#perfectswaddle

[mcrmaidscales]

*        SHE WAS THE WALLFLOWER. So many people danced in their pretty dresses and equally pretty shoes. Looking down at her own shoes, she felt anxiety pool within her. Ariel was sure she’d make a complete fool out of herself if she stood up and tried to join in. In most recent past, she had been so adventurous, not missing a chance to join in, but there was something about being out of place -- of not being truly like the people around her -- that kept her seated.

Seeing feet, the mermaid princess quickly pulled her own back beneath the chair and out of the way. Words were apologetic as she looked up to the stranger and offered him a quick smile, ❝ Sorry. I almost tripped you, didn’t I? ❞

( @perfectswaddle // greeter .

[fierabrasiiisms]

@perfectswaddle

"Y'know," The eight year old began as she hopped up onto the stool across from her grandfather, taking a dramatic pause she pushed her blonde curls over her shoulder - seeming in her mind more mature as she sat up straight and gave the older man a serious look. “You’re not very old for a grandpa.”

[withoutapprcval]

@perfectswaddle

“So you’re...Charming, right?”

Drizella hadn’t really gotten the chance to meet any of Henry’s family, aside from Regina but she’s heard enough stories about their ‘bravery’ and ‘heroism’ to regard the man with skeptic eyes. She huffed softly and cocked her head as she observed him. “I see my sister is already making sure I’m being introduced to every member of her new family now, huh? What’d she tell you about me then?” It was an honest enough question, but one that made Drizella wonder how much faith she should really put in them ‘trying to help her.’ Even the thought of it made her want to laugh.

[heiroflegend]

@perfectswaddle    this

     “i don’t suppose you can make hot cocoa and cinnamon as good as they do at Granny’s?”

[princesircastic-archive]

❤ hugging! AND ღ cheek kiss bc brudder

touch-starved meme | Accepting | @perfectswaddle

❤ - gentle or loving touch & ღ - kisses of any kind

“Get. Off.” James shrugged at the arms currently circling him, trying to wriggle out of the unwanted embrace. He managed to get one arm free, which he then used to push David away - or, at least, attempted to. David, he’d discovered, could be as equally stubborn as he was. “Gods, you’re such a sap.”

[despxratesouls]

Family Reunion

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Glancing up from her work on the farm, Ruth found herself frozen as she took in the figure standing at the gate. She had been resigned to a lonely life, her son leaving her to honour the deal he had made with the king, and yet here he was, standing at the gate. He was home. She barely remembered dropping the tools or hitching her skirt up, but she was moving quickly, hurrying down to greet him. There were no words needed, for her smile spoke volumes, and the way she threw her arms around his neck, drawing him into a warm hug. 

“My sweet, sweet boy, how I have missed you...” she murmured in his ear, thankful to have him back with her, even if it was only temporary. 

[mywhataguy-a]

@perfectswaddle could use a drink

“Pick your poison--” Jacques began, though he quickly bit back the rest of his remark, turning to face the man who’d just taken a seat at the bar. He realized his faux pas immediately-- 

“I uh-- figuratively speaking, of course.” Times like these he realized how deserving he was of the moniker ‘LeFou’. Speaking without thinking and using that particular phrase toward Charming, of all people. Perhaps how would be an ideal time to go bury his head in an ice bucket. Surely the heat from his cheeks would melt it down. They burned red from embarrassment as he hastily cleared his throat.

“Not used to seein’ your lot around here. Heroes, that is.” The tavern didn’t exactly scream ‘good and wholesome’. The Merry Men had made it their pub of preference, however. The walls were decorated with antique armaments, hunting trophies, and plenty of antlers. A fitting purgatory for the squire. Not a day had gone by since the curse broke that this place didn’t remind him of his missing hero.

“But, I never turn away a customer. Welcome to the Hunter’s Tavern. I’m Jacques. We’ve not got much by way of food-- I’m still out a cook, but we’ve got all the drink you could ever want.”