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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
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umm big stretch or something idk
#hii everyone long time no drawing...!!#im probably still not gonna be very present bc of school lol#but i'm trying to get back in the swing of personal art.....so i might have things to post maybe....!!#save me no context cleo floating in the void save me#zombiecleo#zombiecleo fanart#my art#mouseposting
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pet cemetery in yorkshire. it was the biggest stone in the lot 🐁
#graveyard#pet cemetery#cemetery#cemetery photography#photography#mouse#mice#mouseposting#mouseblr#pet mouse#gothic#gothic photography#grunge#soft grunge#grunge photography#urban photography#animals#tw animal death#animal death#rodent#this is so sweet
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That’s fucking it! No more Mr Mice Guy!
*transitions*
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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
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Not a mouse but i agree with their beliefs
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Why are there so many lesbians at the gazette
Can’t forget this one
#the rodents gazette is a lesbian hot spot#my friends words not mine#mouseposting#now my hc of Thea taking every woman out for drinks there is even more valid AHA#geronimo stilton#thea stilton#dumb
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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.
#mouseposting#empty spaces#hai evrywun#i didnt mean it to uh. be about that.#dolls with dolls#i wrote something happy! actually happy!#writing through it
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Phoe in a bunny suit indulgence, for me :)
#Phoe's Art#mouse fursona#furry art#mousegirl#mouseposting#my art#artists on tumblr#what's up gamers i'm back with art and this time it's MORE MOUSEGIRLS AND BUNNYSUITS WHAT A SURPRISE#(this is not a surprise)#(those are like my two favorite things)#okay enjooooooyyyyyyy :)
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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.
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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
#asking for redecorating advice bc she seems unimpressed. rejects anyone suggesting the number of beds is the problem#secret life spoilers#secret life#cletho#mouseposting
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Happy Taur Tuesday! Here's Mel, everyone's favorite cheese thief.
Mel uses they/them pronouns.
#taur tuesday#taursday#taurs#taurposting#mel#cheese#mouse#mouseposting#mice#mousetaur#ocs#oc#cute#furry#furry art#furry fandom#furry artist#furry anthro
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I’m channeling her power
#taking lie theory this term#I don’t get it#(the manifold stuff specifically)#mouseposting#math#mathblr#mtg
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Call me a mouse the way I want to be precisely impacted
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