or not. After losing Abe and Victor, Marcie and Charlotte, she’s done losing those she loves.

Whenever someone asked, Cordelia never knew how to describe her old friend. Tall, complicated, utterly entrancing always came to mind, but they never felt right. They could never show how Rosalind Harte made her feel.

When Margot asked her, she always pushed the questions away. Your grandmother was never one for feelings, her mother told her when she came pouting.

But she knew that wasn’t true. After Cordelia came to live with them, Margot woke in the night to the house shifting in time with the sobs coming from the room next to hers. She felt Cordelia trying to hold it in, but she also felt her wanting, needing, to let it out.

Margot grew up keeping her grandmother’s secrets even closer than her own. She grew up hiding the fact that her nightmares once cracked a window and that her laugh once made the broken drawer handle work again.

She grew up hiding the fact that she knew when this happened. The fact that she could feel the same things that the people around her were feeling. When Pierre DuFleuve’s mother died, she felt his grief. She mourned for a woman that she had never met.

Pierre DuFleuve had never spoken to her.

So when Cordelia Zabelle finally told her only grandchild who the girl in her locket was, she was dismayed at what she had to say after.

“But Grand-maman, she can’t be as old as you. I saw her in the garden just yesterday.”

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