#cxnscience

[keepmovinjunior]

inspired by @cxnscience , who observed correctly that meg and jiminy have “ no business making the references that they do ”

[hxzelwallflower]

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❝ Oui . Though at this rate I'm tempted to just leave them , seeing as they had a bit of ambiance to this place . ❞

With Beast's castle residing here nowadays there's all but trees crowding the edge , with pine needles and discarded blueberries littering the terrain . Granted he's not alone in finding them scattered , Woody has also made a habit of collecting them , with many replacing the jewels ontop the merry-go round .

Alas , not everyone has good intentions with these shards . Even so she'll let Gaston the woodsmen tinker with them just a bit longer ; maybe until he respectfully pokes his eye out .

The fact she even found Jiminy among all this foliage is nothing short of a miracle , and while careful in her handling of the shard that same hand in then lowered for him to climb on . Should he wish to travel back with her .

❝ Call me old-fashioned , but I'd rather you not get swept away by the current . Or by a puddle , mind you . ❞

[leaderinmovingblog]

Take a drink every time this roach starts a fight in the name of being a conscience. @cxnscience​

[aethergate]

@cxnscience asked ; "That's not me." from a really old sentence starter and this is my sign to rb more probably ! no longer accepting .

There's a an ecstatic giggle from the dragon as Jiminy catches a glimpse of his handiwork - he'd made sure to draw it on the pavement right next to living with the land so he'd really get a good look at it! A few pieces of chalk and creative inspiration can really go a long way, as is shown by the highly exaggerated doodle of the cricket; the top hat was practically bigger then his whole head, a stern expression rested on his face, and, perhaps most strangely, ears were drawn on both sides of his head.

"Whaddya mean it's not you? I think the resemblance is perfect!"

[wxshxngstxr]

An artistic representation of the dash.

[opportunistic-chicanery]

@cxnscience​

“Look at her go!” the villain hollered, peering out from under the shade up his beach umbrella at the machine his henchmen had just installed beside him. “Synchronize your wrist watches, boys. In a couple of hours. We’ll have enough sun for year round tans at the Northern Frontier.” 

Satisfied with the state of the scheme, he sat back in his lounger and started sipping at a tall glass of lemonade while mumbling to himself. “Suck... sap... sap the sun from Solaria. Sunless Solaria. Mmm...” he played with the wording a bit more before looking down at his third and latest companions, the cricket. “Enjoy the view, Jim?”

[dodo-in-wonderland]

Starter for @cxnscience​

It hadn't really been the best of days for the Dodo.  All of his antagonizing Bill only resulted in him him being hurled down a well and forced to pull himself up before he drowned.  His feathers were soaked as he shook off the residual water.

If he weren't a bird of the land he'd be even more perturbed by the ordeal.  It didn't help that he also got laughed at - a sting to his usual haughty and prideful nature.  

The irritated bird shook his pipe about before eyeballing it.

"Oh, sod it," he mumbled to himself and fluffed up his feathers, shaking them dry.

Not only would he have to dry out, his precious pipe had been waterlogged.  No smoking for him for a while.  He couldn't even take the edge off of being angry.  Whatever had caused him misfortune also reminded him not to indulge in his bad habits.

Dodo turned around to be and lifted his foot, not even noticing the small being in his way. Before his talons reached the ground he jumped back and released his pipe, fumbling around he finally managed to catch it as it danced around in his feathery hands.

"By jove! I almost killed a man!" His tone one of utter shock, being lowering an octave as he place a hand beneath his beak and eyed the cricket.  "A very.... small man."

[bonkersdbobcat]

@cxnscience​ continued from here

  There’s a sharp, excited gasp out of Bonkers. Tongue stuck out in concentration, he reaches way down into his inner pockets and pulls a pen out. “Noooo problem! I’m on parking duty today.” It doesn’t occur to him it might be too big. Nevertheless, he sets it down very gently with his hat next to it, then sits himself down as well. “Gosh, I still get chills when I hear your song in opening credits.”