#A rabbit into the mousehole

[mousieversebutwithrabbits]

Introduction/info (sprites/written by biku)

Well well well, look Os, someone is interested in this!

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hello there beloved visitor! We welcome you to this askblog about Mousehole!

wasn't it Mouseverse? (Henrys note:yes, you can ask either the mouseverse or mousehole variants of characters questions)

uhhhhh

O^O

anyways!

Before you leave your questions overhere, we have to warn you that all that happens here is non canonical.

it would be really messy if it was

with that being said, please dont ask something stupid, weird, or gross, please.

We want this to be chill

now, here is the list of everyone available to ask

Os and Micku, Pizzawald and Stormy, Ortensia, Felix, Pete, Cliff, Fanny, Mortimer, Epic, King, Sorcerer, Prince, Euthanasia, Farmer, Prowler (more to be added soon!)

Enjoy!

Ask-blog run by @alterworldstudios and @bikualfa35

[bikualfa35]

A RABBIT INTO THE MOUSEHOLE: CHAPTER 1

Had you ever thought about how big the universe is? How small are we compared to the planets, stars, or even galaxies that there are out there? How we are nothing and yet, we worry about so little things? Think about it. Would anyone even care if you are gone? You would say your friends and family but... give them 5 years, and they will not remember you. Maybe the solution is just to give up, to not fight anymore to be remem-

RING RING RING RING RING RING

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT UP!"

That was Oswald, who got up from his bed to shut up the clock that woke him up from his beauty sleep. Except that he isn't a beauty and threw the clock to the floor without noticing

"Great, now i have a broken clock" He said, as he grabbed his phone to check the time. 7:45. He was late

"IM LATE!"

He raced to his wardrobe and grabbed his uniform, changing as fast as he could, and exiting the door. It was a miracle that he didn't tripped with any stair of the building's stair case, but at least he could hop onto his scooter completely fine

"Mister Oswald! Your pin fell!" One of the bunny kids that always were around the neighborhood hoped to him with his pizza themed name tag. "Oh, thanks kid! You saved me from a lot of trouble there!" He patted the bunny kid's head as a thanks, and turned on his scooter to rush to the devilish workplace

"Rabbit, you have 3 seconds to explain why the hell you got here LATE" And that, was Mortimer, Oswald's annoying boss, not to say abusive and oppressive "The name's Oswald-" "ONE" "Okay okay! I just... got stuck in the traffic when getting here. That is something i cant control y'know-" "UGH, Fine. Go to the kitchen and get the orders sent. AND DONT MESS IT UP"

The rabbit ran to the kitchen, grabbing the pizzas that he had to deliver, and picking up a note of who he had to deliver "So... North Mean Street north... Blot alley... and... house of- HOUSE OF- HUH!?" He couldn't even finish his phrase. House of Mouse, the famous theater dinner club ran by Mickey mouse and his friends. FRICKIN' MICKEY MOUSE. HE WAS GOING TO DELIVER PIZZA TO MICKEY HIMSELF

Oswald gulped, now understanding why Mortimer was slightly more agitated today. For what the rabbit knew, Mortimer went to that place often, maybe he told Mickey about his business. Or God knows what passed through Mickey's mind to make an order there. "OKAY OSWALD FOCUS, LETS DELIVER THIS BEFORE THE TRAFFIC GETS WORSE DAMMIT" And he rushed to his scooter with the pizzas

But it couldn't be that good always. His bad luck, like always, came to mess him up with the traffic. Even though his family was known for being extremely lucky. For example there was one time that his grandparent was saved in the ward from being killed because all the bullets missed, practically leaving his silhouette in the wall, or that's what he heard. Guess the family luck ended in him.

Wait. What if his luck messed up his encounter with Mickey? Is he going to mess it up? The mouse is going to be mad?

"Hey! You arrived finally" "Huh? Oh yes sir, here, his pizza" Without realizing, he had already arrived to the museum of mean street. He didn't even realized that he was lucky to not have an accident while he was daydreaming. Well, more like Daynightmaring.

He drove back to where he came from, since he had to turn around to even go to his final destination, house of mouse. Man he was nervous. He felt like a kid going to meet his idol, and its not an exaggeration. He always wanted to be like Mickey, social, successful (even if this makes him a bit selfish), and most importantly, loved. Loved and being cared for, and not being treated like useless shit

He parked his scooter, grabbed the pizza, and took a deep breath. "Okay, its going to be just a moment, calm down Oswald, you can do this, you can do this" With that, he walked inside the mouse's propriety. Nervous during his whole walk, he knocked the door

"He-hello?" He asked, with awkwardness in is voice, as he slowly knocked the door again, and it gave in, since it opened slightly. This worried Oswald, why would Mickey leave the door open? He walked inside the mansion, only to find out that it was all messed up, like if a hurricane passed by, that or a wolf pack got inside, since there were scratches here and there. Something was wrong, Oswald thought

That's when he heard a cry of pain outside

He immediately dropped the pizza and ran to the backyard, what was going on here?

This was answered by some growls outside, and more high pitched grunts. He had to go there quickly

When the door was opened, he couldn't believe it. He was witnessing Mickey mouse with a cane on his hands, fighting an ink monster that was like ten times his size, that held him like if he was nothing. He was completely frozen, only reacting when the monster threw Mickey to the floor, and its gaze got on Oswald

"U-ugh- what are you looking at? RUN!" Mickey shouted, as he clumsily got up and ran inside the mansion with Oswald. The monster didn't wasted time too, and rushed inside trying to find them. It got stuck on the door, but it got one of its arms inside, and tried to grab both rodents

"Are you okay Mr. Mouse?" "Yes, i-i think. But that's not important now" "What do you mean its not important!? You are wounded-" "Its better if we hand out that thing first kid!" Mickey seemed more harsh and serious than usual, and well, they were hiding behind a fallen stand from a monster, that is a very valid reason to not be in a happy mood.

The giant hand made its way through, and while Oswald took a pizza cutter from under his hat, it grabbed Mickey and pulled him back to the monster. The rabbit saw this, completely scared, watching how Mickey struggled to free himself from the grip, but it was useless, and it was obvious that he was in pain. Now everything was on Oswald's hands, and his cowardly attitude was starting to appear on his face

Although, for everyone's surprise, specially the ink monster, Oswald jumped at the monster with the pizza cutter, not knowing what he was doing. With the surprise effect, he managed to slice the monster's face in half. Oswald thought he won, but the monster made another arm, and trapped him while it tried to regain his shape. Highlight the "tried", since the monster exploded a couple of seconds later after it grabbed Oswald

The explosion threw Mickey and Oswald to the floor, the first one being more affected than the second. The rabbit got up a with some trouble, but managed to get close to Mickey, who was still on the floor

"Mr. Mouse!? Mr. Mouse please wake up!" The mouse grunted when he heard Oswald's calling "Just call me Mickey, no worries... ow..."

Oswald tried to help Mickey to get up, but its not like the wounds allowed him to do so. He was so bad right now, that he even had trouble speaking. "He-hey! T-try to hold up, im going to call an ambulance-" "Its too late for me, boy, dont worry about me anymore" "B-but you can still be saved! Just try to hold up please-" "Whats your name, boy?" "Huh- that its not important right now!" "Yes it is, I want to know the name of today's savior"

That last reply made Oswald confused. He, a hero? "My name is Oswald" "Oswald huh?... i felt like i had heard it before... i bet it was someone good... just like you..." "What do you mean?" "Yes... i can trust you..." "Mickey what are you talking about?"

The mouse gave no reply

"Mickey? MICKEY WAKE UP! WAKE UP PLEASE!"

That was the final thing he had heard, before melting away

[rainesol]

Anyone who laughed at the stargazy pie in the white rabbit fest drop and give me 30 tears of joy reading The Mousehole Cat

[tayyemon]

4 Tabletop Games on Kickstarter you NEED to check out!

Tabletop games are a guilty pleasure of mine, and it is a darn shame I do not play too many of them as often as I can, but I was scrolling through Kickstarter after one of my friends sent a link, so down the rabbit hole I went! Anyways, here are four of the ones that piqued my interest!

1. Familiars and Foes by Horrible Adorables

In this magical strategy board game, you play as one of five elemental familiars to your witch/wizard as they have been…KIDNAPPED! Throughout the game you build up your chosen familiar to become a formidable foe against the foes themselves.  

Players: 1-5, with each campaign being anywhere from 20-90 minutes.

Is this Project Funded? Not fully, but very close! This project is an all or nothing one as well, meaning it might get scrapped completely if not fully funded.

Pledge Amount Needed for the game itself: $49.00 USD.

Date the Project Closes Funding: November 3rd, 2022.

Estimated Release: August 2023.

Fun Fact, Horrible Adorables are also Artisan Toy Makers!

2. Heists in Hyperspace by Time Loop Games

Take control as captain of your very own Treasure Hunting Crew! Take an out of this world, intergalactic journey as you and other rival Treasure Hunters go head-to-head to see who can collect the most Renown. Though do be sure to plan both your moves and resources accordingly!

Players: 2-4 in a campaign that is planned for 60 minutes.

Is this Project Funded? Not quite but it’s a little over halfway there. Just like the previous entry, it is also an All or Nothing.

Pledge Amount Needed for the game itself: $32.00 USD as an early bird bonus!

Date the Project Closes Funding: November 3rd, 2022.

Estimated Release: April 2023.

Fun Fact, this project is AAPI made, as Time Loop Games are based in Singapore.  

3. Starsworn: Compendium Adventure by Michael Low

In this choose your own adventure, you take the reins on your own story and only you can determine what happens next. This child friendly game also serves as a learning experience on characterization, writing, and reading as well as the art of storytelling. A great introduction to roleplaying for the kids as well.

Players: Are not listed but are you really planning on playing this game by yourself? Come on now…

Is this Project Funded? YES!

Pledge Amount Needed for the game itself: $15.00 USD if you want the downloadable PDF (this will be the only version you’ll be able to access to if you reside outside of the US). $25.00 USD for a physical copy.

Date the Project Closes Funding: November 19th, 2022.

Estimated Release: November 2022 (PDF) December 2022 (Physical).

Fun Fact, this game is co-created by Daniel Hinds, the writer of Stories Podcast. You will also need three (3) six (6) sided dice.

4. Koriko: A Magical Year by Jack Harrison (Mousehole Press)

In this single player board game, you, a teenage witch, decide how your year away from home goes. Study your magic? Become friendly with the other towns people (confidants)? Hunt for treasure? You decide in this game!

Players: 1

Is this Project Funded? YES overwhelmingly so as well (a very very good thing cause I AM HOOKED IN!!!!).

Pledge Amount Needed for the Game itself: $14.00 USD for a PDF version, and $32.00 USD for a physical copy.

Date the Project Closes Funding: November 7th, 2022.

Estimated Release: September 2023.

Fun Fact, this game was inspired by Kiki’s Delivery Service.  

Well that concludes this list for now! I look very much forward to all of these games! Do you have a project I missed or one you want to shout out in the notes? You are welcome to add it down below!

[helenahxnts]

@noansweratall

It was the sound that caught Helena’s attention. 

Hard not to, when the area around her room tended to be quiet. Helena had been one of the more recent arrivals, all things considered, and she wasn’t exactly well-liked. Not disliked, per se, but definitely not viewed with much trust or interest. No one had moved into the room across from hers for as long as she’d been in the Mousehole. 

And it was Sinatra. A thousand bright-gilded memories all wrapped up in one man’s voice. 

Helena set her laptop aside and got off her bed, heading to the door. The sound was louder there. She closed her eyes for a moment, just basking, before straightening up and stepping out into the hallway. Her knuckles rapped against the door across from hers; she waited a beat before she let herself in, leaning in the doorway. 

—Oh. Helena blinked when she saw the featureless face turn to stare at her. Blank slate for a face, shirtsleeves, blue fedora and coat hung up on a... taxidermied horned rabbit? Well damn. There was only one person that could be, and it definitely wasn’t anyone she could’ve expected. Helena hadn’t even known that the Question was in Sokovia. Hadn’t even been sure he was still around, really, what with how outspoken he was about... everything. “Didn’t know you were around, Question,” Helena greeted, tilting her head. “But I should’ve guessed.” She huffed a laugh, stepping inside properly. “Sinatra? I’m a big fan. Figured I’d crash the party.” 

[codenamehavkeye]

@edline Where: The Sokovian countryside; deep in the woods. When: Present-day.

More people always meant more mouths to feed. Everyone always seemed to forget that part of working in impractically enormous teams.

Not that Clint was complaining. It gave him an opportunity to go outside and stay there, enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. The Mousehole was great for what it was, but Clint couldn’t help but feel that it was exactly as its name implied—cramped. Especially after the DC riots that had everyone filtering in. Full of other bodies, of expectations, of opinions. Loud personalities that would begin to clash any day. 

But until that happened, Clint could enjoy the outside world. For all its flaws, most of which they’d just exacerbated with the whole Ultron spectacle, parts of Sokovia were beautiful. And Clint could fulfill his role to perfection by enjoying those parts when he went out hunting in the woods. A bag of squirrels and rabbits were at his hip, but his eyes were on the real prize: a hundred-fifty pound buck he’d been tracking for miles, sitting downwind of him and rubbing its antlers up against a nearby tree. That’d last them a while. Maybe some of it would be dried and stored for the winter. A good find for anyone.

Perfect. Clint took a silent breath and strung his bow, eyes unwavering from his target—

Crack. The sound of footsteps seemed to echo in the clearing between Clint and the buck, leaved and twigs merrily crackling and snapping, and the buck skittered away. 

Clint swore, lowering his bow.

“Hey,” he snapped, sharp, as he stepped out of the underbrush. His Sokovian was accented, but understandable. Especially, he figured, the unimpressed tone. “Could you walk any louder? I’ve been tracking that buck for an hour!” 

[skull-bearer]

Venom fic prompt: being paternal and taking care of their numerous alien goo babies

The LIFE foundation building is pitch dark, the lighting’s been off for days, and Eddie doesn’t dare switch on a torch. The whole place is still in lockdown and will be for probably the next few months until the dozens of lawsuits finally pull it down.

But they can’t wait that long. Fuck, but they might already be too late, Venom is a trembling tangle of wretchedness at the back of Eddie’s mind, dread running down his spine like an anxiety attack that doesn’t quite belong to him. “In here?” Eddie whispers, glancing down the empty corridor.

Yes. Even that one word seems to exhaust the symbiote and Eddie feels him dredging up every last reserve to stay here, stay focused. It had taken him too many precious days after the rocket for him to be able to communicate again.

“You should have told me,” Eddie turns down the corridor. Everything’s a blur of grey and blue-black, and finally Eddie gives in and uses his phone as a flashlight, wincing in the suddenly dazzling glare. “I’d have gone in and found them for you.”

Wanted to. Didn’t dare. Forbidden. Riot would have- he can’t quite finish, just a worn-out shudder, too exhausted by terrors to summon up more.

“Okay, fair enough.” Eddie rubs his knuckles over his stomach where- he thinks- Venom is. He hopes he is, anyway. Maybe he can feel the gesture and understand what it means.

Yes. Thank you Eddie. So tired Eddie wishes he could pull Venom in for a hug, but there’s too little of him for that. So much burnt away and what little left huddled inside Eddie for shelter.

Another crossroads. Eddie’s completely lost but that’s fine. Exit is going to be the same as entrance- through an unguarded window. He waits for Venom to tell him where to go.

But Venom can struggle up the words, instead, he opens his mind to Eddie, a bright, desperate call, like a tug on his brain, thin razorwire wrapped around his heart. Eddie nods, this way.

Through wall after wall of holding cells, a brief stutter as he recognises where they are- God, that was Maria’s cell. They cleared up the glass but the door is still broken where he smashed it. 

It’s a burst of grief, and an answering wretched wave from Venom. He’s sorry. He’s so sorry for Maria but they were both dying, starving together and please Eddie please move he has to go please we have to they’re going to die-

Eddie shakes himself, rubs his stomach again, and keeps going, down behind the gleaming steel and glass facade into the grim concrete and pipes service corridors behind. A cleaner’s cart is abandoned, overturned where the staff must have fled when Drake went berserk. The door of the storage closet is still open, a mop slumped across the corridor-

THERE and Venom is sudden bright and desperate in his head, a deafening roar every bit as loud as he had been before. But Eddie doesn’t need it because he feels it too, the little coils of thought brushing against his, exhausted and cold and frightened and alone oh fuck how long have they been in there-

Eddie crashes into the closet, knocks over a stack of cleaning supplies and falls to his knees, fingers digging across the concrete floor, trying to find- where are they? There must be a crack, a mousehole- something-

There! Oh god there and thank you to whatever anonymous cleaner had left that bucket of filthy water in the corner of the closet. So much of it has evaporated that the kids are huddled at the bottom, struggling to keep covered away from the air that would burn and scorch them and oh thank you thank you-

Eddie doesn’t know how much of the blind, hysterical joy is his or Venom’s. He plunges both hands into the bucket and feels the shivering, frightened touch of the little symbiotes. Venom’s kids. The kids he’d struggled to hide from Riot and LIFE and even Eddie and they’re safe, they coil around his hands and huddle inside him as they realise who he is.

“It’s okay.” Eddie chokes, “Plenty of space in here. I got your dad, and we’ve got some rabbits and guinea pigs at home for starter hosts. You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Venom doesn’t say anything, he’s beyond thought, coiling over and over the children huddled inside Eddie, shuddering in exhausted joy and sheer shuddering relief.