#minerva mice

[infernothechaosgod]

"the damsell in distress and the villian [in even more distress]"

turns out [hiding with your friend] kidnapping her and keeping her on a little stone while youre afraid of the water isnt a good idea

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[infernothechaosgod]

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I was scrolling through minnie tag and noticed this idk if its meant to mention me or not since I also use name minerva for her but the reason why I personaly used that is bc

"Mickey" is a nickname for michael while "minnie" can be a nickname for minerva (or other names above)

I thought since most characters use michael for mickey they will also use minerva for minnie (I did stop the full name thing at fanny and pete tho it was getting too professional at the circus ToT) but renaming the characters is just something i thought was fun mainly for their surnames...

also I thought it was a little funny since minerva is also a name of wisdom godness of rome and my minerva aint that ToT

I didnt know of the comic thing tho that might change some things uh oh-

If I had a nickel for every Au where minnie's refered to as "minerva" I would have 2 nickles! Witch isnt alot but I gotta ask if theres a reason for that or is it just a coincidence or a fandom thing?

It's actually a coincidence, but I wonder if we saw the same comic from 1942 that refers to her as such! Disney has never referred to her as such after the early days.

But uh yeah the reason I call her Minerva is because of the old comics. It was 1942 The Gleam Comic where she was first referred to as Minerva, that did again it was only a few before they phased it out idk if Walt decided just to keep it shortened or what but yeah for awhile canonically she was referred to as Minerva,

[revivemyreverie]

“Aww, but I just love being a little nasty…”

Twisted from: Professor Ratigan from The Great Mouse Detective

Minerva Ratte

ミナーバ・ラット

CV: Daisuke Namikawa (浪川 大輔)

Technical info.

Gender: Male

Birthday: 07/02

Age: 18

Height: 178 cm (5’10)

Hair Color: Raisin Purple

Eye Color: Granola Yellow

Hand Pref.: Right

Homeland: Playpot City

College Info.

Class: 3A Set 20

Club: Track and Field

Favorite Subject: Conjuration

Other.

Hobby: Pickpocketing

Likes: His cat

Dislikes: Being called a fraud

Favorite Food: Non-Alcoholic Champagne

Hated Food: Blue Cheese

Specialty: Harp-playing

UM: It’s Snack Time!

With the ring of a bell, Minerva summons an enormous familiar capable of consuming whatever is in its path. However, this generates an extreme amount of blot, so it is rarely used.

Of Mice and Thieves

DETECTIVE PRODIGY ATTACKED BY ACCUSER

It's a rainy night in the city. Inside a house is a torn paper pinned to a bulletin board

Last week at █████████ ██████, renowned “youngest detective in the world” Ives Mishio was met face-to-face with a knife and a crazed classmate. Having won an award a mere month ago for solving a dastardly robbery in Playpot City’s museum, Mishio has become a household name almost overnight. The mayor of Playpot City awarded him with the title of “Royal Investigator” along with many recommendations should he want to further his education to greatness. His attacker, Minerva Ratte, disagreed with this decision, and decided to take matters into his own hands when no one would listen to him.

Mr. Ratte, who is well known throughout the school as Mishio's’ “one and only rival”, had already accused the young man of stealing his work and parading it around as his own. Mishio has already denied such claims of plagarization many times, informing the press that Ratte had become envious of his title as he was “no longer the center of attention”. And with this recent attack on the prodigy, Mishio's hypothesis has once again been proven correct.

Thankfully, before any serious harm could be done, the school’s doctor ran into the scene and apprehended the foul crimin…

The paper’s been ripped off, but the owner of the house stopped caring about stuff like that a long time ago. Now all he’s obsessed with is catching a thief who he'll never find.

[iamnmbr3]

Random question, but what do you think is everyone’s favorite ice cream flavors in the hp universe? What would their Fortescue order be? 🍨✨

(If “everyone” is too many, then I’d love to see your thoughts on the Golden Trio, Draco, Snape, Lupin, McGonagall, and Luna. Hope that isn’t too tall of an order!)

Golden Trio: Harry canonically buys strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams for himself, Ron & Hermione in book 2. Given that he's pretty attuned to his friends' likes and interests (as evidenced by how great the gifts he buys for them always are) I think it's safe to say he didn't just buy his favorite flavour and assume they'd enjoy it too. So apparently as far as the Golden Trio is concerned Fortescue strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams are IT. (I kinda judge but ok).

Draco: Ice cream was invented pre Statute of Secrecy so technically it's allowable but it's also also kind of pedestrian so pre-redemption Draco would probably insist that he much prefers some very fancy and expensive and magical dessert. Which he does like. But also he's secretly rather fond of mint chip.

Snape: Snape lived a sad and ice cream deprived life growing up but sometimes they had chocolate and vanilla included with the desserts at the castle. He liked both about the same. As an adult he doesn't bother with things like ice cream due to being sad and having basically no social life and no one to share it with and thus doesn't realize that he would be super into exotic flavors like lavender (his tragically undiscovered favorite) or cinnamon with red pepper.

McGonagall: Minerva seems like she would go for plain vanilla but actually is partial to a sunday with all the fixings including both muggle and magical toppings.

Lupin: He prefers chocolate. (Sadly, all the chocolate ice cream in the world is not enough to cheer him up.)

Luna: Luna doesn't eat ice cream because she objects to the fact that it's made using illegally poached sapient ice mice from Europa as part of a secret Ministry plot to establish a lunar base for breeding a heliopath army. (Her father has a very long article about it coming out in the next edition of of the Quibbler.)

[teecupangel]

If no one ever explains anything to Ezio- how far into the ‘summoning’ conspiracy the guards have on the Cat bureau do you think he’ll get before he falls off the deep end of Cats are the Precursors and my entire life is a lie situations?

like everything anyone in the bureau says something and it just compounds upon his not knowing until he’s traumatized by the entirely wrong information and no one but the one cat who hasnt even joined the bureau knows about it.

Ezio:*sitting dejectedly in an alley covered in hay and feathers*

This random (potentially reincarnated) cat: Mew?

Ezio: It feels as though the world is finally visible to my eyes, and i do not know what to make of this view.

Cat: *purrs while cleaning ears*

Ezio: We are all just pawns in the grande games between the Cat and mice- but witch are we?! Am i a mouse in a templars game- or a Cat learning trials of old- Or am i a flea that lucky to simply be alive!?

Cat: *scratches*

Ezio: *sobs*

The “Altaïr gets a cult (but nobody cares about that) and gets lots of cats against his will” idea and the “Malik and Altaïr bickers like an old married couple” side-idea.

I mean… considering Ezio doesn’t really have any concrete ideas of what the Precursors were before Minerva’s message in the Vatican, I feel like the whole “cats are actually Precursors” stemmed from Desmond just nonchalantly telling Ezio everything. Desmond is not allowed to even tell anyone future-shattering ‘truths’ because this sort of thing happens. There’s just something chilling and depressing about being told the truth of the world and their future so nonchalantly as if he was simply talking about the weather.

Desmond didn’t mean any harm about it. He had simply reached a state that can be summarized as “everything is beauty, we should enjoy life because we will all die in the end” after his death.

That’s why Malik was in charge of life-altering truths.

Unfortunately, Malik and Altaïr were busy arguing and Desmond wanted to talk to Ezio so…

Here was Ezio, staring at the sky as he continued to stay laying on his back on top of a pile of hay, the feather he had been trying to get stuck on his hair as he contemplated…

What was the meaning of life?

Every action he takes has already been accounted for. No. Was meant to be.

“Meow.”

A cat of black, orange, grey and white hopped on his chest.

As he spilled his darkest thoughts, his worries and his fears, the cat remained on his chest, curling around himself and rubbing his head against Ezio.

All the while purring as if to comfort him.

Or perhaps enjoy his suffering.

Ezio could never be sure with these cats.

(It would be a few hours later, when Ezio visits them again to finally talk to Altaïr about their plans and if he was willing to take over the mentorship of his cul- the Brotherhood that he sees the same cat sitting on Desmond’s lap. Desmond happily introduces him as Yusuf and tells him that he just knows Ezio would love this cat.)

[cyberneticlagomorph]

Zeb holds tight to your hand for his first few steps into the Market, his eyes darting here and there, trying to take it all in and only ending up dizzy again.

But he doesn't complain.

You find Tigger at a stall selling juicy looking bugs from various rotting logs set up like fruit displays at the supermarket. He's chatting loudly with the vendors, bouncing in place and flapping his front paws as he does. "If i'da know you guys would be here too I woulda brought Pooh to come say hi!"

The vendors, a goblin and an absolutely MASSIVE beast of an orc, are smiling at him with soft nostalgic eyes like he's an old friend they haven't seen in such a long long time.

"Nah that's ok, we got to see you and that's enough for now." Says the goblin, a thin and wiry creature with a shock of cherry red hair and soft floppy looking ears. "But how is Pooh holdin' up with the whole... thing?"

"Poohbear is Poohbear, as long as he has his hunny he'll always be ok... we miss our boy though, and our other friends... a lot." Tigger stops bouncing and wrings his tail, ears back. "N' it's not like the new people we found aren't the bestest people, cuz they are!" He looks at you pointedly, and holds eye contact until he knows you know how much he means that. "Sometimes you just miss someone lots n' lots n' that's ok, the missin' gets easier after awhile I think."

"Yeah it does." Says the goblin with a glance at the orc, as if to say 'I know, may you never ever understand how much I Know'. "But enough mushy stuff, why don't you guys take a bag of bugs to go, on the house, my treat."

Zeb makes a face without meaning to, and is suddenly very grateful for the mask, "Bugs?"

"Bugs!" Says the orc. This is the first time you've seen one without the green paint that they normally wear, so he's a ruddy brownish-red with proud tusks, and an even prouder belly from snacking on his own wares. "Slimy yet satisfying! Truly rare delicacies we breed ourselves."

"I'd offer you a free sample, but the whole bag is free so that'd be redundant." Says the goblin, up to his shoulder in a mossy log, digging around in its rotting guts. Several smaller bugs and spiders skitter out of other holes, startled by the disturbance, only to be hoovered up by the orc. The goblin bops his partner on the snout with his free hand and frowns.

The orc gives the goblin puppy-dog eyes in return and the goblin just... sighs.

Several assorted bugs are chucked into a brown paper bag, and lightly dusted with raw salt before being handed over. Zeb gazes at the squirming mass with obvious distaste, despite his mask.

"Now you tell Pooh, Willy and Minerva we said hey, ok?" Says the goblin, pulling a little Leonid child out from behind a pile of extra logs, the kid's mouth is absolutely crammed with bugs. The little Leonid is nearly the same height as the goblin but that doesn't stop him from balancing the kid on one hip like a practiced mother. "And if you see anybody else from back home, you send 'em our way, yeah?

Tigger nods enthusiastically, doing happy flips and tricks midair as you wander away from the stall.

"Who were they?" Says Zeb, he's rolled the bag shut so he doesn't have to see what's in it, but he won't let you carry it for some reason.

"Friends from back home!" Tigger purrs, pausing to check out a stall selling candy spun from dreams.

"Oh, friends from the Wood?" You hand over a piece of gold to the dream-seller, and listen to Tigger purr purr purr as he gets his own paper bag to hold.

"Nah, thats Home, I mean home like where me and Pooh and the mice came from before we got here." Tigger digs through the bag and inspects the sweet dreams he's bought, his glass eyes sparkling.

You nod in understanding, but Zeb just stares for a bit, failing to grasp what Tigger means.

"...are those for Egg?" Zeb points at Tiggers bag.

"Some of 'em, but not all of 'em, she'd get a tummyache if she ate all of 'em." The plush tiger holds up a brilliant blue dream and watches the light dance across its sugar shell before putting it back in the bag.

"Be careful with those." You warn. "I'm not buying you more if you drop them."

"...I wanna buy something too." Zeb says in a voice so soft it might as well be a whisper. "But I dunno what to get... and I don't think they take people money, do they?"

"HUMAN money, but no they don't, they mostly trade things for gold or Sents." You pry Tigger away from another stall, this one selling shiny sharp and fragile things you don't want him dropping.

"Cents?" The boy asks.

"No, SENTS, short for Sentiments." You put Tigger on your hip like a toddler to keep him from touching more stuff, and he doesn't complain. "First kisses, emotions, dreams, wishes, that sort of thing."

"...isn't that illegal?" Zeb tilts his head.

"Not... really? Taking someones Sentiments without their consent and trading THOSE is very illegal, but dealing in or with Sents is just how fairies do things."

"Do... I have Sents?" Zeb stands still, as if the stillness will help him ponder this mystery better.

"Probably! But lets take you to an Appraiser and find out."

[toky502]

Prototype number 5: Green chimera

Mixed with snakes, a praying mantis and a scorpion and the attribute of kindness. The little being is quite grumpy and does not smile much, it has more similarities with a human snake, but despite that it does not attack anyone, something very strange. He demonstrated abilities to poison anything and change shape, he likes to make many burrows, as I have discovered he quite likes the earth since he smiles and is happy when he is in moist soil. He is not very sociable or friendly, but I suppose he does not feel safe with living beings, for my part I consider subjecting him to more tests to solve that issue, he takes too long in his tests. Mass production will take place as soon as possible, until the creature can be made as tame as possible. Lately, my youngest son's friend stops by the lab and visits prototype 5. She likes the creature's hostile attitude and its ability to change shape, she thinks he has personality and is cool. Surprisingly, the prototype does not attack her and imitates her. Maybe it's not such a bad influence, there's still hope!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 6: Yellow chimera

Mixed with mice, a hedgehog and a baby leopard and the attribute of justice. The little being is quite affectionate and active, and for some reason really likes to run in circles. Tends more to behave like a human mouse, demonstrated the ability to run at high speeds despite his diminutive size and scream at a supernatural level. She is very sociable and friendly, his physical structure is stable, her passed the tests successfully in 3 days, thanks to his peaceful character. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. Asgore visited me one day to see how I was doing and found the prototype running around as usual everywhere in the lab. Asgore saw it and loved it immediately. He told me it was the cutest little thing he had ever seen in his long life. The creature also loves Asgore very much. To the point that he jumped with excitement when he saw him, I asked him if he wanted to adopt him and he agreed, he named "Minerva", I may have to set up a chimera adoption foundation, as many monsters love these prototypes.

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 7: Pink chimera

Mixed with ferrets, a lion cub and a weasel and the attribute of passion. The little being is quite cunning and flirtatious, for some strange reason he brings me gifts very frequently and chases me. He usually behaves more like a human ferret, but I suspect that his intelligence is evolving as he learns more new things, he demonstrated the ability to stretch his body at will to a supernatural level and use love pheromones to attract his rivals to make them docile. He is very sociable and friendly, his physical structure is stable, he passed his tests successfully in 5 days, performing very well to my surprise, as he made cute eyes at me every time he completed a test, I had a slight feeling that he wanted to impress me for some reason. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. The little creature is quite perceptive in his actions lately, as he manages to climb onto my bed on many occasions and bring me flowers. My children think I should adopt him as he is quite fun, I for one will think about it as I have never had a pet.

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 8: Orange chimera

Mixed with armadillos, an adult mole and a turtle and the attribute of bravery. The little being is quite shy most of the time but when he gains confidence he is very protective. Typically acting more like a human mole, he demonstrated the supernatural ability to release energy in very creative ways and alter his own body weight to an extreme level. He is very sociable and friendly, his physical structure is stable, he passed his tests successfully in 3 weeks, due to his shyness it took a little longer than expected. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. The creature loves lettuce and green things too much for some reason, on one occasion I found him sleeping with a lettuce. Apparently he likes to chew green things and eat them since he mistakes them for food. The prototype does not find interest in other vegetables or colorful objects, luckily it has a strong stomach and is not poisoned by what it consumes, I have the hypothesis that perhaps it is immune to poison but I will have to do more tests on this. In conclusion I have to find someone who wants to adopt him urgently. The prototype ate my favorite pillow!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

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[themurphyzone]

I just had this really stupid scenario for a PatB spoof of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone where Brain goes after the titular stone so he can devalue the wizarding world's currency by creating lots of gold, inflate the price of gold to ridiculous levels, and bring the entire economy to a standstill so he can take over the wizarding world.

Because he and Pinky are mice kept for Transfiguration practice and Brain is tired of being turned into an actual teapot (and if Pinky sings I'm a Little Teapot one more time he's gonna feed him to the giant squid). Seriously, the wizards are not kind to animals here.

But in order to accomplish this, he and Pinky must become professors at Hogwarts. Brain is the professor and Pinky is the teacher's aide here, and their excuse for being talking mice is that they had an accident with magic. Everyone just accepts this.

The mice's curriculum isn't really spectacular compared to the other professors. While Brain tries to have lesson plans, Pinky tends to derail them into other fun fun silly willy topics, but between the pair of them, the class is surprisingly engaging and the students never know what they'll learn next. The subjects tend to be a hodgepodge of what you'll find in a normal school. Brain actually finds it appalling that the kids are 11 years old and they don't know basic history or science. The mice even perform Brainstem for the students when teaching anatomy.

Other things:

Pinky hates Scabbers with a passion. Brain is under the impression that it's because Scabbers is a rat, but Pinky thinks there's something up with him.

Brain doesn't allow cats and owls in his classroom for obvious reasons.

Brain gets very into Quidditch and is into calculations and fantasy teams and all that. Pinky doesn't understand the sport at all but he enjoys the excitement.

Pinky loves Divination. Brain thinks it's a load of crap.

Brain doesn't give House Points to any of the four houses. But he will dish out points for Pinky. And he does it A LOT. At the end of the year, it's revealed that Brain has given Pinky so many points that he edges out Gryffindor for the win, much to everyone's shock. Dumbledore is like 'um, ten points for Gryffindor for...being in matching uniforms!' and the professors tell him to stop showing favoritism, because it's already too late.

Pinky wins the House Cup, treats it like he's won an Oscar, and all the angry students chase them out of Hogwarts because they've been cheated out of the House Cup and Dumbledore is like 'see, I told you those two would promote interhouse unity! You owe me a hundred lemon drops, Minerva!'

[bestofanimaniacs]

WE'RE ANIMANEY, "POLL"TALLY INSANEY, PINKY AND THE BRAINY, ANIMANIACS!

Round 3! We did it! We're almost there! After this we're on to the semi-finals!

Quick notes:

Congratulations to Dr. Scratchansniff who managed to beat Pesto in the death match. That whole match up was intense to the last second, I thought we were going to tie again! I have grey hair now from that. Good luck to Scratchy against Dot's antics in round 3!!!!

About to start fights in the PatB fandom pitting these mice together (big sorry to brinky shippers)

Fanart for polls is accepted!! I'm still internally screaming over the wonderful Pesto art by @thatdoodlebug did for both the og pesto scratchy poll and the death match poll! Also @dead-outside coming in clutch (get it bird pun?) with more pesto art!

Thank you for everyone who voted in the showdowns! Results are under the read more!

Round 3:

Bracket 1 -

Yakko vs. Hello Nurse

Bracket 2 -

Wakko vs. Slappy

Bracket 3 -

Brain vs. Pinky

Bracket 4 -

Dot vs. Dr. Scratchansniff

Scratchy vs. Pesto death match result: Dr. Scratchansniff

Showdown results:

Best Man: Scratchansniff

Best Bird: Pesto

Best Kid: Skippy

Best Dog: Buttons

Round 2:

Bracket 1 -

Yakko vs. Runt

Hello Nurse vs. Minerva Mink

Bracket 2 -

Wakko vs. Rita

Slappy vs. Skippy

Bracket 3 -

Brain vs. Colin

Pinky vs. Buttons

Bracket 4 -

Dot vs. Squit

Dr. Scratchansniff vs. Pesto - tied, went into death match

Round 1: Winners have been bolded.

Bracket 1 -

Runt vs Mr. Skullhead

Hello Nurse vs Mr. Director

Minerva Mink vs Chicken Boo

Bracket 2 -

Wheel of Morality vs Rita

Slappy Squirrel vs Mime

Skippy Squirrel vs Bobby

Bracket 3 -

Thaddeus Plotz vs. Colin (Randy Beaman Kid)

Pinky vs Marita Hippo

Buttons Vs Katie Ka-boom

Bracket 4 -

Ralph the Guard vs Squit

Dr. Scratchansniff vs Flavio Hippo

Mindy vs Pesto

[shewhowantsmouseears]

joining in on the mice writing fun

I've had two pals of mine write some extra disney fun, so I got enough juice to whip something out. Just a bit of exploration of a world i call the Knights Of Dreams. If you'd like to learn more about that, I've got a tag set up for that, but feel free to ask more! Hope you enjoy!

Would it really be exaggerating to say the sun was shining brighter today? Donald took a moment to muse about this, adjusting the collar of his robes and hoping he hadn’t already outgrown this one. The magics of the kingdom affected the weather when enough emotions were in unison, but that tended to result in thunderstorms and rain, not bright sunny days. Then again, it wasn’t as if that was impossible – he’d been learning more and more that “impossible” was a word that didn’t exist. If the sun was brighter due to the all the harmony the kingdom was experiencing, wasn’t that a good thing? He wanted to believe things would be all right today, and that even the enemies that sprawled in the darkness would take a break.

However, he was a pessimist at heart, and grumbled quietly as he readjusted his outfit six times over. Things would probably go wrong today, if only to him and his bad luck. He could only hope it wouldn’t spread to Daisy – and speaking of which, he’d done more than enough checking in the mirror. She’d be stopping by soon, and he was going to escort her to the festival grounds. She’d been bragging for ages about the outfit she was going to wear, and even Donald’s darkest thoughts couldn’t put a damper on that – his girlfriend was beautiful no matter what, but her keen sense of color and cloth always had a way to make that beauty stand out even more. She was going to be a knock-out, his bad luck be damned.

He descended the rickety wooden stairs, but even their usual squeaks couldn’t hide the whispers below. He paused mid-step, eyes narrowing as he saw the conspirators on the first floor. Della and Mickey were already dressed to the nines, though Della was roughly tugging on a sleeve or two much to Mickey’s annoyance. From what Donald could gather, Mickey was repeatedly asking Della if she was “sure about this idea” and Della, ever confident, was replying over and over that “no one will notice, it’ll just be for a little while, grab her and go.”

Donald inherited many things from his mother, and unfortunately, one of them tended to be mother-henning. He cleared his throat as he resumed walking downward, and the two below jerked, realizing they’d been caught. On the last step, Donald turned toward them, parenting face on, arms crossed. “What are you two planning?”

He didn’t expect them to be honest. Of course not.

“Plannin’?” Mickey went first, eyes darting here and there. “Dunno what’cha mean, Donald. We were just gettin’ ready for the festival, right, Della?”

Della waved a dismissive hand, always bolder when it came to fibs. “Honestly, Donald, what could we possibly be planning? Aside from having a good time?”

Donald clicked his tongue. He never claimed to be a genius, but whenever Mickey and the word “her” was involved, there was one conclusion to make. “So, he’s not planning on doing anything with Princess Minerva today?” Now neither one would look him in the eyes. “Especially not today of all days, when she’s finally out of the castle, so everyone’s eyes will be on her, so trying to do anything with her would be the stupidest thing you could think of?” There was a light rapping on the door, which he ignored. “And if you were actually dumb enough to think you could get away with it, which you wouldn’t, the other knights, plus Scrooge, plus the King himself would make your life miserable forever and always?”

“Your faith is astounding as always, brother mine.” Della replied, her voice not wavering an inch. “Someone’s at the door.” The knocking hadn’t stopped.

“Really, Donald, just relax!” Mickey meekly held his hands up in protest. “Today’s all about the good things the year has brought us, remember? You don’t wanna start off the festival with a sour face.”

“I swear,” Donald said as the knocking increased in volume and speed, “If you two do anything to the princess, heads will roll! And then they’ll blame me for it too! All I ask for is one day without either one of you giving me a headache, is that too much to ask?! One single day?!” He then whipped around, yanking on the door handle so hard it was a miracle the dang thing didn’t crack off. “AW, WHADDYA WANT?!”

Knock-out had been a good word to use earlier, as one look at Daisy in her new dress – especially as it hugged all her curves in ways Donald was eager to do the same, the fluff of her chest sticking out perhaps a smidgen more than usual, and her eyes taking on a certain glow with freshly painted make-up on her always pretty face – snuffed out the candle of Donald’s rage. It also did a good job at snuffing out all coherent thought he had. Daisy waited patiently, raising an eyebrow. “Well? Are you ready to go?”

Donald’s throat made a noise that couldn’t been a “gnugk” but no one was quite sure.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Daisy took his arm, and made a silent salute to her fellow conspirators. They flashed her a grin – Donald glanced back, feeling as if he’d missed something, but a kiss on his cheek shut his brain up again. The happy couple walked off, and Mickey exhaled deeply in relief.

“We’d better get a move-on too,” Mickey said as he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. “I hope you know what you’re doing with this idea of yours, Della.”

“Have I ever let you down before, Mick?” She probably should have seen his expression of exasperation coming. “… Okay, when it mattered?” His look didn’t change. “Naysayers, I’m surrounded by naysayers and… jerks!” With a huff, she grabbed Mickey by the wrist and dragged him along, and was welcomed by his quiet chuckling.

The Flower Festival was in full bloom, with the pun quite intended. One couldn’t walk a foot without encountering blossoms of all shapes and colors curling around the buildings and pathways. Their sweet smells permeated the air, and there was a gentle breeze that sent lofty petals into many a fair maiden’s hair. Mickey and Della had barely turned the corner before they heard the bands playing, and the sound of delighted children shrieking delightfully in their own games. On a day like this, it was easy to forget all the attacks and invaders mere weeks ago – which, Mickey thought, was probably for the best. Typically, the festival lasted four days, and this was merely the beginning. He wasn’t sure they could make it all four days without a visit from the League of Nightmares.

Destroying this kind of happiness would be right up their alley – hadn’t they announced to anyone and everyone their very existence was to wipe out the dreams of this peaceful kingdom? Mickey rubbed his chest, starting to worry. The Nightmares were always so eager to destroy any light they found, to rip apart families, lovers, friends, and show how weak those bonds could be. On a day meant to bring joy, wasn’t this like offering the Nightmares a full meal on a silver platter? Mickey was sure they couldn’t possibly cancel the festival, and yet…

He felt someone bump into the back of his legs, and Mickey fumbled forward, knocking into Della. She caught him and straightened him up, and the two of them watched a gaggle of kids sprint down the dirt road, waving self-made streamers and throwing freshly grown flowers at one another. The child that hit Mickey had also stumbled, gave a shy smile of apology, then raced to join their friends. Mickey couldn’t even be mad – had the child stayed a second longer, he would have ruffled their hair and shoved them along. Della watched them with a large smile on her face, no doubt thinking of her own little boys and eager to catch up with them.

The town square was almost unrecognizable. Every shop had replaced their displays and signs in accordance to fit the flowery theme, offering new wares and special tastes only for this time of the year. Crafting tables had been set up mostly for the little ones, but there were a few elderly ones about to create the paper lanterns which would be used later in the night. The May Pole was still being set up, and while Mickey was certain he was taller than last year and the year before, he still swore the pole was higher than ever. Everyone was moving, everyone was making merry, and everyone was choosing not to think of the darkness.

“Looks like the guests of honor haven’t arrived yet,” Della said as she scanned the area, a hand over her eyes to see better. “So maybe we have time to rope a few more fellas into the scheme.”

Mickey tried not to roll his eyes. “First off, if you have to call it a scheme, don’t say scheme out loud! And secondly, I dunno if anyone else would be willing to go along with it. Goofy and Launchpad are honest to a fault, Drake’s a born tattletale, and Pete would hold it over my head forever.” But after a moment more, he allowed the festive smells and songs to ease his mood. “Besides… look around! They’re all having fun already. I can’t take ‘em away from that.”

This was one of the few days the Knights of Dreams weren’t expected to stand to duty. Oh, sure, if thieves and bandits were making trouble, they’d step in and save the day. But it was expected on the Flower Festival that they’d spend time with their loved ones – even heroes needed a day off. Goofy was having unexpected trouble with a candied apple, with Clarabelle at his side yammering on about something or other he wasn’t listening to. Millie was fetching drinks for her friends, still falling into “servant mode” without meaning to, while Horace to keep Clarabelle from accidentally leaning against freshly painted decorations as she continued to babble. Clarabelle spotted a friend, and when she enthusiastically waved, she smacked Horace into the very paint he’d been trying to protect her from.

Peg had noticed the wave and returned it before resuming rolling barrels of freshly squeezed wine into place. Her family’s business tended to do triple their usual numbers on these knights, so she was making sure to be prepared ahead of time. Pete had been shanghaied into helping, and while Mickey couldn’t make out exactly what they were snapping to each other, he knew it was all loving barbs. Rumors said the two were going to announce their formal engagement this year – though those rumors had been swimming around the last two years as well, so they didn’t hold too much weight to anyone except Peg herself… who Mickey suspected of starting said rumors. Pete almost ran his barrel over Launchpad’s foot, but there was no grudge between them – Mickey doubted Launchpad could hold grudges against anyone.

Usually around this time, Launchpad would be swamped with attention from every almost eligible bachelorette (and many bachelors as well, let’s not kid ourselves) in the kingdom. But since his little sister, Loopy, was hanging onto his arm, Mickey guessed the hungry crowd was waiting for her to leave before they could hunt him down. He had to wonder if Loopy already knew this and was trying to save her big brother from being lovingly mobbed, and glanced over at Della – Scrooge had been trying for ages to marry Della off, if only for her “security”, and Launchpad had been one of the offers. The last time that topic had been brought up, Della threatened to shove Scrooge’s magic staff somewhere unpleasant, so Mickey decided not revisit the issue. In the present, Della wasn’t paying anyone any particular attention, until she suddenly made a sudden snort of annoyance.

Plenty of people in the kingdom still couldn’t believe Drake had gotten himself such a lovely girlfriend – Drake included, if he was honest – and he was inclined to show Morgana off at any given opportunity. Even now she was still getting admiring looks from anyone she passed, and every stare she acquired just made Drake’s ego grow bigger. She was holding hands with him, though didn’t appear to be interested in the cakes and drinks offered – her eyes remained on the glittery jewels and trinkets being showcased, things that were likely out of Drake’s budget.

“I still don’t trust her,” Della said under her breath. “There’s something fishy about her and her whole circus.”

Mickey knew it was unwise to poke a hornet’s nest, but he’d grown up alongside Donald and Della since they were toddlers – and it was a sibling’s duty to poke, poke, poke. “Y’know, usually it’s Gladstone who’s a little green around the gills…”

Della slowly turned her head towards Mickey. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, despite knowing full well what Mickey meant. Mickey knew his pseudo-sister enough that Scrooge’s marriage offers were never going to come to fruition, as Della preferred her partners to be… frankly, female. The only reason Della hadn’t told her uncle this was she was sure he’d just widen the map of potential marriage candidates and nag her about it even more.  While she did enjoy companionship, she wasn’t sure she was ready to settle down, especially not with three little boys to raise.

Still… Mickey had noticed where her eyes wandered, and poke, poke, poke. “I think someone might be a little bit jeal-”

He hadn’t finished the word before Della grabbed his black nose in firm first, glaring hellfire at him. “I’m going to release your schnozz in five seconds. And when I do, you’d better rethink your sentence, because if you’re implying I’m jealous of Drake Mallard of all people, I’ll march right up to Princess Minerva and tell her how long it took you to stop wetting the bed.”

The League of Nightmares had nothing on Della Duck. “Drake who?”

“Atta boy.” She let go of his nose, and he winced as he rubbed it, grateful that the color would hide any bruises. Elsewhere, Drake had broken his hold with Morgana in order to scoop up his daughter, who in turn plopped a freshly made flower crown on top of his head. As they laughed, Morgana’s usual seductive flair seemed to melt into warm comfort, though it seemed even Morgana wasn’t aware of how she looked. Drake then called out to Launchpad, bringing him over, and Launchpad encouraged Pete and Peg to take a break, and Peg wanted to bring over Goofy and his gang, and there was Donald and Daisy taking up a slow dance in the corner…

And everything was right. And everything was good. And Mickey would have given every ounce of magic he had to keep it that way forever.

[infernothechaosgod]

"damn...I cant belive she did this"

I already made that joke but idk if I posted it? Anyways pete loves gossip magazines, minerva sometimes catches a glance mid "kidnapping"

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

More like a Cinderella Tail,

So imma still working on Mickeys Beginnings in the Who Framed Roger Rabbit type AU World of off the animation table, but this scenes too funny to save and I had to share,

Aka in my notes as How Walt got Mickey to do his scenes in the very beginning,

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"I just don't what we are gonna do Roy, Mickey he's unlike Julius and Ozzie wrecking the sets refusing to act, running off-" he pulled down a blind watching Mickey chase after Minerva who looked right peeved at the other, whacking him on the head as he went to grab for her skirt again,

He stepped back sighing, they had 3 shorts, 3 of them and Michael so far had ruined every single one of the scenes they were attempting, they'd put everything into the fella and his girl so they could not create another, besides he had a gut feeling the Mouse needed motivation of some sort, beginning to pace trying to think he heard Ub who was in the corner quip in a teasing way

"Maybe you should bribe him with cheese," the animators eyes widened turning sharply

"What did you say?" His old friend shrugged with a grin

"Mice like cheese, right? Bribe him with cheese he does a scene, he gets a piece."

Walt returned the smile it was perfect like training animals. Roy looked dumbfounded between his brother and Iwerks before shrugging with a shake of the head,

"Well, whatever works, they're toons pretty sure that would work with their logic. I don't need to tell ya Walter if that mouse doesn't get these right that we are finished and will have to crawl back to Dad," the younger could only mutter,

"I know Roy, we will get him to behave,"

With the plan set Walt went down to the local deli and purchased a small block of cheddar, cost him a bit but to his excitment as soon as he had waved the food in front of the mouse Mickey had instantly scampered over and now sat on his haunches at the man's feet keenly listening as he laid out the rules

"Alright Mickey, you do a scene like we ask and you get a piece of cheese for being good. Fair trade?" The mouse nodded as the human cut a cube off, holding down the piece

The toon eagerly took it nibbling on the procured food happily, and then to Walts delight Mickey actually stood bipedal, strode on set and got to work. He was still being a bit mischievous with flipping Minnie's skirts and torturing a couple of the Toon animals but over all the footage was a lot better than the last 2 attempts,

Each time they called cut, Mickey would go on all fours bounding over for his reward, Walt wondered if Toons were like trained dogs at this point. But the intelligence in Michael's eyes spoke to the man that this Mouse Toon was more like a baby and toddler he just had to teach him,

That's if the Mouse didn't sink them first, for now they had sound to do on Steamboat Willie, the first noise he'd ever heard Michael make besides his squeaks,

He had whistled the first sort of intelligence the men had ever seen, it was a simple tune Walt himself whistled frequently, but it showed mimicry and again was an exciting prospect

Right now though bribing was better then again teaching. Perhaps once Mickey started showing he was more clever then mimicking him then he'd start guiding the Toon. He watched Mickey and Minnie chase one another around the studio like usual, he really did question if he should stop the behavior

[lynxindisguise]

mcgonagall/crookshanks

you’re all trying to kill me 😆

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Even in her feline form, Minerva has never paid much attention to other cats. She's a solitary explorer, preoccupied with seeking out the finest windowsill to nap upon, stalking the mice that linger by the kitchens, and occasionally, fucking with her human co-workers.

But this cat was different. This massive orange beauty was clever, her amber eyes alive and glinting with thought. She recognised Minerva for what she was and decided to make her an ally. The partnership they formed was grounded in respect and trust and the urgent desire to knock objects off of flat surfaces.

"I'm sorry, can I just..." Poppy pinches her brow. "You cheated on me with a cat?"

Cursed Ship Game

[renmemo18]

Past to Present- Part One

She always loved the view of the grounds. She stood facing out of the classroom window, transfixed on the glow the castle gave off from this angle. The shimmer, emitting from the grass and trees. True, this was a magical place (in the most literal sense of the word), but the beauty alone always surpassed the acts of magic, in her personal opinion.

A verbal "knock, knock" came from the opening of the door by a most familiar voice. She turned and smiled. "Mum!" She crossed the room and took Minerva McGonagall into her arms. " And here I thought I got the jump on you this year. I should have known." Minerva took her daughters hands and stepped back, giving her an amused smile. " Morrigan, I believe I arrived just shortly before you did, so I'll give you the win just this once." Her eyes sparkled. "How are you? The journey wasn't too bad, I hope?" Morrigan escorted her mother to the closest desk chairs and sat. "Not bad at all. Dumbledore allowed me to use the fireplace in his office for the day. Daughter of the Deputy Headmistress privileges, I'm sure." She knew this wasn't typical; being allowed to utilize the floo network in and out of the school (if not for emergencies). However, Dumbledore had always taken a great liking to her and her mother. Allowing for some given grace in certain circumstances. "Now, now..." Minerva shook her head and tapped the back of her daughter's hand. " You know full well that has nothing to do with me. Although..." she looked a little apprehensive now. " Albus has invited the two of us for afternoon tea." Morrigan looked at her, a little confused. "Oh, alright. Is... something wrong?" "No, no of course not!" Minerva reassured her. "I believe he just has some before term notices he would like to discuss with you, I mean to say; us." She had hardly ever seen her mother so nervous. But surely if it was true that nothing was wrong, there should be no need for concern...

They exited the classroom and made their way to the Headmasters office at a quarter till noon. "Are you ready for classes to start?" Minerva asked her, smiling. " Oh, yes!" Morrigan beamed. " I have a trip planned for my seventh years to visit St. Mungos. Some first hand experience and visuals of the field. Just the minor levels, nothing too graphic." She hurriedly reassured her mum after she had fixed her with a hard stare. Morrigan taught Healer Studies. A class dedicated to the Healer profession and those wishing to follow that path after their time at Hogwarts. However, other students were invited to participate in her class as well, who were choosing alternative paths; such as becoming Aurors. They talked all the way to the foot of a large stone gargoyle. " Ice Mice". At those words, the gargoyle jumped aside and allowed them to ascend the large staircase hidden behind it. Minerva rapped three times on the wooden door before they heard a soft "enter." The door opened, and they both stepped into the vast office, filled with natural light and strange objects. Albus Dumbledore slowly stood from behind his desk, smiled, and gestured for them to sit before him. "Ah, the McGonagall's! What a pleasure to have you both here! Please sit,sit." With a wave of his wand, a large tea pot and three cups and saucers flew through the air and landed gently on the desk. " Morrigan, I'm delighted to hear rave reviews from your classes. Every student who had taken your class last year had thoroughly enjoyed your teachings, with also astounding success rates on their exams. I can not thank you enough for taking up the post with such grace." Morrigan blushed. "It was my pleasure, Professor, truly." He beamed at her. "Should you need anything, my door is always open for you." A moment passed, and Proffesor Dumbledore now looked perturbed. "I must confess, this year will be difficult. With the Dementors playing guests to the grounds. I do not wish to have them here, but it is on the Ministry's request for the time being." Morrigan instinctively turned rigid. She, of course, knew why the Dementors were being stationed at Hogwarts.

This was a hot-button topic between the McGonagall women. Where Sirius Black was concerned, they could not see eye to eye. Morrigan was incredibly close to Sirius and the group that called themselves "The Maurarders" during their time at Hogwarts. She knew Sirius was wrongfully accused, but no one would hear of it. They had already damned him to a lifetime at Azkaban. She knew Dumbledore attributed to this, as he spoke against Sirius at the time of conviction. Not that she blamed him. All of the evidence did point towards Sirius. However, Morrigan knew better. Her best friend didn't have it in him to kill all of those incident people. She snuck a glance at her Mother and could see her eyes burning into her raised teacup, avoiding her gaze.

"I am however," Dumbledore continued, stirring a lump of sugar into his cup. "Delighted that we have filled the post for Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Morrigan's eyebrows raised at this. Surely, no one could be stupid enough to take the job! She would never say so out loud, but the position was, if not cursed, extremely unlucky for anyone who had filled it. "Really, Professor? Might I ask...who?" Dumbledore looked at her, his eyes hovering just above his half-moon spectacles. "Why, Remus Lupin, of course." Morrigan dropped her cup, tea puddled around her shoes, and she started blankly at him. "Come again?" She asked, her mind turning to mush. Dumbledore looked from Morrigan to her Mother, "Surely you told her, Minerva?" Morrigan turned sharply towards her mother, who was still avoiding her gaze, staring at a spot somewhere behind Dumbledore. "I hadn't found quite the right time, Albus..." Dumbledore folded his hands in his lap. "I see." Morrigan could hear the loud ticks of the grand clock in the corner, each making her heart palpitate louder and harder than it had in a long time. "Will that be a problem, Morrigan? I know you and Mr. Lupin have a...ah... history. However. I know you both to be extremely professional and able for your posts." Morrigan tore her eyes away from her mother and looked at the headmaster. "No... no, of course not Headmaster. No problem at all." She swallowed a huge lump in her throat. "Um... do you know when he will be arriving?" Dumbledore gave her a knowing smile."He arrived just shortly after you did. I also allowed him to use my fireplace. He will be staying for the weekend to stage his classroom and will be returning again on the Hogwarts Express at the start of term." Morrigan thought she was going to have a heart attack. "He's here?! Now?" Her voice had gone up several octaves, and her throat felt very dry. "Oh yes! I'm sure he's getting well acquainted with the castle once more. Now, if you don't mind Morrigan, I do need to discuss a few things with Minerva." He stood from his chair, and so did she. He crossed to her and took her hand in his. "I find," he said gently, leading her to the door. "That our past comes back to us in the most peculiar ways. However, it is up to us to leave it in the past or to explore the possibility of making it our future.' They stopped in front of the door, he smiled kindly at her. She knew she could not hide her expression of worry. " Now, you go and prepare your classroom. I know we took a great deal of your time. I thank you for indulging an old man the privilege of your company." She smiled back, gave her Mother a sharp look, and turned to leave the Headmaster's office.

She took her time, heading back to her classroom. Remus Lupin. She hadn't thought about him. Well, no, that was a lie. It was more accurate to say she tried not to think about him after all this time. They had been friends for years. Remus, being more quiet than James and Sirius, still had a cunning and wit that Morrigan marveled. They eventually dated in their fith year. She could never bring herself to forget the way his hand felt in hers. Or the way his eyes always met hers from above the book he was reading at the time. Or... his lips... on hers. She can't believe her mum hadn't told her. The moment she got that woman alone she would certainly get an ear full- Suddenly, it was as if she had collided with a wall. She abruptly fell backward and waited for impact with the floor. It did not come. Not realizing her eyes were closed tight, she opened them slightly and looked up to see the same person she had just been thinking about. "Hello Dove."

[kawaiisdisaster]

SPOILERS FOR ANIMANIACS REBOOT SEASON 3!!!!

Ok so, were do i even start?! First of all, i LOVED the Pinky and The Brain segments, especially "Pinky's How To: Friendship", "Groundmouse Day", "All's Fair In Love And Door", and also "How The Brain Thieved Christmas"! It reminded me so much of the 90's Christmas special and it was so sweet! (Poity Pinkies, my beloveds~)

The Warners' segments were also pretty good, i think the ones i liked the most would be "Season 3 And WB", "Teeniacs" and "The Island Of Dr. Warneau"! Speaking of that segment:

I NEED THESE TWO TO TEAM-UP. You know, i geniunely can't tell whethever Dr. Jürgen was inspired off Nurse Doom, or if it really was just a huge coincidence. Probably the latter... Anywho!

So the rumors about Slappy were true and i'm just SO HAPPY AHHH/pos shame it was in the last episode were everybody uh... Well yeah.

And we did get a Hello Nurse cameo! In the form of a picture that Dot threw away along with Minerva's... Justice for my girls! But no seriously, what do you mean they "mysteriously dissapeared"? Didn't Minerva show up in "Good Warner Hunting"? And wasn't Hello Nurse working elsewhere? Did they go missing afterwards? What? Sorry, went a bit overboard there.

I DID wish that Freakazoid and Romy got a cameo tho, man i miss them...

Back to the gay mice! The fact that Brain found Pinky attractive while he was scarfing down a whole coin really says how much he loves him and it's just oh, so cute!

Totes my favorite scene, besides the one were Brain tells him that he's glad that he doesn't mind being stuck in a time-loop if it's with him, and the part were Pinky kisses him!

And then there's the Starbox and Cindy segments, which were actually really adorable! I'm glad they decided to do more then just one segment cause it really helped in getting me attached to them, honestly.

That's about it! I know the season's been out for awhile, but i kinda just wanted to take my time watching it considering it's the last... Unless they really do make that movie! Fingers crossed on that!

[lalalasocks]

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