#any-mouse

[rayshippouuchiha]

Is there a tag for Too Sweet? Or did you drop that angst hold on us out of nowhere while wandering off to traumatize us in other ways?

Yeah this is one that just got dropped on y'all just cause

[mxtxfanatic]

”I’ve learned a grisly skill”

I usually don’t like modern AUs of ancient-setting stories, but a modern (maybe mafia au?) retelling of qjj about how Shen Zechuan ended up turning from “that nice kid down the street” into leader of one of the most feared gangs on the block

[nickpeppermint]

They didn't waste a second...

[missallanious]

RETRO DISNEY BECAUSE THEYRE ADORABLE

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Bringing this back.

Vincent Price shares his 75th birthday with a special guest, Ratigan (1986)

[cookiedough77]

ok so. ladybug!luka and blackcat!kagami au. but also adrien gets the dog miraculous and marinette gets the mouse AHHHHHH

guys guys guys guys the DYNAMICS ARE SO.

i also have zero names other than multimouse so feel free to give me some BLINK BLINK BLINK

ougghh. kagami giving adrien the dog because she doesnt really know anyone else and he is ECSTATIC. and kagami like almost immediately regrets it and luka giving the mouse because he trusts her and wants her to realize that shes strong

kagami wants to kill everything on sight and luka is like "bro. chill. i got this" out of costume they know eachother and are trying so desperately to figure out who "hawkmoth" (its tomoe) is and then they bring any info they find out to each other and then also in costume and both just. cant. seem to figure out their identities LMAO

oh gosh this dynamic i love because. well adrien has different lore. he doesnt go to school but ends up at the bakery alot and gets to be besties with marinette, and marinette is still definitely kinda shy due to mever getting that ladybug confidence, adrien IMMEDIATELY peices together she's multimouse and just quickly tells her that its him its so funny

[0fps]

"If you would've just agreed to my terms, we could've avoided all of this nonsense!" "I agree to your terms." "But you're just so obsessed with… Hang on. What did you say?"

bonus:

[kedreeva]

I need you to understand that the very straight and immediate line from someone's very confident "I don't like mice/I've handled mice before so I know what they're like" to joyous wonder as they hold the first calm, friendly mouse they've ever held and murmur "they're so soft/sweet/warm/gentle" practically to themselves is basically a drug

"I work at a petstore," says the young man with much disdain, "so I don't really need to hold another one. I know what they're like."

"These aren't petstore mice," I say, as I turn my hand over and the mouse holds on tighter. "They're not like any mouse you've ever held," I say, as I close my hand gently around the mouse and flip her onto her back for a second so I can touch her mouth and demonstrate how difficult it would be to get one of my mice to bite.

"I'm sure you've handled them extensively from a very young age, though."

"They haven't been handled before today, except to be moved into clean cages." She arranges herself in my hand and cleans her face. "Are you sure you don't want to hold one?"

He opens his hands, and she pours from my hand into his like a viscous liquid. She is soft and warm and sweet, and his entire face lights up when she hunkers down onto his warm hand and closes her eyes.

"....She's changing my mind."

"They tend to do that when you leave it open."

He took her and two companions home.

[eggnogtoast]

chris uses the company computer.

[pastabaguette]

doodles.

the mercy one was redd’s idea.

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about Eddie being so eager to kiss you all the time and he just gets a little too excited sometimes a little too rough and you bump into something and he cradles you while you giggle cause he can't stop smiling into his kisses

And sure maybe it's a little awkward and teeth knock against each other and he catches your lip in his teeth a little too hard but it's okay cause you're deliriously happy

And it's not about getting to the sex (not all the time anyways) but he's just so happy to have found a safe place to land and he's enthusiastic that he found someone who wants to kiss him just as much as he wants to kiss you

And this time he's not too much and his feelings aren't too big and he doesn't need to tone it down cause you're his person and he's yours

Okay bye ily

mouse. mouse get the fuck back here. MOUSE DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS

he's just so happy to have a safe place to land and this time he's not too much and his feelings aren't too big were daggers straight to my heart you come back here right now before i actually bleed out from needing this man so badly.

no but thats exactly it. eddie has spent so long jumping and toeing that line of either trying to cram himself into this bite-sized shape for the ones around him, and just exploding and pretending he doesn't give a fuck that he will never fit into anyone's cup of tea so he'll just make himself even larger, that when you enter his life he just doesnt know what to do about it.

because he starts with his regular tricks of being so over the top, so unbearable, and all you're doing is laughing and entertaining his antics. even playing along at times. and so he retracts a little, turning back into a quiet boy who will shrivel up until he's invisible or easy to love (whichever comes first). but then that doesn't work - and to be truthful, he doesn't even know what his mind's end goal is here because why is he trying to push you away so desperately? - and he's just at a loss. you want him on the thundering days, where he makes his grey clouds everyone's problem and all his lightning is blinding and sporadic. you want him on the quiet days, where the downpour is no longer a roar but a soft drizzle, a bit more silent and a bit more bearable but still there. and he can't tell if it's a joke - he can't decipher if your kisses amidst his rambles are sincere, if you're actually smiling at his jokes because you like him or you're too polite to break his heart. he can't see through those gentle hands you use to caress back his wild hair to be sure that the softest of touches are really just you, or some strange gloves of care that you're only simply wearing for now.

and then one morning, he wakes up, and you're still there, awake before he is and just watching him with so much love. feather-light fingers taking their time tracing over his tattoo on his chest and arms, not noticing he's awake yet as you smile so serenely at him. you're looking at him in a way that he's never really gotten to experience so vulnerably before - like he isn't a nuisance, isn't a mistake. like the universe has so intentionally dropped him into your palms, and you're so aware of how delicate he can be below the surface. and he just breaks.

"i love you"

he'd blurt it out, the first time he's ever said those words to you. it almost feels like the first time he's said those words, period.

he's said them to wayne, in their own way, both a bit stiff in expressing affection and skirting around those words whenever they can for a simply ruffle of hair or unexpected side hugs. he'd said them to his mom, a young boy with shining eyes despite it all, looking at her like she was the world because she was his world.

and... well. that's it. he can count the number of times he's said those words on one hand, and now he's said them to you, and all he can hope is you handle them with as much care as you've handled him.

he hopes you can feel the weight of his heart pressing down on them.

and he thinks you do, when you startle a little, looking up to his lips where those rough words had just fallen from in a cracking tone, and you take your time in awarding him with a smile that could save lives. cure cancer, cure sadness, cure the end of the world even. every cliche possible.

"yeah?" you'd whisper back, and his heart skips a beat, terrified that the next words you say won't be what he needs to hear so desperately. but they are. because of course they are. you wouldn't have been watching him sleep in that way if they hadn't been on the tip of your tongue, "i love you."

not a crash landing, but a soft-padded decent. a slow fall with a cushion to prevent broken bones and more invisible scars.

he kisses you then the way he was going to kiss you every day going forward: pushing forward recklessly, teeth and noses bumping a little, smiles making it nearly impossible. he kisses you like he's coming home after a long day, because he is.

he's home. no boxes in sight to fit into, no cups that'll overflow from all the fizzling feelings pouring out of his chest. you've got him, and he's got you.

[stuffeddeer]

The sun won’t rise any sooner | The Apothecary Diaries | Jinshi x reader

Not to say that Jinshi is a night owl — he's in bed every night at the same time and falls asleep with relative ease — but he is not at all a morning person.

In his position, Jinshi isn't awarded the luxury of a late morning, ushered out of bed every day to get ready for what's ahead. Suiren has chastised him time and time again for being slower to get out of bed, for being sluggish going through the morning motions, for being less responsive all together when she or Gaoshun try and make conversation.

He listens, barely, as his plans for the day are read aloud. That's about all he can muster each morning, eyes still closed and head bobbing as he struggles to even do that.

All this to say, he is not a morning person. Waking up Jinshi is something only Suiren is able to muster, this being why the older woman quickly grew nervous upon finding his bed empty one early morning.

Like every other day, Jinshi hadn't responded to her polite knocks nor her warning that she was entering that came shortly after. Suiren had assumed like every other day, the purple haired boy would be sprawled out on his bed, blankets kicked haphazardly in his sleep, unresponsive to the world.

Some days she found herself not wanting to wake him up, knowing his day prior had been long and today was slated to be the same. Jinshi had lots of work all the time and, while staring at such a vulnerable and exhausted Jinshi, Suiren wondered when he'd truly get a day off.

Not that she'd let him sleep it away, anyway.

This morning could've been like that, with Suiren taking her time to rouse Jinshi from his slumber, yet the only thing roused in that moment is her poor heart. The bed was empty, her master nowhere to be found. The windows were shut, the bed was unmade, the doors had been closed when she arrived. Did someone sneak in and take him? Had word gotten out that the young man was not actually a eunuch but secretly— ?!

Gaoshun needed to be informed. Then, guards - Suiren would need palace guards to survey the area, quickly. She'd lose her life for allowing someone of his stature to go missing, though all that crossed her mind was whether or not the poor boy had been harmed.

Gaoshun was just as frantic learning the news, making his way to Jinshi's chambers as though he'd be able to find him any more than Suiren could. And you— 

Suiren should notify you.

Like Jinshi, one might not define you as a morning person, though you've never had trouble getting out of bed once awake. Your job requires you to be up and ready at the time your master begins to start his day and Suiren has never seen you late in doing so. This particular morning, however, you weren't found in the kitchen where Suiren could usually find you. Surely you too weren't...

After receiving no response to her knocks at the door to your chambers, Suiren announces herself before opening the door. Two kidnappings in one night - she and Gaoshun would surely lose their heads. Yet, upon opening the door, all worry left Suiren's body. She doesn't even have time to be mad, flittering away to let Gaoshun know not to contact the palace guards.

You, however, couldn't share her relieved sentiment, trapped on your bed due to a heavy Jinshi collapsed on top.

Once again, you never usually had trouble getting out of bed in the mornings. A glimmer of the sunrise would shine through your windows, a natural alarm reminding you of your duties that lie ahead. Yet this morning was different, your bed feeling warmer and your body feeling heavier; Staying in bed was undeniably the best course of action. The peek of sunshine that you adored so had been seemingly gone, covered by a presence you hadn't welcomed in yourself.

Quite a while passed before you realized it was your employer - and that you were disastrously late to your morning duties. Who are you, however, to try and awaken someone of his prestige? (Plus, you tried to say his name but the man only grumbled and held you tighter.) Today will just have to have a slow morning.

It's true that when Suiren knocked, you didn't reply. Suiren angry was undoubtedly scary but Jinshi was the one who dictated whether or not you kept your job and stayed in his home, so maybe not yelling right by his ear to announce you're awake would be the better option of the two.

Of course, you're beginning to question that as she appears at the door once again, ignoring you entirely as she makes her way to wake up Jinshi. You'll be getting an earful later, that's for sure.

Jinshi is not a morning person. He's never been good at just rolling out of bed and starting the day, no — wake-ups take a little bit longer.

Mornings, especially early ones, always left him longing for a little self indulgence, to curl up for a mere 5 minutes more and shirk his duties for a little longer. Suiren has never allowed him that, of course, and it's been a long, long while since he has asked.

Falling asleep comes rather easily. He works hard in the day and finds himself exhausted come time for sleep, out like a candle shortly after his pretty head touches the soft pillow. Sleeping through the night isn't exactly an issue either; Maybe once every month, likely closer to every other month Jinshi would find himself waking up part way through.

Nothing a breath of fresh air wouldn't solve, lulling him right back to his bed. A glass of water usually did the trick but he'd awoken that night with a seemingly different thirst. Same feeling yet water was the furthest thing on his mind as he languidly slumped his way through the halls.

Thirst for comfort, warmth, companionship? Jinshi forgot what it even was he did the night before until Suiren and you woke him up, needing the power of a crowbar to try and pry the man's strong grip from his warmth-emitting pillow.

Unfamiliar sheets, no soft feather-stuffed pillow under his head and... something soft in his arms. He'd woken up in a bed that isn't his own. This might cause one to stir, worried for their safety and urgently trying to puzzle out where they've woken up, yet Jinshi only tightened his hold and grumbled. Suiren was saying something beside him so he could confidently say he was still in his home.

Eyes cracked open at her nagging attempts to wake him up only to find you on the receiving end of his grip. You..? Wait.

Now is when Jinshi starts to stir, sitting up suddenly and the most awake he's ever been in a morning. This is where he finds you, in a scandalous state of undress, glued to his chest from where his coverings had opened up in his sleep. His face becomes a deep red, voice caught in his throat as his head snaps away, hoping to spare you his gaze in your current state as though that'll make you think him a gentleman.

It's then that Suiren is finally able to coax Jinshi out of your bed, ushering him out so you can properly prepare for the day and make yourself decent.

The sun was gone and the streets were vacant, any lantern lit in the outer palace walls extinguished. Jinshi found himself sitting up in bed, tossing and turning having not worked to bring him back to the peace of slumber he’d been in mere moments before. A small walk to clear his head, surely that’ll be all he needs.

It’s cool, a slight breeze passing by that brushes the purple hair further toward his face. Jinshi’s tired, heavy eyes shut at the feeling, taking it in for a moment. Two moments. If he would fall asleep standing up, surely this would be the time. Alas, he continues his short walk.

In the distance, the sound of boots against the pathway outside faintly registers in the tall man’s brain - a guard following his late night routine. There’s a sense of ease to knowing that nothing could happen without a guard’s knowledge, is that what Jinshi needs to fall back asleep? Maybe he’ll finish his stroll quickly and return to his chambers.

Of course, he’d halted when passing by yours.

Jinshi wasn’t entirely of sound mind. Does that count as an excuse? The man was exhausted, stumbling about in his robes as he walked up to your door. There was no reason for anyone to think you'd be awake for a chat, yet Jinshi peeked in anyway to see you slumbering away on a bed much tinier than his.

Still, the man had walked through the door, silently shutting it behind him. It looked comfy, right? Maybe the smaller size allowed for a cozier sleep. Jinshi barely remembers even thinking this, the next thing he can properly recall is waking up beside you and Suiren dragging him out.

To say Jinshi is mortified would be an understatement. Memories start to flood back, the foggy image of his sleep deprived stupor leading him out of his room and toward the chambers of his favorite employee. He... agh.

At the same time as Gaoshun face palmed, Jinshi's face dropped into his hands with a smack. He'd never live this down.

[lexishoney]

thunderbolts fans will tell you you can't ship boblena, ghostwalker, buckymel and then infantilize one character even though they are like 30, attribute all the war and moral crimes to depressed ex soldier, claim that the character that went through so much development and growth 'isn't ready' to be in a healthy relationship (even though it was this character's thing since forever), attribute certain sexuality to the film adaptation of the character, claiming that this character's sexuality is canon in the comics while reliability of this information is also ambiguous, try to convince you into thinking that 30-year-old-woman is a fresh out of school girl and made up some crazy theories on why the character can't be shipped with the depressed ex soldier mentioned before bcs 'they have big brother-little sister dynamic' and 'she deserves someone better'

[benewitch]

Silco before Act 1, edited from the Arcane Art Book.

This is sooo self indulgent 😅 I wanted to make it perfect but the next month starting from tomorrow is gonna be a literal roller coaster, so I won't be able to work on any Tumblr related stuff 😖

I hope I did a good job 🫶🏻

I added the finished one(I need to be sedated asap)

[anininas]

Pixel residents

[cowardlykrow]

"That is where you are wrong, my boy!"

@ratb4stard3 and I deliver another Cowardlyghostbro's(™) collab ✨💛