#mouseposting

[taffywabbit]

hey. tiny joyful fieldmouse sitting in a big flower. ok?

[mousegirlheart]

mousegirl gf who had to hire a Warhammer player to do her wedding makeup because that's the only person who could paint that small

[mooshroomterrarium]

umm big stretch or something idk

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

pet cemetery in yorkshire. it was the biggest stone in the lot 🐁

[worlds-smallest-epsilon]

That’s fucking it! No more Mr Mice Guy!

*transitions*

[wandel-hamenesne]

What if a mousegirl said cheesus christ - What if a mousegirl said squeaky clean- What if a mouse girl loved you. and wanted you to love her back truely, not because of her mouse mannerisms but because of her heart What then

[skydreamtakesflight]

[2deadkat]

Why are there so many lesbians at the gazette

Can’t forget this one

[fayemouse]

A mouse finds a dress.

A doll left it laying on their dresser after playing with its own doll.

They put it on, pulling the zipper up but knowing it won’t make it all the way to the top. Their shoulders too broad, their stomach too wide. The teeth purse and split.

Their arms fold across the neckline, holding it firm across their chest. It swishes past their feet, too tall for their frame. It kicks up powder and dust as they waltz with themselves, coating their fur in a fine layer of grayed pink.

They sneeze, a squeak and a huff that masks the opening of the door's latch. An involuntary flutter of their ears beats away the creaking rumble of the hinges. A witch, the doll’s witch, the mistress of the house they’re but squatters in and interlopers to rightfully peers down the bump of her nose at them.

Words with sound-forms too large for them to comprehend and a poorly-aimed slam just next to them freeze their muscles. Their claws grip into ersatz linen.

They’re off.

Scampering over jewelry boxes and necklaces, discarded receipts and forgotten notepaper, they run on all fours. Fear grips their heart and burns their lungs as they try to remember left or right, stop or go.

They hear a tear and know a hem has come loose. Their feet are no longer sure. Their legs flail into a metal tin with a bang.

Breath comes in gasps and wheezes, their skid-marks clear as day to them but too small for untrained eyes. Blanketed by shadows, a rest against the cool aluminum is a gift they savor.

It’s time. They must go a direction. The way doesn’t matter. They pull themselves forward with their free arm.

They never drop the dress. Not now, when they’re so close to absconding with it. Not now, as they share a moment with the doll’s doll. Not now, as they nearly reach being something more than just a skittering intruder to a better, more orderly, greater place.

The window: it’s still open a crack. The moment is right. They slip through.

The moonlight shows the damage. Slightly duller, no less elegant. Slightly torn, no less tight.

The disgust and fear of the witch -- protecting its dolls, protecting her home from an infestation -- still quickens their pulse. They’ll never try to return.

In their own nest, they mend and alter the dress. Cut and hem. Patch and seam. Let out and pinch in. It’s still the doll’s doll’s dress.

In their own nest, they follow motions they try so, so hard to understand. They practice dusting. They make themselves tea. They wiggle their whiskers and tut-tut a visiting ant. They treasure and hold so, so dear what they scavenged.

A mouse found a dress.

[dyedazombiepink]

I think mice would like pizza.

It’s got cheese on it

[taffywabbit]

i will probably try this again later with a little more thought and effort but here is a doodle of Soleil as a mouse. do you understand my vision

[mousegirlheart]

mousegirl gf who spends all night gaming. you thought she came to bed, but you find her by the computer, eyes bloodshot with a can of redbull with a silly straw in it. Turns out she got really into the lesbian animal game and didnt want to stop.

[mooshroomterrarium]

r/malelivingspace post from etho about his ex-wife moving in with him in his roofless gravel shack. not a complete thought but do you see my vision

[toyguin]

Phoe in a bunny suit indulgence, for me :)

[bethdehart]

Happy Taur Tuesday! Here's Mel, everyone's favorite cheese thief.

Mel uses they/them pronouns.

[worlds-smallest-epsilon]

Girl who only thinks about mice: “Anyone else getting mouse vibes from this?”