#palaceofwonders

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@palaceofwonders (for lil!sprout)

Weathered hands extend gracefully downwards and scoop up the small child. He is gently towed inwards till he meets her chest. “I’ve got you now...” 

[timeguardiansarchive]

@palaceofmuses​ (continued from X)

“Shi de, di di.” Mulan laughingly replies with a wicked grin. She stretches out a hand and tussles his hair. “You must forget that I --- know--- you. You’re a little sneak when you want to be. Innocent face or not.” 

[killmebutneverinsultme]

“Mr Gibbs, how’s about you take on the duties of looking after your niece, eh?” Jack pushes Meriel into his hapless first mate’s arms without waiting for agreement. “Wonderful. No need to keep me updated.” He promptly tries to make his escape back to his cabin.

@palaceofwonders​

[honorhearted]

Romantic partner meme: Dinah Woodhull

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction! Note: They do not have to be ones my muses would like! / @palaceofwonders

"I care for the Woodhulls a great deal," Ben replied. "Or rather, I care for Abe and his siblings -- but since she is so much younger than me, it can often be difficult to view her as anything but a little sister." He shrugged. "However, as far as most romantic matches go, I could certainly do worse...she is lovely and charming, and that's in spite of being related to Richard Woodhull."

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@palaceofwonders gets a thing because I'm a Weak Ass Bitch

"Melinda." Belle sighed in relief, riding over to hug the other woman tightly. "Thank you for coming. I'm... I'm really lost with this one. I've... I've never had a child come to me before. Not like this... Can you help me?"

[anklesalltheway]

[@firstherofirstlove, Weatherby for Peggy]

Peggy had insisted on visiting Weatherby at Fort Charles. After a tour and meeting the future Commodore Norrington--whom Peggy instantly invited to dinner at the manor--the Governor was called away on an urgent matter and left his wife under James's care.

He later found her in the records room, looking through a book. To anyone else, the chosen book was random and the Swann matriarch was the image of grace. He, however, noticed the masked anxiety flooding her as she quickly searched the pages of this specific book for any mention of one particular name.

Weatherby stood a few steps behind her and uttered gently, "He's not in there, Peggy."

Margaret could hardly set aside her restlessness that day until she finally stepped foot in Fort Charles for an urgent personal matter. But left to her own thoughts a certain melancholy followed her. A nostalgic sadness.

...was she just a dutiful but mute daughter obeying her father’s orders for the best for their family & society’s demands? Should she have fought harder and damned the consequences? Or was there equally a part of a foolish bedazzled girl caught up in the vanity of her own rising star? The longer the days turned to years since her brother left, the more her guilty conscience reflects on her own contribution to those irreversible events now collecting dust in the sands of time.

The mere thought of it cut her sharp.

Worse, knowing her dilemma even now. Her reputation and duty making the stakes impossibly high for her to do anything reckless, even if she wanted to find him, even if she wanted to make amends... It would be a fool's errand to take such risks as a wife and mother... and she could never live with herself to indirectly or directly bring injury upon her own family.

But she could equally not live with herself knowing she stood complacent. She would do anything for her brother...

Would it mean even springing him from jail herself if his name ever did appear in one of these seemingly random little books?

"--Weatherby!" Margaret lifted her head slowly from the book, to look back up at him. Her delicate hand finding his to hold, like searching for a candle in the darkness. She stared up at him for a few long moments, as his words internalized. She could only give her husband a surprised adoring look of gratitude from silently tormented hues, as a tightness clenched in her chest.

"How did you know?"

[unyieldingvalxr]

@palaceofwonders​ (for Dinah)

“I suppose we both keenly know the feelin’ of livin’ in other people’s shadows.” Elsie remarks softly.

[thexforgottenxones]

❌

Leopold walks into a room to find Neal offering them a porcupine.

Leopold stared in shock as he looked at the small creature that the other had. He didn’t know Neal that well yet, but he did like animals, even ones with spikes.

“That’s a cute porcupine. Is it yours? What’s it’s  name?” Maybe it was Neal’s pet. Maybe Neal was trying to figure out how to take care of it. Maybe this was one of those “practical jokes” that Henry had been teaching him about. There was no way to know for certain without asking questions and trying to figure out.

[fairestmusesismoving]

@palaceofwonders​ sent: ❌

He could feel an intense amount of pain radiating through his body. He didn’t know exactly where the attack was coming from but there was something uniquely sinister about it. Something he couldn’t identify. His eyes soon fell to Gideon as he pulled himself over. “Are...are you alright?” He winced. He had a feeling of calm. It was something that reminded him of the Blue Fairy and he wasn’t sure why. It was something soft... He smiled. “We can get out of this. Just hold on.” The ground rumbled and a tree fell onto the street, causing an orchestra of car alarms to begin. Sparks flew and telephone wires arched as magic began to crackle in the air.

[inventorsdaughter]

@palaceofmuses​ asked: ❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞ Adam

“please stay, i could use the company”

[sparrowofmyheart]

She is confused by the man before her.

His first words were "Curse ya for breathin', ya slack-jawed idiot!" after Jack had woken him. He had, of course, recognized the man she now knows to be her biological father afterwards and had seemed quite happy to see him.

He was even accepting of the fact Will doused him with water, which surprised her.

A nice change, truly, compared to the people she usually interacts w. And she’s curious. How do these two know each other? Who is the man?

Intrigued by the situation and who, presumably, she may work with to catch the Black Pearl and return home, Jackie asks, "Who be ye, mate?"

@palaceofwonders

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📜 Sprout

Incorrect Quotes

Anna: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Sprout : I boiled gatorade

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[timeguardiansarchive]

@firstherofirstlove liked for a starter 

When had the air become so frigid? She can feel the ice just as surely as if it had infiltrated the marrow of every last one of her bones. Every breath rose in an ethereal spiral, dangling in the air like a plume of smoke drifting to its eternal doom. Lungs heaved, a gasp rips from between the comfort of her lips. Remembered despair places an unmovable weight upon her chest. Its presence was impossible to dismiss.

Tapered flags catch wind, flittering with hushed prideful boasts. The snow-filled horizon becomes dotted with dark, moving shadows. Soldiers led by the feared Shan Yu. Limbs recollecting training stiffen, bracing for what she knows will follow. 

Distorted sounds manage to surround her. The murderous thrum of arrows in the air, mangled webs of voices, shrieks of agony, cries of death, and shouted commands warm her eardrums. Mulan’s pulse spikes. Her heart is hastened by an unstoppable flood of adrenaline slipping through her veins. 

Lurching, Mulan reaches for what she thinks is a firework. Its heat is a stark contrast to the bitter cold. She drives to pull it closer. 

Suddenly, the weight of her body drops creating a hard thud to the floor. Amber orbs that had been shuttered closed with slumber flash open. She hurriedly discovers she is no longer at war, but she is home. Safe in the sanctity of her own room! Rattled, Mulan’s breaths jar heavily through her trembling frame. Hints of silver mist drift over her eyes yet, do not fall in the form of tears. It had all been so real! She’d been sure of it. 

Once more she startles as a shadow appears in the doorway. Instinct nearly compelled her to reach for a weapon. Despite the alarmingly strong urge, she is able to resist and remains kneeling on the floor. Thankfully, Baba had confiscated the sword. Otherwise, he may have accidentally fallen prey to one of her attacks.

“Baba...” His name is uttered like a prayerful whisper. “I’m .... I’m sorry.” Inklings of fear still hid in the shallows of each word. She could easily pass it off to clumsiness. He would probably find it plausible as he’s borne witness to it many, many times before. (at the price of many tea cups). 

She scrambles to rise from the floor. The abruptness of her movement tugs at the jagged wound on her side, causing her to emit a terrible cry and crumple back down. Frustration floods into her cheeks in the form of an embarrassed flush when she realizes she’d require his assistance. 

Mulan could sense his internalized thoughts. For they seemed to appear in the deep fathoms of her father’s concerned gaze. He blames himself for her returning wounded though he couldn’t be more proud of the hero she’s transformed into.

“None of what happened was your fault.” She attempts to assure him. 

[sparrowofmyheart2]

She is confused by the man before her.

His first words were "Curse ya for breathin', ya slack-jawed idiot!" after Jack had woken him. He had, of course, recognized Jack afterwards and had seemed quite happy to see the man

The surprise at the familiarity crossed her face immediately, and Jackie had not thought to hide it. He's a pirate like Jack, like herself.

A nice change, truly. Intrigued, she asks, "Who be ye, mate?"

@palaceofwonders

[honorhearted]

🔥 Abe

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not. / @palaceofwonders

"You're truly asking me?" Ben asked, attempting to keep a straight face. "Because I hope you know now is my time to enact revenge for when we were boys...specifically, when you called me carbuncle face during my acne-riddled youth."

Chuckling, he continued, "Of course not, Abe. I should hope you'd know by now that you're not my type. If you're fishing for compliments, I recommend Anna Strong -- or better yet, your wife."

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@palaceofwonders sent: ☽ for a sleepy text

Send a Symbol for a Text

{Text; Melinda} I'm so far down the spirit rabbit hole that when I lost my dorm keys this morning, I was sure one of them took them.

{Text; Melinda} They were in my hand... 🤦🏻‍♀️

{Text; Melinda} I'm so tired. I need to sleep. How the hell did you deal with all this through college? And why are colleges this bad with them??