#rolliesmuses

[elxgantcaptain]

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It wasn't often that the Captain was knocked off deck, he was ALWAYS steady on his feet, his balance was unmatched on a rocky sea but.. Someone seemed to have it out for him today. He had felt a blow to the head, perhaps the boon?

Next thing he knew he was tumbling over deck and down into the foaming, bubbling sea below as the waves and the sky waged war on each other above him. He attempted to rise to the surface, but one swift gulp of air was soon smothered by another wave, his head was fuzzy, everything looked blurry.... He must have been hallucinating as he began to pass out, because he could SWEAR he could see an octopus coming towards him...

[highlyeducatxd]

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"For HEAVENS sake! So you EVER shut up?!" The old owl raised his voice, his wings throwing themselves into the air after priorly covering his ears.

[seafoamseashell]

Ariel is unsure what to make of the land of Agrabah. There was so much heat and sand, it left the mermaid uncomfortable, even in this palace visiting Jasmine. Unlike herself, her friend takes her royal duties seriously. The redhead waits outside the door while Jasmine is in a meeting, feeling incredibly bored. A few minutes later, her brown eyes sees a bird flying down the hall. It had colorful red and indigo wings. Ariel stood up and tries to follow it.

@rolliesmuses (Iago) - 🫧🌊

[champagneandcaviar]

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Heavy breathing filled the air, the heaving body of the rodent rising up and down as the adrenaline began to leave his body, claws still on show, suit torn from where his feral nature had escaped.

[musemelodies]

rolliesmuses

" So it is Bug juice? " zazu sighs. "Well, I'm off to Bermuda "

"Yeah, yeah, if ya get lost in the Triangle, I'm not lookin' for ya."

[hayleysmuses]

@rolliesmuses asked:

" Where'd your parents go ,kid? " Fiddles asked the small yellow child-shaped thing known as Bill Cipher.

Yeesh—even in his old age, Sixer's former assistant was just as nosey as ever. "Same place as your sanity and marriage, Specs. Buzz off and go poke another hole in your memory, why don't ya?"

[misc-muses]

@rolliesmuses replied: 'Kevin : the password is Stanford isn't it?

"Only idiots an' amnesiacs make their passwords their own names."

[keepmovinjunior]

meg: i'm not a critter kind of gal

also meg: *talking about murder with iago* *blasting alanis morrisette with timon*

[canon-fcdder]

" So you wanna get brunch and vent about our stupid straight roommates? " Roxy asked Wallace with a wiry grin. - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @rolliesmuses 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 YES.

Wallace would like nothing more than a mutual bitch-sesh with someone who can actually understand what he’s going through. Not in a basic ❛ oh I completely relate ❜ sort of way, where it’s all hypotheticals and personal experiences molded into a semblance of relating. But someone who genuinely, undeniably, pathetically painfully understands. Someone like Roxy, who is willing to admit it but doesn’t seem like the sort to get all weird and burst into tears over it… Not around Wallace anyway.

He doesn’t know what she does in her private time and he’s not about to judge. So long as she keeps that shit private.

❝ Ugh- I was thinking you’d never ask. ❞ He replies with an overdramatic groan to show how desperately he needs this. But in a way that comes across as playful and not pitiable. He’s trying to maintain a mutually-beneficial relationship here, not come across as a charity case. Resting a hand on his hip, he decides to start the session a bit early by throwing some flavor onto his frustrations. A bit of a taste of what’s to come. ❝ This morning I swear Scott was TRYING to drive me insane. He would not shut up about how nervous he was about his date with Ramona. ❞

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he huffs out a dry chuckle, ❝ It’s like— heh… My guy, I haven’t had coffee yet. I am not equipped to even THINK about maybe pretending to care about your love life. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[nerdynanny]

( to Mabel ) " "I have to re-evaluate my world view, just… give me a minute." " Fiddleford huffed as he held up a singular finger.

"Yeah-- it's kinda like that sometimes. When you realize that so many episodes of that one cartoon accurately predicted a lot of bonkers stuff that happened for real? It's pretty freaky."

Mabel had decided to share her wisdom [and her Mabel Juice] with Fiddleford. She was happy her Grunkles had made up with him, and quite frankly found him fascinating and oddly tragic.

"The juice brings out the truth."

[rabbitofthesight]

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"I-I'm very sorry I didn't mean to run into you like that? Are.. Are you alright?" He took a little hob backwards to examine the damage nervously.

[elxgantcaptain]

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"What? What are you looking at?" Hook scowled over to the bird, before turning back to his papers strewn over his desk, maps and charts, tools and notes.

When had been the last time he'd properly slept?

[handsomethrowrug]

"I was not aware that you could sing. " Zazu mumbled, glancing over at Scar. "Your singing sounds nice... "

@rolliesmuses

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"You do flatter me, Zazu. I'm certainly not the best singer, but I can certainly hold a tune when it is required."

It was also helpful in that he was just skilled enough to teeter into the "utterly obnoxious and off-key" territory.

[seafoamseashell]

🔱 → ❝ Sebastian....Why are males so grumpy? I thought Father was the only one. ❞

@rolliesmuses (Sebastian) || mentions: @jimbo-spacehawk - 🫧🌊

[champagneandcaviar]

🔪 for brutus

Send 🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body.

Ratigan was breathing heavily, haunched over in a feral-like pose, eyes still wild and the taste of blood that dripped from his lips and his claws that had split his gloves.

The body of the rat lay mauled and in tatters at his feet as he began to try and ware down his adrenaline high.

[thelostexperiment]

27. for Collin

Usually, Collin was the one who set surprises for everyone, for better or worse. But he wasn't expecting the store-bought tiramisu cake with a #5-shaped candle on top to be placed on his desk as he was reviewing his company's profit margin.

“Surprise!” Susan cheered with her hands giving a jazzy wave as his attention shot towards her. "Happy fifth anniversary, Mr. C!”

Collin blinked confused for a moment. "Fifth anniversary...? Of what?”

His assistant pulled back and her arms gestured to their surroundings. "The company, Ruppells' Poultry."

"OH! Five years already? I didn't even notice... I...", he trailed off as he ruminated on what they've done over the half-decade.

Five years ago Ruppells' Poultry was just an idea he came up with once he stumbled upon the foreverglade fountain in the lost library and found out its water's youth restoring and aging properties. The original reason for the business was just to cultivate a stable revenue for him and Susan while he reshaped his identity, both intrinsically and physically thanks to the de-ageing powers of the fountain water. Now that he looks back on it after all the work, planning and resources that brought them this far it's hard to believe it's only been five years, so much has changed.

His gaze went back to the cake, pensively looking at the transparent reflection of himself in the clear plastic dome protecting the confection. While he was reflecting on how far he'd come since the Lost Library Susan spoke up again as she slid some papers in front of him. “An', more good news— I got the new stock report an' we're actually in the top of the food industry! Ain't that cool? I mean we're actually number two but pretty close, right? At least when it comes to meat products, I mean, we're no Scrooge McDuck but—”

Collin quietly read through the new documents with a deadpan stare of surreality as his assistant rambled on, slowly but surely a small smile started to form as his emotions caught up with the occasion. Pride was swelling in his chest as he reread the document glanced up at the cake and reread it again, his energy bubble as his knee started to shake under the desk. Out of his expansive vocabulary only one word escaped his throat in a horse little whisper— "wow..."

"Right?" The duck woman enthused back, "Ah, Mr. C, I'm just so happy for you. Congrats, really."

Collin rocked forward in his chair, now with a big gaping grin while his eyes swapped between the paper and the cake. His assistant's hype was finally rubbing off on him.

This has to be his proudest moment yet.

"Wow. I've actually gotten us this far—" He said in amazement before, pausing for a little ego check and looked up at his assistant, "I mean we've gotten us this far, of course."

Susan humbly waved him off, "Aw Sir, you're the one doing all the big business stuff I'm just the secretary."

"You're still a great help, Ms. Spruce, to me and this company." He reassured her, standing up, moving around his desk towards her and laying a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you, Susan."

She couldn't resist hugging him for that which he reciprocated.