My Name Is Banan. I Will Tell You My Story With A Heart Full Of Worry And Sadness, But Full Of Hope.

｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅My Peculiarity｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

What am I? I am a phoenix ymbryne!! As an ymbryne, I can transform into my Phoenix self, as well as use different qualities of my bird self as a human, thus I can sprout wings, a beak, or even feathers whenever I wish

I also can manipulate and manifest time loops and pause time using a pocket watch that is always around my neck, this is what it looks like:

here’s some inspo to what my wings look like!

My peculiarity also has some special elements to it, such as my dust ability. While having my feathers out, I can pluck one out and turn it to dust using an incantation, which I can use as a healing substance if I blow it onto someone injured or aging forward (which it resets their internal clock!) thus when I’m outside of loops, I cannot age forward, I have an internal loop inside of me, although there is a slight disadvantage to this. If I use all of my feathers, I will turn into dust myself for 24 - 72 hours, I’m technically conscious but I need to restore my strength

although one can recognize the disadvantages to having this strength, as the adopted daughter of Miss Peregrine, her brothers wanted to take me in as their own to extract that power for their own immortality gains, but thankfully so far I’ve been protected (hint hint for future events)

I mainly chose this peculiarly because I wanted to help Fiona and the other looped peculiars in Devils Acre, but also because I thought it was a neat form of peculiarity

also flying is the best feeling in the world, like holy shit it’s the most freeing feeling ever

anyways I hope you enjoyed todays post!! Might be posting some tarot reading from my DR and connecting to the wards 🤭

maladaptive daydreaming child to reality shifting teen pipeline needs to be studied

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

Reblog if it's okay to start talking to you.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚DR Pet Moodboard⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

I literally want the most unconventional pets ever, I legit don’t understand my obsession with unrealistic pets, like I would love these little guys roaming around the house and giving them all the love in the world

I also put all their names in :>

(all images are from Pinterest‼️‼️‼️)

For the DR ask game 💙

— 🍏 CRISP GREEN APPLE … what’s a memory from your childhood in your DR that stands out amongst the others? the edges of the picture are crisp, it may not be particularly good or bad—but intricately memorable

— 🍅 SCARLET TOMATO … what’s the juiciest secret you’ve ever kept or will keep in your DR? the kind of scandalous thing that would positively burst into drama if revealed

— 🍊 SUNSET CITRUS ORANGE … what’s your favorite kind of outing to go on in your DR, with your friends, family, or your partner? whether it’s a classy art gallery, a carefree rocky beach, or an urban jaunt to the mall, you know you’ll have a good time every time

{+ if you have an s/o}

— 🍉 JUICY WATERMELON … what’s your favorite thing about your lover in your DR? the way they smell like home, how they make your chest hurt with laughter, how they take care of you. maybe the way their hair falls in their face just so

EEEEEEEK IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS!!!! Thank you so much!!

I will be answering from my MPHFPC DR self, Eleanor Peregrine :>

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The first time I’ve ever created my own loop. The sparks I felt coming from my hands, my wings being in flames, seeing the world spin around me as I floated in the air. The wind whipping around me and then it all stopped. It paused, time paused for me. I looked around the once powerful waves of the Wales ocean, now still as a stone. And once I set my pocket watch back, everything went back to motion. The loop was inside of the already created 1940 loop in Cairnholm, and it spanned a few feet wide, it wasn’t much, but it was my first loop. The intense feelings of pride and excitement and exhilaration flowed through my veins like nothing else. That was the moment I felt how truly powerful I was

2. 🍅

I promised myself to never tell this to Emma, but once Abe left, Miss P would ask me to go outside the loop to check in on him at different points of his life. No normal ever saw me, as normals see me as a mourning Dove while peculiar folk see me in my white-phoenix form. I was there when Abe got married, when Franklin and Susan were born, I watched them grow up. I remember how disappointed Abe was that they weren’t peculiar, but he loved them greatly. I would report back to Miss P after every visit, she loved him as her own son and it made her happy to know he was safe and had his own family. it was years later that I went back to check in on Abe, as Miss P decided it was time to stop meddling and let him move on. But now, I left on my own reasons. I had gone to visit Abe give him hell about not answering Emma’s letters, because the week before I came to visit she had a full mental breakdown because of some shit Enoch said about Abe leaving her behind. She begged me to check in on him and to find any form of consolation. But when I got to Florida, it was 7-year old Jacob who answered the door. I was stunned, I could basically see the peculiarness fuming off of him. I introduced myself as a relative to Abe’s neighbor as to not cause suspicion. I ended up giving Abe hell later that day after hanging out with Jacob for a bit. when I got back to Cairnholm, I couldn’t allow myself to tell Emma about Jacob, after I told Emma about Abe getting married and having kids, she wouldn’t speak for months. Now if she knew he had a grandkid, I couldn’t let that happen again. It would be only until Jacob got to Cairnholm that she found out, and thankfully it went well.

3. 🍊

Of course I’m going to say the hidden part of the beach at Cairnholm. We’ve spend endless hours there, it is our go to place for every hang out, date, or party. We walk the beach twice every day, we go swimming, we practice our peculiarities without worrying there would be normals. It is our sanctuary, where we can be us, and not be confined in the house. We can breathe as we run through the thick forestry to get out to the cold waters.

4. 🍉

(so I made a recent change to my MPHFPC script, as well as the rest of my scripts, that my S/O in all of my DR’s is my boyfriend in my CR)

I’m about to rant a lil bit teehee

THE WAY THIS MAN OH MY LAWD-

He is so sweet and gentle and funny and cute and silly and smart OH MY BIRDS HE IS SO SMART

He looks at me like I am the world in his palm, he kisses me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, he holds me so tight that all I can feel is our warmth and our hearts beating. I’ve never felt so much love and affection and mutual respect for another person. I could never choose one favorite part of him, because everything about him is perfect to me. Yet I understand his flaws, his own burdens, his angst, and I accept and love every bit of him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

thank you so much for the ask, I love answering things about my DRs and it brings me so much motivation ❤️

Happy shifting everyone!!! ♾️

Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

Lil fun fact about my CR

So!

I am a lead singer and guitarist in a band, we are called Vessels of Rebirth. We have 5 members, including myself, and currently we have learned two songs and starting two more

I have just finished my first draft for our first original song and I wanted to share the lyrics and if you guys have any ideas or criticism I'd love to hear it!

**PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR TAKE MY LYRICS**

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The song is called Pennies for the Dead -

Verse 1: I’ve asked myself the age-old question, Is it really worth the fight? They sell you chains and call them choices, Bleed you dry beneath the lights.

If you find yourself contented Cherish these words like dust— Work hard, smile, and don’t complain, When they leave you out to rust.

They build their castles out of marrow, Line their pockets with our bones. Sing us lullabies of virtue, While they carve our names to stone—

Chorus: So tell me—was it worth it? Did you find what you were looking for? Tell me—did you earn it? Or just steal it from the poor? Take my body, take my spirit, Drain me ‘til there’s nothing left, A poor man’s poison Is just another penny for the dead

Verse 2: I watched the years slip through my fingers, Like wages never meant to stay. They built a throne from our surrender, We built their kingdoms, brick by grave

You’ve turned my hands to iron shackles Worn my bones down to gears Though you may feast upon my labor You’ll die choking on my screams

Chorus: So tell me—was it worth it? Did you find what you were looking for? Tell me—did you earn it? Or just steal it from the poor? Take my body, take my spirit, Drain me ‘til there’s nothing left, A poor man’s poison Is just another penny for the dead

Bridge: Tell me now—was it worth it? You stand alone atop your grave. Built your kingdom out of corpses, Now there’s no one left to save.

All the hands that fed your empire, Now they rise with bloodstained teeth. You can beg, you can bargain— But the dead don’t grant relief.

Final: If you are to listen to one last thing dear Promise your heart’s desire For if you follow the iron road You’re doomed to a pit of fire

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STOP OMG ‼️‼️‼️

I have this horrible problem/habit of referring to myself as “we”. Like I talk to myself about things that I do and I say “oh yea we did that *insert something* and I DONT DO IT ON PURPOSE. Like whenever I say “we” I just mean myself, yet part of me knows there are more “me’s” out there, especially my DRself so I conjoin them together into just saying “we” instead of “I” now that you bring this up, I’m honestly gonna start doing that because I talk to myself a ton (I swear I’m not crazy just when I’m alone I like to think out loud to better my plan or work 😭🙏)

thank you so so so much for this you have no idea 😭🙏🩷

you heard of the "refer to your dr self in first person instead of talking like it's somebody else."

now may I present to you: "referring to your cr self in third person" to detach from this reality.

I'm not involved in this bitch's life anymore, I'm leaving.

hmmm…something about this just screams “Althea Grimmelwald” .. I couldn’t possibly fathom why though 🤔🤨🧐

Cynthia Matthews. Bike on 5th Avenue