#mphpc

[metaphoricallymagpie]

I've been finally getting back into the fandom like I was before recently and I've been loving it so much. I realized just how much I missed it when I opened up Hollow City and smelled the pages, it just brought back so many memories from the fandom and my love for the series.

I guess this is my long way of saying thank you guys for being so awesomesauce and sharing my love for this crazy series. Reading my fic, liking my art, and creating stuff of your own for me to enjoy.

you guys are so amazing <333

[vamparic-fangirl]

I challenge any Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children artists to draw any character yelling at any other character

“You common Pleabian!”

I only know one MPHPC artists but if there’s any others, go ahead and try

@dragonsdendoodles

[hxney-lemcn]

Ooof i feel bad for asking but ummm can we get more Millard x reader ( reader can control color and loves painting)( I understand if you are tired of writing him so no worries) love you’re work ❤️❤️❤️

Summery: Reader uses their skill to create a painting for Millard.

tw: None

a/n: Don’t be afraid to request! I’m glad you did! I love Millard and I don’t think I could get tired of writing for him. I hope you enjoy!

wc: 0.6k

Master List 

“Millard?” I called out hesitantly. He was standing in front of the mirror in his room and I knew what was running through his mind. His hat swiveled to me, letting me know I had his attention.

“(Y-y/n)!” Millard exclaimed with surprise. “W-wha, I-I was uh.” I walked into his room and stood beside him and placed my hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry Mill,” I smiled sadly. “I understand.” 

I heard him let out a sigh, “D-do...could you...” I nodded my head. I stood behind Millard and put my hands on both of his shoulders. I closed my eyes and imagined how I think Millard would look. Short curly brown hair, hazel eyes, some freckles on his cheeks. I opened my eyes and there stood a colored Millard who gaped at his appearance. He touched his skin softly in disbelief. 

I painted this memory in my head to use for later reference. Millard smiled as tears filled his eyes. Slowly his image disappeared and he once again was invisible. I rubbed his back slowly hoping that it helped. 

“Thank you,” He whispered.

“Anything for you Millard,” I replied with a sweet smile. Once Millard was okay I went to my room. I got out a blank canvas Miss Peregrine was able to get me. I got out my paints and placed everything on/around the easel. 

With swift strokes I was lost in my world of art. I wanted to make this perfect, it is for Millard after all. I made sure to recreate the scene from earlier, taking time to get every detail right. 

*Knock knock*

I ignored the sound and continued painting. I wanted to finished this soon because I couldn’t wait to see how Millard would react.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

The person was getting impatient and I just let out a sigh.

“What?!” I shouted.

“It’s dinner time!” An angry Enoch replied. I let out a sigh and put away my art supplies, making  sure to clean accordingly. 

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It took a few days to finish the painting. Once I was done I made sure to hide it. I went to find Millard but he was no where to be found.

“Last I checked Millard was studying the pigs,” Emma spoke up. I smiled at her and nodded. I made my way down to the village, waving to people who passed me. I got to the pigs and looked around. Millard was an excellent hider, but I was a better at making him reveal himself.

“I wonder where Millard could be,” I said dramatically. “I wanted to give him a present but if I can’t find him I guess Olive would appreciate it.” 

“Present?” I heard Millard ask to my left. I let out a giggle and nodded. 

“C’mon,” I gestured him to follow me as I started to walk back to the house. 

We walked in silence, in fact the only way I knew he was with me was due to the fact that he was holding my hand. Something that wasn’t unusual for us to do. We were close friends but our bond was definitely stronger than that. 

Once the house was in view I started to run, dragging the poor boy behind me. We got to my room and I made him sit on my bed.

“Are you ready Mill?” I asked with a giant grin. 

“The most ready I’ve ever been,” He replied with what I imagined him to be smiling as well. I grabbed the painting that was in my closet. I turned around and showed him what I created. There was a deafening silence before I was embraced. I hugged back, being careful of the painting. “Thank you,” Millard whispered into my ear.

“Of course,” I whispered back. The painting contained Millard and I, both with loving smiles. Millard pulled away slowly and carefully grabbed the canvas. 

“I’m going to keep this safe and cherish it with my entire being,” He said gratefully. 

“Not as much as I cherish you!”

[almaperegrin]

Ymbrynes in their bird form: part one

Miss Peregrine:

Miss Avocet:

Miss Bunting:

Miss Cuckoo:

[felineempress]

[missprp]

Did I draw Miss Wren again? Yes, yes I did.

@gemvictorfromtheponyverse

[wishem]

I keep imagining this everytime I read about the Hollowgast in Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children so I named him Dima

[jellyfishparade]

I want Ransom Riggs to include this picture in his next mphfpc book