Ok So Who Is Going To Give Me An Au Where Connor Transfers To Northshore High Following His Suicide Attempt

ok so who is going to give me an au where connor transfers to northshore high following his suicide attempt and he just so happens to transfer the year before cady gets there and when she gets there she’s like “oh he’s cute” and the plastics are like “no he’s weird”

essentially what i’m saying is i want an au where cady falls for connor instead of aaron and instead of all the drama that unfolds, we just get the plastics thinking she’s out of her mind bc who the hell would ever have a thing for connor murphy??

Alma likes Johanna. She likes all of her children, but she has a small soft spot for her ymbryne in training. Perhaps it is because they share same peculiarity. Perhaps it is because that sometimes, Johanna reminds Alma of herself. She doesn’t think she’ll ever truly know why. But she is fond of the young woman. And she is grateful to have another ymbryne around to help with the children. It makes things run just that much smoother, which is always nice.

Yes, it would. But such is the life of a peculiar. Lying and hiding is all most peculiar children have ever known. Alma herself never knew a life without it. It keeps them safe. And keeping the children safe is an ymbryne’s sole purpose in life. Johanna knows this.

Alma sighs just loud enough to be audible. “Unfortunately,” she says, fixing Johanna with a severe look, “we must. It is imperative that we keep the children safe, and to do that, we must lie. If that does not agree with you, Miss Nightingale, I suggest you find a different profession.”

@notefinal's a.lma p.eregrine sent: ❛ my dear, i think we can make this so much simpler if we agree not to lie to each other. what do you think? ❜

lying is the core of her person. remove her spine from her back and find thousands of lies tumbling from the wound. whether she looks the other directly in the eye or tugs at her sleeves, johanna has no problem in twisting the truth. it's the only way that she's kept herself safe. when a bird senses their predator, they don't hesitate in flying away. johanna's wings are the fibs that slips. does she even know how not to lie? she has the feeling miss peregrine wouldn't care for her truth anyway. she doesn't want to be an ymbryne, she wants to be free.

duty ties her down. guilt clips her wings. johanna curses her particularity behind closed doors ( that was still open---just a tad ). training to become an ymbryne was the only way to escape from him. she's only fallen into another trap. there are children of her own kind who need women like her. she has a duty. and yet, she wishes she didn't. she can't cook to save her own life. she doesn't know how to be a mother. she doesn't want to be trapped in the same day anymore.

curl is tucked behind her ear. ❝ i'm sure it is. ❞ not an agreement. not declining the offer, either. johanna's gaze slowly raises back to miss peregrine's, biting back a plead to escape. what kind of person would she be if she turned her back on her own kind? ( a runaway. the blood of one still flows through her veins. ) ❝ it would be much easier if we didn't have to lie. ❞

plotting call for the tradition ocs! please have some sort of idea in mind when i approach you, and multis, please know which muse/muses you’d like to write with.

starter call for the mike muses! if you don’t specify muse, you won’t get anything.

muses listed under the cut

rolf “riff lorton” lautmann

connor murphy

art donaldson (if you want a starter for art, please read this if you haven’t already, as i tend to set most art interactions post canon)

andrew “dodge” mason

johnathan robert “jack” twist, jr

arthur hartman

new oc alert!

eugene lawrence robinson, born to charles and eleanor robinson in 1944. he is the heir to robinson industries, a very successful oil business that was started in the mid 1920s by his father. charles is the only one that knows most of the money he made came from bootlegging illegal liquor. but robinson industries is an honest one now, and eugene would be the heir to it if anyone could find him.

he ran away at age fourteen. he didn’t want to be a businessman. he didn’t know what he wanted to be, but he knew he didn’t want to be stuck in an office and wearing a suit all day. he ran to chicago, figuring it was far enough from home that his parents wouldn’t think to look for him there. he started pickpocketing relatively early on and by the time he turned twenty, he was a pretty good thief. he’d started going by james walker around his fifteenth birthday, and he would often tell people to call him jay. he found that it made them trust him easier.

eugene had, unfortunately, found his calling. he could’ve had all the money he wanted with just a phone call home, but, in his opinion, stealing was more fun. by the time jay turned twenty three, he had a system going. he would pretend to be a journalist and interview people for magazines or newspapers or television, and then once they left their house, he would return to rob them. somehow, no one suspected the journalist they’d been interviewed by hours or days prior. in addition to theft, james was also a natural at forgery. he had thousands of business cards that he’d made over the years. all of them looked authentic.

james has yet to be caught. the people of chicago have yet to put together that they’re being robbed by the same journalist that’s interviewing them about their tomatoes or their children or their pets. james hopes to keep it that way.

while james is based in 1967, i have absolutely no issue moving him up the timeline to the modern day.

james has no experience in journalism aside from what he’s picked up over the years, both from interviewing people himself and shadowing other journalists under the pretense of an internship.

like this for a starter from connor murphy. if you’d like, you can specify a verse. multis, please specify a muse or else you won’t get anything.