#miss mousey

[astronoglow]

[mice-rats-daily]

Today's mouse is Miss Mousey from The Muppet Show!

[muppetydyke]

Muppet Mainstage, April 19th, 2024

“Don’t Sugar Me” was written by Norman Monath and Walt Kelly in 1956. The song was first performed on Sam and Friends, and performed again in season 1, episode 22 of The Muppet Show (1976). In the later rendition, the song is performed by a miniature Miss Mousey (Jerry Nelson) in a tea pot, who is being watched by Statler (Richard Hunt) and Waldorf (Jim Henson).

[itsdlevy]

I have only once in my adult life written fanfic. It was a short piece for a proposed Muppet Zine that ended up not happening. Today the editor of that zine encouraged me to post the piece online, so here it is.

From the private diary of Miss Mousey

November 17, 1976

Dear Diary,

I can't say this gig is working out the way I hoped it would. When Kermit convinced us all to pack up and move to the big city, it wasn't talk of show business and stardom that sold me. It was his talk about pursuing our dreams together, as a community, as a family. And I know he meant it. But nobody could anticipate how wrong everything could go. All because of the pig. I can't bring myself to even write down her name.

I saw it in her eyes the very first time we rehearsed together. She wasn't here to make art. She had no interest in being a member of the ensemble. And she had even less interest in sharing the stage with other talented women. Sisterhood? She's never heard of it and isn't interested in learning about it either. She had her eye on one thing -- stardom.

One thing, that is, until she saw Kermit in action. Everyone in the room felt it. The minute Kermit stood in front of us, giving us one of his trademark speeches to buck us up for a great rehearsal even if we were underprepared and low on time -- she was hooked. How she had her eye on two things, and unfortunately for me, I stood between her and both of them.

According to her, that is. As for me? While Kermit and I may have had a thing between us once upon a time, that was as far away as Cleveland. And she can have the spotlight! I'm content to just be part of the show and maybe exercise my creativity every now and then. I don't need to be the main attraction. And who are we kidding? No one looks at her and me and thinks we're vying for the same parts. You know what I mean. We don't have the same equipment.

But the real problem is that there's no talking to her. She's made up her mind that I'm the enemy, and there's nothing I nor any of the other girls in the show can do to convince her otherwise. She looks right past me and acts as though I don't exist. I want to say it gets me steamed, but really, it just makes me feel so small.

That's actually how I got my idea for my big number this week. It's the first time in ages that Kermit's given me a solo, one of his favorite old swamp jazz numbers. I'm determined to go really big to prove I've earned it. Only by going big, I mean I'm going small... literally.

I've asked Dr. Honeydew to figure out a way to shrink me down so I can fit right in a teacup -- and I'm going to perform right on the ledge of the audience boxes, giving our toughest patrons the best seats in the house for a one-of-a-kind intimate performance. It will be like nothing anyone's ever seen before, at least not at the Muppet Theater. And then maybe the pig will realize that I'm just here to be a little part of something bigger.

[10gofrio]

[the-m0user]

My second to last attack for the year, this time another revenge for @catatonic-pixie !!

[speedlimit15]

i often think about the girl i supervised at the pharmacy who told me she taxidermied rodents and bugs as a hobby and put little outfits on them and made diorama scenes for them to exist in

[eminsunnytoons123]

The muppets Show: Life in the boarding home

Things you may or may not noticed in my muppets characters redesigns!

Disclaimer: i'll even Make more parts of these, but for now i wanna share this with all my besties/Sisters And brothers/pen pals And all other muppet fans

Okay! Soo... Heres some things i wanted to Show you some details in my muppets characters redesigns that you may or may not have notice =^_^=

Lets start!:

Number 1: Kermit actually has webbed Hind hands like an normal frog, but you cant see it because he is wearing gloves, he might even have webbed Hind feet because he clearly IS a frog

Number 2: fozzie has lighter palms, i dont know how i came up with this idea but i thought it suits him very well

Number 3: Lips actually has heterochromia, like two different eye colors, but others cant see it because his eyes are almost ALWAYS closed, but the first person except for his mother, sister and Grandma to see it, are dr teeth And the electric Mayhem

Number 4: Walter has blonde highlights over his Brown hair, he did not dye it, those are his actual highlights (in my AU.)

Number 5: miss mousey has black-blonde hair, but her actual hair color is blonde but she puted a little blonde-yellow color over it

Number 6: Zoot's feather on his hat represents the colors of the bisexual flag, And he is one of the current muppets to Show his sexuality through his clothes, the other few being gonzo, Rizzo, Clifford, Lindbergh, digit, Janice, Skeeter, cliffster And beard

I hope y'all liked these! I'll maybe make more tommorow =^///^=

Oh! And i'll give all of the muppets surnames! But there are some muppets who already have surnames, And those are:

• Marvin suggs, Johnny fiama, sal minella, Lew Zealand, miss piggy (piggy Lee), Floyd pepper, dr teeth (Gerald teeth jr), dr bunsen honeydew, dr Julius strangepork, link hogthrob, Mildred huxetetter, zelda rose, dr Phil van neuter...

And i'll give the other muppets surnames! Even tho most of them have "the" in the middle but still =^_^=

And yes, thats me holding Kermit's hand in the first Doodle =^///^=

[snickiebear]

fuck it we ball friday: piece of media you desperately want to experience but it’s not The Right Time? piece of media you would love to trick every person you love into experiencing?

answering this on Silly Time Saturday bc im always late: okay piece of media that i need to watch is star wars. everyone keeps telling me to, for YEARS now but the stars have yet to align… but i feel it… maybe this year…

as for media everyone should get into, hmm. puppet history. i am a puppet history advocate, i am a day one, if puppet history has no fans i am dead.

[spider-bih]

I didn't die I swear.

[queenmouseyy]

why?

[linoguy]

orange brown hair lee know you will always be my favorite gender

[muppetydyke]

Muppet Mainstage, March 5th, 2024

“How Could You Believe Me When I Said I Loved You When You Know I've Been a Liar All My Life” was written by Burton Lane and Alan Jay Lerner for the 1951 film Royal Wedding. It made its Muppet debut in season 2, episode 12 of The Muppet Show (1977). The song is sung by Kermit (Jim Henson) and Miss Mousey (Jerry Nelson), causing Miss Piggy to become jealous. 

[alfiefuntimes]

tag drop // bkmn.

[almostfini]

Unexpected proponent of open-carry: the froggie who went a-courtin'

[donatellawritings]

୨୧ based on this submission from @sageworld

boxer!rafe & shy!reader bc they are cuties xx

a big fat reason why you were such a shy and mousey little thing was due to your thick latin accent and broken english. sure, you could hold your own with basic conversations, but your doe eyes never missed the way people squinted into over-exerted focus as you spoke. you were well aware of how you mispronounced words and the way you subconsciously elongated the wrong consonants, so you completely despised having to speak, unless you were spoken to. after spending about an hour with you, rafe was fully aware of your cute quirk and welcomed it with open arms.

quite frankly, the way your tongue carefully sang each word with practiced effort was heart wrenchingly adorable to him … and he silently wished that you’d never stop talking.

“okay, mama — y’gotta use y’words, just like i’ve been teachin’ you, yeah?” rafe calls out from the bathroom, steam leaking through the opened door, his voice raised, thanks to the toothbrush that rested between his teeth.

with a frustrated huff, you quickly blinked back the tears of defeat that welled in your bambi eyes, tilting your head back in a desperate attempt to stop your whiny tears from ruining your makeup that’s you’d spent a whopping hour and a half doing … it was so pretty, soft, and sparkly — messing it up would just send you over the edge.

you remained with your head tilted back for about a minute before the pinned up curls that covered your head became too heavy for your neck, “don’t want to, papi — i feel stupid,” you pouted your lips, swollen from the glittery plumping gloss that you’d applied just a few minutes prior.

rafe had taken it upon himself to be proactive when it came to breaking you away from your shy shell, and he figured that if you tackled your largest insecurity first — the rest would be a piece of cake. so, rafe decided that he simply wouldn’t talk to you, if you only gave him one worded answers or hummed responses.

“hey — fix y’face, no reason to be havin’ an attitude,” rafe enters his bedroom, towel hung low on his semi-wet hips as he snaps a corrective finger in your direction, his glassy eyes glaring into yours as you nod obediently.

adjusting the hem of your powder pink skims bandeau top, or lack thereof, to sit just a bit higher on your perky and swollen tits, you comply, “the pr-press thingy — yo no quiero ir,” you speak, your voice shaky as you approach rafe, bare feet padding against the polished hardwood flooring, “s’too many people,” you add in a low mumble.

acknowledging your concerns with a simple nod, rafe rolls his shoulders, the towel that once hung around his hips now replaced with grey briefs as he glances over at you, before letting out a hum of feigned thought, “that’s what had y’all fussy? jesus, baby,” he sighs, allowing his tight shoulders to soften as he nudges the tip of your chin with the knuckle of his index finger.

letting out an embarrassed whine, you closed the gap between you and rafe, swinging your arms around his tense neck as you jump from the tips of your painted toes, snaking your legs around his waist, earning a knowing sigh from your man, “y’know i can’t have you sitting here alone — need to keep an eye on you, mama,” he coos, keeping a free arm curled underneath the fat of your plush ass and thighs as he continues to make his way towards your shared closet, hiking you up to sit up a bit higher on his buff and toned frame.

“no soy una niña — y’not being nice,” you speak against the side of rafe’s neck, earning a quick slap to your bare ass, “raafe, that was hard,” you moan, lightly swatting your hand against his firm pecs.

rolling his eyes, rafe grabbed ahold of a the crisp navy blue suit jacket that hung neatly, his voice monotone as he searches for his matching slacks, “not a little girl, huh? y’sure as hell are actin’ like one, princess,” he comments blankly, his squinted eyes widening as he nudges your waist with the metal part of the hanger that held his jacket, “hold this f’me.”

with a bratty roll of your eyes, your small hand grips the hanger, your chin resting atop of rafe’s flexed clavicle as your makeup remains in tact.

fisting his slacks and louis vuitton belt in his grip, rafe walks out of the closet, leaving your legs to cling tightly around his waist as he walks towards his king sized bed, spinning lowering his frame to sit down on the edge of the bed, with you straddling him as his loving gaze met your sparkling eyes.

“okay baby, who’s the man that keeps a smile on y’face, huh?”

biting back a blush, you quickly peck your tingling lips against rafe’s, “rafe cameron,” you speak confidently, oblivious to the way the man before you’s dick began to tent within the thin fabric of his briefs. fuck, he loved the way your latin tongue rolled over each letter with innocent seduction.

“yeah?” rafe raises his eyebrows, “and who is rafe cameron,” he pushes, tonguing the inside of his cheek, eyeing the way you fiddled with your fingers as the cogs in your pretty little head began to turn.

batting your wispy lashes, you take a small breath — you practiced this, “rafe cameron is th-the future uni-unified champion and the el-dest son of w-ward cameron,” you exhale, immediately breaking eye contact with rafe as you force yourself to focus on your freshly manicured nails.

“there you go! see, y’talk just fine, hm?” rafe praises, sealing it with a playful nudge to your jaw, just as his free hand snaps the band of your thong to slap the skin of your hip.

with a sharp gasp you sucked your teeth, craning you neck to see the light red marking left by the skin-tight fabric, “ay, rafe dejarme quieta!” you whined, pathetically fighting your way out of rafe’s grip, much to no avail.

securing both of your wrists in one of his hands, rafe patted the meat of the side of your ass cheek, “a’ight, cut it out — was just playin’ around,” he grabs your cheeks with his free hand, silencing you with a sloppy and slobbery kiss.

annoyed whines left your mouth as you felt the sticky gloss smear off of your lips and onto your chin, “hmph — papi, my lipgl-” you were quickly cut off by your own needy moan as rafe slid his tongue up your lips, before swallowing your mouth into a deeper kiss.

“i know, baby,” rafe mumbles into the kiss, your concealer and lipgloss painted on his chin and jaw as you tightened your arms around his neck, both of your tongues lazily lapping at each other.

the messy and sticky kiss continued for a few more minutes, before you ran out of breath — your once flawless makeup now left smeared and patchy as your lips, now red and swollen, and a bit sore stretched into a cheesy smile. a few of your pinned-up curls had fallen, some wild strands of hair sticking to your lips as you wiped the messy corners rafe’s sticky and glittery lips with the pad of your thumb.

“thank you, sweetheart,” rafe chuckled, not missing the way you still couldn’t maintain direct eye contact with him.

who would even begin to think that he still hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet?