#lilly mouse

[ducktoonsfanart]

Mickey Mouse and his family as American Dad characters - Gift for my friend - Cosplay and crossover - Adult cartoons and Mouseverse

After a long time and a little rest from this summer heat, I am returning to my favorite hobby, so I drew a small challenge. I drew Mickey Mouse and his family playing the role of American Dad, a famous American sitcom created by Seth MacFarlane, which is otherwise an adult cartoon series. Certainly entertaining in my opinion, although it has similarities to Family Guy (same creator).

Although it has passed, this is certainly dedicated to American Independence Day, which is celebrated on the 4th of July every year in the USA, so there is a USA flag behind them. But I redraw that poster in my own way and this is dedicated to my Discord friend who asked me to do this. Although I drew it a month ago, but forgot to post it here.

Mickey Mouse plays the role of Steve Smith who is a geeky college student who hangs out with Eega Beeva, who is an alien and plays the role of Roger (see the resemblance for yourself). Mickey's father is played believe it or not by the Phantom Blot who is usually the biggest rival and enemy in Mickey Mouse comics, while in this he plays the father of Stan Smith, a CIA agent who fights for his country USA, so he plays the positive. There's also his wife Lilly Mouse, who is OC from my friend and plays the role of Francine Smith, a mother of two. Amelia Felicity Fieldmouse plays Hayley Smith, Steven's older sister, as she is Mickey's older sister in the comics as well. Ace "Klaus Heisler" McNasty is played by Pluto the Dog, the family pet of Phantom Blot and Mickey Mouse. Strange, isn't it?

Of course this is dedicated to my friend @asritca who asked for this and owns this OC for Mickey and Felicity's mother. I hope you like it!

Happy belated US Independence Day and I hope you like this cosplay and this crossover, just don't use these same ideas and characters without Asritca and my permission. Thank you!

[lillylunala]

Food time!

The Amazing Animal Circus Masterpost here!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:3

[lovedreamm]

At the library we decided we're all going to be literary mice for halloween and I'm going to be angelina ballerina 🐭🩰🤍🎀

[chaotic-catholic]

My Poppy Playtime Logic AU ships

My AU is a crossover with Mickey Mouse (comics/Mix-Up Adventures), BATIM and Cartoon Cat btw :)

StarStudent ⭐️💡 : KickinChicken (Wyatt O'Hara) x Bubba Bubbaphant (Alvin Pickett)

AppleLove 🍎❤️ : PickyPiggy (Olivia "Via O'Hara) x Bobby Bearhug (Amanda "Mandy" Wugson)

SunFlower ☀️🌻 : DogDay (Cyrus O'Hara) x CraftyCorn (Calista "Cali" Boulder)

ThunderDrop ⚡️💧 : Hoppy Hopscotch (Megan Boulder) x Frowny Fox (Todd Hunnie)

MoonCow 🔔🌙 : Molly McMoo (Serena Hunnie) x CatNap (Theodore "Theo" Wugson)

[I no longer ship the Smiling Critters out of respect for the lead artist's wishes to not ship them :)]

Kiss&hug 🩷💙 : Kissy Missy (Melissa "Missy" Kissinger) x Huggy Wuggy (Huggard Wugson). Besides Bobby Bearhug, CatNap and Poppy they also adopted Amethyst (oc), Lime, Lemon, Rose, Iris (Mini Huggies) and Thierry (Xavier's son)

SpiderParents 🕷🩷💙 : Mommy Long Legs (Marie "Molly" Payne) x Daddy Long Legs (John Clerck). Sissy Long Legs (Cindy) is part of the family along side Brother Long Legs/GT Baby Long Legs (Carlson) and canon Baby Long Legs (Jasper)

JokingFlower 🦕 🌼 : Bron (Thomas Clarke) x Daisy Green. They adopted Bunzo Bunny (Buddy) and Baby Bunzo (Kazi), Buddy is 15 years and got the job to pay his top surgery

MusicBox 💛❤️ : Boxy Boo (Bobbi Turner) x Box She Boo (Barbara "Barbie" Rutter). Roxy, Soxy and Paul are their children rather than Boxy Boo's younger sibling figures

LoveHoney : 💚🍯 : Love Bug (Liliana "Lili" Bianca Payne) x Lilly the Frog (Pamela Hunnie). Molly and Cathy took the news of becoming stepsisters suprisingly well

CandyBee 🍬🐝 : Candy Cat (Candace Caisley) x Cat-Bee (Catherine "Cathy" Beatrice Hunnie). Besides Molly McMoo and Frowny Fox they also adopted Clever Claws (Leo), Jolly Jaws (Sunny), Silly Shelly (Darell) and Jerry Giraffe (Edric)

LoveMic 💜🎤 : Lovey Dovey (Lovina "Lovey" Dove Kissinger) x Billy Beagle. They have a baby daughter named Holly

FlowerCat 🌸🐈 : Amethyst "Amy" Wugson x Sylvester "Sly" Catt. Amy was originally named Lilac because I thought that was the color I'll get if I mix up Huggy and Kissy's color (Gametoons version) but I was mistaken and found a flower named Amethyst. Amy is genderqueer (any pronouns)

AcidicMusic 🍋🎵 : Lemon Wugson x Melody Radeville. Radeville because her greatuncle is Mortimer Radeville

LimeSpot 💚🖤 : Lime Wugson x Bucky Blackspot. He has two other brother Barry and Barty. Lime is demi-girl (she/they)

PenMill 🖤💜 : Penelope "Penny" Blackspot x Melinda "Millie" Radeville. Penny is genderfluid (any pronouns)

They plenty more but I'm gonna stop there

[michellemouse]

For @marie0rjustie

[floriansfurryfantasies]

Between Bramble & Briar. Home for Yule ~ Part One. (SFW)

AUTHOR NOTE: This episode is a cute, cosy, and SFW (a smidge suggestive, in parts) glimpse into the Blackthorn's traditional Yuletide family festivities.

WORD COUNT: 2442

TAGLIST: @caxycreations

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Over the crackled, charcoal surface of the Yule log, amber flames flickered. Beneath, the ember glowed. The fire would burn all night, slowly consuming the feast of its fat log. Downey Cottage would be kept warm and cosy throughout this, the longest night.

This time of year was truly one for feasting. Ada Blackthorn had spent four months stowing away Yuletide provisions in her pantry, as she did every year until the time was right to spend three days preparing her traditional feast. The shortest day of the year was one in which the Blackthorn's spent the most time eating. From pies and nut roasts to cakes, biscuits and buns, platters of crackers, conserves, and cheese, the sideboard in the kitchen was laden with many delicious treats. Ermine's part to play began in the cellar in late August when he'd harvested all the fruit and barley he required to make his meads and wines. This annual tradition usually ended with the old mouse, drunk and singing himself to sleep in his armchair, come dawn after he'd shared all the fables and tales he could muster.

Taking after his found father, with a full belly and what remained of his mulled wine in hand, Arthur retired to the Blackthorn's couch.

It was a given that he'd been invited to share in their festivities, yet he could never escape being the odd one out. Now, the nest of some two dozen merry mice had left their abode to watch the Battle of the Holly and Oak Kings—as was tradition. It was being reenacted in a little coppice of trees on the way out of the hamlet toward his own village: Briarbury. Furfolk from four villages around gathered to watch as the moon hung high in the mid-winter sky. All bundled up and full of food and cheer, glad that the rebirth of the sun was upon them. But tonight, Arthur didn't plan to join in.

Downing the last mouthful of his mulled wine, he found it cool and less pleasant, but it couldn't put a dampener on an otherwise pleasant day.

At ten o'clock, he'd pulled in at Briarbury train station from Dornbury. He always closed The Sanctuary during Yuletide.

From there, it was a short walk home to change his clothes and shed his Florian facade. Then, another walk, only a few minutes more, into Hedgley Woodhouse to Downey Cottage.

Beneath his feet, a dusting of snow chilled his paws, but the scarf about his neck kept the wind from biting. He anticipated that the Blackthorn's home would be as scorching as July. The range would have been on all the day prior and perhaps even through the night. Ermine would have already stoked the fire in the living room, ready to receive the Yule log, not to mention the number of bodies bustling about the home.

And he was right—the place was heaving! All the Blackthorn children and their spouses had arrived. He could have sworn there were more pups every year.

Letting himself in through the front door, he ducked inside and was immediately hit by an overload of stimuli: the chatter and laughter, the smell of home cooking, and the heat! It was the same every year, and every year, it filled his heart with gladness to be a part of it all. This was true family life. This was his secret dream, and each Yule, he got to immerse himself in the illusion that it was his own.

"Aup, Art! S'good to see you. Keeping well?" A familiar face greeted, thrusting a warm furless paw into his and giving it as hearty a shake as a five-foot mouse could muster. It was one of the Blackthorn brothers.

Weaving his way down the hall, he was met with a warm welcome from every mouse he came across and stripped of his coat and scarf by the mice that felt like kin.

"Make yourself at home."

"Mam! Artie is here!" Someone called toward the kitchen.

"How goes business then?" A mouse asked, pulling his pipe from his lips and allowing a plume of smoke to be free of his snout.

"Dad has outdone himself with the mead this year, mate. Here, get some down ya." A pint of brown was put into his hand.

"I heard there was some nasty business in Dornbury–"

"–Oh, damned rats causing trouble again, is it?"

"Wouldn't surprise me."

"Did you hear about it, Artie?"

"Go on, get on wi'ya! Leave the poor lad be!" Ada's usually gentle voice barked through the cacophony when she appeared in the hallway. Although she stood barely four feet tall, the portly and bonny-looking mouse was the Queen of her castle. She had raised a nest of mouse pups—five boys as wild and roving as brambles. She wasn't to be messed with—a maternal veteran with a heart of gold and nerves of steel.

Once she'd wiped her dainty paws on her floral pinny, she reached up for Arthur's arm and pulled him to her. She didn't have to ask; he knew the drill and leaned down so she could brush her fingers through the trim of his cheek fur and give him a kiss.

"Lovely to have you home, sweetheart." Her smile plumped her rosy cheeks as she spoke.

"Sorry, chaps, I'll catch you later." Arthur looked back apologetically, though internally glad of the rescue. He was led through a passage under the stairs, past the cellar door, and down a step into the kitchen.

"Offf, what a rabble." Ada tittered, rolling her blackberry eyes. "I've got a bramley pie in here with your name on it, love. I've been batting them off like flies all morning."

Arthur laughed. Mrs Blackthorn always let him have the first slice, seeing as it was his favourite flavour pie. That warm feeling he adored, dare he call it motherly love, filled his chest.

"Ad–"

"Ah ah! Less of that young man." She wouldn't abide him calling her by her given name.

"Mam–" he corrected, his ears folded bashfully. "–but it's not even lunchtime yet."

"Suit yourself. But I can't keep them off it much longer. It'll be gone by lunch and cold, too, if you don't tuck in now."

The heat gathered the closer they got to the range. Now, standing on the kitchen's terracotta tiles, the chill in his paws had thawed completely. He scrunched his toes into his pads, enjoying how the numbness melted into toasty warmth.

Most of the family's women were gathered around the kitchen table. Their chatter was lilting and choral.

Upon the lap of one such sister sat a pretty little pup. Her single curl tied in a crimson bow between the dishlike ears she had years to grow into, and the pretty broadie anglaise frills of her frock matched in colour. She was indeed a beauty. Her beady eyes peered at him through the crowd of her kin like ripe damsons. Perhaps he was the first ferret she had ever seen, but the sweet little thing wasn't frightened of how he towered over her aunts; instead, she beamed, grinning with only her two front teeth to show for it.

Her fixation on him turned a few heads, and then a new wave of welcomes began.

"Aw Arthur, it's good to see you love."

He was beckoned to sit at the table and nudged along by Mrs Blackthorn, who presented him with a fat slice of bramley pie accompanied by a mountain of whipped cream.

"Ya' keeping well?" Someone asked, rubbing his back to warm him to the seat he'd found.

"That big city is being kind, I hope." His mead was pushed aside the moment he set it down. A cup and saucer took its place, and from over the table, one of the sisters poured him a cup of tea from the pot that had been steeping. Another sister added a spoonful of sugar, and then another furnished his saucer with an oat and raisin biscuit that neared the size of the saucer itself.

"Oh, yes, especially with all that ratty business that's been in the paper."

"We don't have to talk about that, do we?" The mother of the pup scowled as she handed her baby over.

Without question, Arthur took hold of the infant and smiled down at her as she began to coo.

"Isn't she a beauty?" A familiar voice chirped from behind. Searching for a face, he found her to his right—Lillie Blackthorn, the youngest of the Blackthorn siblings, though she was by no means the baby of the family anymore. She was a woman now—he wished he hadn't noticed.

Usually, Lillie would have stood a foot below his shoulder, but as he was sitting, they were about the same height. Her treacle-coloured eyes glistened as they caught the cool winter sunlight pouring in through the window, and they warmed it. Her smile was warmer still.

"Uh, yes, a beauty. I think I'm in love."

"With a mouse?" A few of the women giggled in unison.

"What're you like, Arthur? You're so funny." They shook their heads at the comedy.

"He'd be potty to not fall for our little Lottie." The mother cooed as she tapped the twitchy pink nose of her pup. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

"She is absolutely adorable." Lillie joined in the giggling but couldn't deflect Arthur from noticing how her ears twitched backwards before she centred herself. For a while, he'd been wondering what all the little mannerisms, one-second displays of disappointment, crest falleness, sorrow, and yearning summed up to mean. He hoped he was reading her wrong. His assumption, if proven, would be devastating.

Pulling up a stool, Lillie wedged herself between one of her sisters and Arthur and stole the biscuit from his saucer without a care. It looked like she was fine, after all. There's no need for him to worry... Or so he thought...

"You know, not everyone Mates their own kind these days," Lillie announced.

"Being at that University is going to your head, girl." Her sister yoinked at her ear. Their disapproval was real but gently spoken, with concern, love, and a little bit of comedy to help it go down.

"You'll think differently when you meet the right mouse." Another said.

Arthur kept quiet, now four spoonfuls into the bramley pie. He licked the tart-tasting, jammy juices from his lips and sipped his tea. It washed it all down quite pleasantly.

"And before you know it, you're married and have a pup on the way."

"What if I have kits instead?" Lillie asked nonchalantly, rhetorically, as she tickled her niece's chin.

Amidst the chorus of cackles—as if she had cracked the century's funniest joke—Arthur felt a tail slip over the top of his thigh beneath the table. It came from his right-hand side, which meant it was Lillie's. As if her comment hadn't been enough, a tightness took over his hips, and his tail bolted straight as the bushy tip of hers flicked further into his inner thigh. It was all too much! It caused the last mouthful of his tea to burble back up his throat and ensnared him—sending him into a fit of coughing and spluttering into a closed fist, unable to keep any composure. Wide and bewildered, his eyes found Lillie, who grinned deviously. Those treacle eyes had darkened salaciously as she peered up at him through her lashes. It was only for a second, but he couldn't mistake the desire in them. What did that mean?

Then, her nose twitched, and like a switch had been flipped, a musical thrill of innocent girlish giggles came from her.

"It's just a thought. Things are different in the city. You see all sorts there."

"Well, never you mind what happens in the city. The city isn't for girls like you, my Lil' Liza." Ada's hand found her daughter's shoulder as she placed a slice of pie before her and kissed the back of her ear lovingly. "You get your education and come right on home to where you belong. Tommy isn't going to wait forever."

Thomas Barlstep—Lillie's ex-boyfriend. A barley field mouse and son of Ermine's Skittles club and school pal, Frances Barlstep. Tommy was held in high regard by the Blackthorn's. He was an ol' country boy, a hard-working barley farmer like his father. He lived up to his family name and was a sunny sort of fellow, if not a bit simple. But he was kind and seemed a fit husband for their precious youngest daughter, who they thought needed her wild taming—a bumpkin would do just right.

The conversation erupted into how sweet Tommy was, how good a match he was, and how impressive his show of strength at that year's summer fate was. While her mother and sisters were distracted, Arthur noticed how Lillie sighed. How she toyed with her food rather than attempt to eat even a spoonful and the biscuit she'd pinched lay on the table missing only two bites.

"I've brought you a present." Arthur leant down to whisper near her ear as he laid his paw over the brush of her tail, which was still on his thigh.

Her closest ear flicked back to home in on his voice, and a moment later, her eyes found his. "Me too. It's in Dad's study." Lillie grinned, the inners of her ears flushing pinker. Meanwhile, her tail coiled over his fingers in an embrace. "Let's sneak out."

Arthur clutched onto her tail a bit tighter to dissuade her from leaving her seat just yet. "I've not finished my pie, and neither have you."

Although he could tell she really wanted to roll her eyes, instead, she resigned and enthusiastically dug a fork into the crust and finished Arthur's tea while she was at it. Lapping the fruity filling from her lips and dusting the crumbs from her snout, she blinked up at Arthur to see if he was finally satisfied enough to leave.

"Come on, before Vince gets here and whisks you away." Lillie's whispy tail eagerly coiled Arthur's wrist as she rose from the table to lead him away.

There was no way his leaving could be discreet. As he stood, he towered above the table and its occupants, the tips of his ears only an inch shy of the overhead beams.

"Where are you two off to?" Ada asked, though not accusatory or suspicious, just curious.

"We've got some books to share," Arthur explained with a simple smile.

"It's for school, Mammy."

"Alright, sweetheart. If you see your father, tell him there's a slice of pie for him in here."

[koopsmcdoops]

I thought about popgoes again.

[persa-tra-i-miei-pensieri]

Sono una disneyana semplice mentre preparo le polpette penso alla scena romantica di Lilli e il Vagabondo

[famoustriumphheart]

Dark Anthony is really something… 😨😉😏🫶🏻

Haunting Adeline really messed with my equilibrium on my ideas of romance. 😯😏☺️

My muse was kicking her feet when I read this story because she loves Anthony.

She better not try to get me to write a dark fic. I like to read them yes 🙌🏻 would I be any good at writing them. I doubt it 🥸

Here’s the story if you want to read it. It’s Penthony so if you’re not into that pairing don’t read.

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Queen - We Will Rock You [Lyrics]

Headcanon: Goaty voice is Freddie Mercury, the singer of this song.

Fun fact: goaty likes go to the Toon Musicals with some of the others in Ruby's Group of Friends.

Headcanon and Fun fact: Goaty likes Rock music as much does ruby and some of others in Ruby's Group too.

To @mambamorananewaccount

I really like this idea of Freddie Mercury being Goaty's Headcanon Voice and Singer voice but what do you think? 🤔

Does in way Suits him? 🧐

Context: Goaty Is a Wild Card of Ruby's Group and is the Funniest but crazy goat around. 🤣😅

He is a party animal and that is in his Personality as well. 😅

Ruby and others sometimes get tired of his Crazy personality...and as well his Girlfriend alq Sheepy gets Mad at him for making Jokes now and then too...🤷‍♀️

But Goaty and Sheepy love one other tho...so then he is acting up...Naturally it is John Bill The Wolf, Jake Johnson The Fox, Lillie The Duckey and Goaty's Girlfriend Sheepy the ones to calm him down or tell him to shut up...😅

This is what Goaty looks like:

Note: he works at the Dinner's in ToonTown and is the leader of The Dinner's in ToonTown.

Sheepy helps him out now and then after she is his girlfriend and he is her boyfriend.

[ripinpipsmousery]

Clockwise from the top left: Crewmate, Murky, Lilly, and Bluebee

[lillylunala]

Commission for @umkayominay feat. Danger Mouse!

[hafwen]

Gigi was hunting a mouse and it ran towards Toni so she grabbed it but didn’t know what to do with it. She just stared at me with it in her mouth, dropped it and let it go who knows where

[runawaycarouselhorse]

[michellemouse]

Little comics lol