#squeak squeak

[townslore]

they stacked oranges on his head while he was asleep

[thesharkcollector]

Look at this little cheeks!! I just wanna sqeeze em 😋

[giftboxxworld]

I've been having a very high desire to draw her, the bestest rat of all 💖💖💖

She's so fun to draw!!!!!! I will definitely be drawing her more often just because she big soft rat friend 💖

[missylanieous]

*squeak squeak* chainmaille bunny complete!

[ramvibess]

commission for Rocío on FB

[leonawriter]

This rat is going places

[abbytakuya]

I’m just realizing I never posted my ceramic persona 5 royal trio mice hm oops

(I haven’t colored them yet (;￣▽￣))(but here’s some photos)

Fun fact I broke Akechi’s tail like 3 times on accident (and Jokers once ha ha)

also Sumi’s tail was such a pain to do,my golly lol

I think Akechi turned out the best 🤔

Joker was my first one so it makes sense his mask didn’t turn out as nice as Akechi’s and Sumi’s

[microposting]

If Micros aren’t handheld so I can use them as portable infodumping outlets then what am I to do?

the reason the really little ones aren’t audible is so they can pay attention better w/o interrupting

[whipcreamtea]

planning on designing myself a fursona and i couldnt decide on whether i should be a fat cat or a mouse.. however upon googling what animals can safely eat chocolate my choice was made for me

[suosteacup]

@awkwardchick87 @ambiguouslady42 @cherrysuzaku this is what y'all heard from the other side of the screen on Discord lol 🐭

[townslore]

the angel on my shoulder who i love and cherish and appreciate so so much & the fuckass devil who i need DEAD

[pro/ship dni + dont tag as ship]

[ihatebrainstorm]

Brainstorm.. is like a squeaky toy

[little-editor2]

i see no difference

[shoelace1200]

Putting my saved r/196 posts on Tumblr

Originally posted by u/Llewellyn1

[missylanieous]

*triple squeak*

[feinfeinfeinfeinfein]

Heart of a Traitor - Peter Pettigrew

What makes the heart of a traitor? Peter Pettigrew should know. It was, after all, the heart beating in his chest, pumping the traitorous blood that kept him alive. Lately, his heart rate has felt less human, more rat-like. He was more rat-like. Years of being Scabbers has taken an obvious toll on him. The Peter Pettigrew that called himself a marauder, studied James’ quidditch moves, gleefully cast aguamenti to wake up Sirius, and snuck down to the kitchens to feed Remus’ never-ending appetite, was scarcely there anymore. Being a Death Eater on the run would do that to you. Now he was constantly twitching, flinching at every movement and loud sound and (possibly worst of all) reduced to acting as a servant of the one and only Severus Snape. Sitting down miserably in his cellar after a long day of being belittled and listening to thinly disguised quips about his dignity and intelligence, he reminisced. Of his long-gone Hogwarts days; days of freedom and laughs and pranks and never-ending homework. Back when he was Pete, one of the marauders, the good guys. Those were easily the happiest times of his life, when things were simple and happiness seemed to be everflowing.