#circus mice

[imactuallysoup]

I think the circus mice needed their own post

And this lil guy i came up wiff

[theegarlicwitch]

I’m going to Laika’s MoPOP exhibit soon & obviously had to make some earrings for the occasion. 🐀🎪🎶

[ellesilly]

i’m currently being insane about of mice and men the many decade old john steinbeck novel btw

i was building an interpretation about lennie being a metaphor for george’s emotions and then it hit me like a truck. emotional dysregulation. emotional disorder. lennie is the disorder and how it affects george.

lennie can’t avoid his impulses, but he follows george and obeys him and defends him because george is The Person in the equation, and he wants george to get better. george wants lennie gone so he can be functional. george DOES get rid of lennie in the end to be functional, with his death representing medication or some other form of forcibly “getting better”.

the farm is their dream. a place where they can live peacefully and away from societal consequences for lennie’s existence. an unrealistic, impossible place where instead of changing to society’s acceptance mold, they can adapt their life to their needs. live their own way. find their own functionality.

and when george kills lennie he heals his own functionality. but he is no longer the same person. the sum of his parts doesn’t total up to the old george milton. he is alone. the disorder was a disorder but it was part of him and now it’s not there anymore and he is incomplete. but “he hadda. he just hadda.” for society. for acceptance. for functionality.

the cost of healing when a disorder is part of you, is something you have lived when since who knows when, and when it is ripped away.

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elle “everything is a metaphor” ashling with the steel chair

i’m not okay i can’t believe i’m insane about classics again this is like part 2 of when i wrote about gregor samsa and how he emotionally manipulates himself to support his family but worse. losercore era

[joneoyvilde03]

Kevin is mice belong in heaven redrawing a character OCs

Kevin going the amazing digital circus at amusement park of makes friends everyone they make fun? With about Pomni won’t going rollercoaster and play funtime and they so much fun together friend but they happen Kevin afraid at uncle bad fox and they goes cruel at ruined at friendships and Kevin goes mad for it and they running to at forest and everyone can finding for Kevin coming soon at chapter 9 fanmade and thanks for made joneoyvilde03

Character from:

Mice belong in heaven

Regular show/OC/Cartoon Network

The amazing digital circus/GLITCH Productions

By joneoyvilde03

[singing-not-sleeping-beauty]

I love recreating food from my favorite books & movies...

it'd be a lot more fun if authors could be a little more specific in their descriptions

[gay-lil-gremlin]

Fizzarolli animation to mice circus :333 love this lil guy!

Also if you want a commission check the link in my bio ;3;

[childishillustrator]

coraline doodle at work :)

also i’m back :)

[maddyb33edits]

Coraline fan edit

[h-harleybaby]

Prithee, alloweth me to aquire a jumping mouse plush as a presenteth

[childishred]

Jerboa, by Matea Orešković/Childishred

2023.

[snowangeldotmp3]

THE PINK PALACE 🩷 if you want :)

LOUSEPH!! again apologies for taking so long with these and it is no longer wip wednesday (but lets be honest. has that ever stopped me.) anyway here is some pink palace for u <3!

“You’re not my mother. My mom doesn’t have buttons for eyes. And she sure as shit doesn’t make food like this.” Not Susan (with her beady little button eyes) smiles wider. It makes Max uneasy. Queasy, even. Makes her palms sweat and feet ready to go, go, go. Alarm bells blaring in her mind to get out, get out, get out. Max does not move. Her feet stay firmly planted in the lively dining room. “Max,” calls a voice so bone-chillingly familiar, that Max stops breathing. Heavy footsteps reveal a blond mullet and stupid, sad excuse for a mustache. And buttons for eyes. A smile (or a sneer? She could never really tell with Billy. It was always danger).“Max,” Not Billy says calmly and completely unlike himself. “Is that any way to talk to your mother? Come on, the food’s getting cold.” She watched him die. Not only that, he made her life a living hell. And now all of a sudden he’s playing brother of the year? Bullshit.

[homunculus-argument]

Character idea that I had at some point: A dance teacher who had to give up his own highly promising career as a performer after an injury, and now makes his living giving lessons to children. He comes off as stern, serious, and frighteningly strict, and even some of the parents have a hard time believing that the kids genuinely like him and enjoy the lessons. Which, to be fair, are frightening to watch with no context of what this is about.

The children go through their practices with downright eerie, automation-like, coordinated synchrony, with stern and focused looks on their faces, while the teacher circles them, observing and correcting, brandishing his cane like a weapon and every once in a while dramatically lamenting about how "you little vermin can't do anything right", and occasionally the music stops and the only sounds coming from the studio are of kids running and screaming while their teacher bellows about teaching them a lesson.

This, however, is all just method. He started the first lesson with the children by proposing a game: How about they play flea circus, where he is the cruel evil ringmaster and they are all his poor suffering little fleas. One of the girls starts crying, protesting that she doesn't want to be a flea. Well, how about mice? Mice are cute. The children accept these terms, and ever since they've spent dance lessons playing Evil Circus.

For reasons beyond adult comprehension, children of a certain age really love playing pretend in a setting where everything is Dark And Horrible And The Worst, and Evil Mouse Circus is exactly that. And whenever he picks up that the kids are starting to get too genuinely nervous or agitated, that's when he goes "that's it I'm going to beat all of you" which is their cue to take a break to run around screaming, while he chases them. He won't catch them and isn't even trying to, the kids just need to let the nervous energy out.

It looks horrible to an outside observer, but the kids are having an excellent time playing circus mice.

[writerofweird]

OLD STORY: Bob the Dancing Camel

I would like to share with you a story I wrote in my teenage years, back in 2004. When I was young, I wrote a story called David Mouse about a mouse who escapes from a hotel and befriends a camel that escaped from a safari park. Sadly, that story is lost. It did form the basis for the below story, and the below story formed the basis for elements in Barking Benjamin and Mr. Movie-Maker (both…

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 37

part 1 | part 36 | ao3

cw: depression, ptsd, references to canonical death and horror

Chapter 9

December

The smudged feeling comes back.

Which sucks, if he's being honest.

Despite the new thing with Eddie and the breathing room in his budget; despite everything going fine with Robin and work and the kids, his good moods never seem to hold. They keep getting muddied up, can't shine through the grubby handprints that threaten to blot them out.

And sure, it's not like he expected one great make out session to change his life (and it was a great one, to be clear; a great make out session and an even better handy later that night in Eddie’s van), but he just…

Shit.

He doesn’t know.

He thought it might feel easier. Life, adulthood; everything. Like the lightness and warmth he felt that night might carry over, might drift through to fill the cracks in him like a blanket of fresh snow.

But they don't, because they can't.

They can't touch the fact that he has no clue what he’s doing. That Steve Harrington's got no purpose, no direction and no point.

Most mornings he's got nothing but his creeping paranoia and a bone deep sense of dread.

The new year closes in like a wet tongue up the back of his neck; hot breath of a drooling grizzly getting ready to take a bite, and the long winter shadows around his house are growing fangs, rows upon rows of razor teeth in petal mouths.

His nightmares tastes like rot and lilac. Something heavy in the air.

And in the mornings he feels stupid when he wakes up shivering in cold sweat, foolish and young and alone. He clutches at his nail bat and peers through the cracks in the blinds, and he feels like a lunatic because there’s nothing out there. Nothing abnormal. Nothing wrong-side up. Just the shadows and the strays; the scurrying of house mice and the skitter of dead leaves.

It’s over now, they told him. It’s over, kid. We won.

They said it all three times.

—

"Uh...”

Eddie's standing in Steve's doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms loosely folded over his chest, a weird smile on his face like he's deeply fucking confused by what he's seeing but is trying so hard to be cool about it.

Which, like. Fair.

It's mid-morning on a Sunday and Steve is crawling on hands and knees in his gutted disaster of a living room — ripping up the edges of his terrible burnt orange carpet without even pausing to say hello — and the kids will be here any minute to help put up the Christmas tree, and he hadn't meant to do this; knows he looks completely manic, sweat dripping into his eyes, knuckles bleeding from the tack strips, but he woke up trembling from another nightmare and decided that everything had to go.

The nightmare felt too real. Long claws and sharp teeth, squelching muck and snaking vines; a flash of Chief Hopper bloody and shorn in a frozen wasteland, but the chief is dead and everyone's dead and Steve is so tired of being haunted by their ghosts, and in his shaken, post-dream haze he convinces himself that it's this place.

This place is the fucking problem.

This godforsaken tin can with spirits crawling in the walls.

They're clinging on like static just before a thunderstorm. In the floorboards, in the rug. Steve can feel them with each step. How many footprints buried themselves in these worn fibers? How many exhausted treks to the fridge and frenzied rushes to the phone; how many angry late-night pacers and visitors overstaying a welcome?

"Stevie?" Eddie clears his throat.

Steve just wants them all gone. The whole haunted circus — wants to strip it to the bones, start fresh with something new.

So far all he’s done is make the place smell like his nightmares. Like dust and death and lilac as he pulls the carpet up. There’s an oily stain on the subfloor from where he smashed his mom’s perfume, and a green-black mystery splotch by the kitchen that could be water damage, or it could be the remnants of a liquified rat. Or a person; so many people, melted meat monster smashing through the city blood and gore in a demodog's jowls the walls pulsing with membranes like some fucked up rotten womb and—

"Hey." Eddie's boots come into view. Calm commandment in his tone, stepping right into Steve's space. "Look at me," he sighs.

Steve sits back and wipes his brow. The sweat stings his cut-up hands, and he wishes he weren't so busy being a nutcase, because Eddie looks good like this. Standing over him, petting a hand through his damp hair. Making him kneel down at his feet. It’s hot. They could do something with this. Steve could—

"You want to tell me what you're doing?"

Tears prick up in Steve's dumb eyes.

What's he supposed to say? There were ghosts in the fucking carpet?

He shakes his head and sniffs, and Eddie steps in a little closer; moves his hand to cup Steve's jaw. "No?" he lifts a brow.

Outside, tires crunch over the gravel, the kids making a racket as they pour out of the Wheelers’ car. Goddammit.

Steve huffs and gets to his feet; lets Eddie steady him. They share a look. The kids are shouting on the lawn. "Can you take us to Home Depot?"

—

part 38

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[lunarw0rks]

I have been wanting to send in a request for a while now, but have been too shy to do so 🙈

TF-141 watching Coraline for the first time with Reader?

☾𓂃❛🍰❜┊ tf!141 watching coraline // headcanons

warning(s): none, just fluff ♡ masterlist // requests // ask box

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price ᰔ hesitant at first because he typically enjoys serious cinema. he was expecting a children's movie — not a girl trapped in an alternate dimension. ❝this is too confusing for me, love. those two aren't her real parents?❞ spends most of it with his eyes glued to the screen, his best attempt at following along.

❝how is this film for kids, sweetheart? children's souls?❞

simon ᰔ often doesn't have time for movies, but tonight you picked one without bickering. though he would never say it, he quite enjoyed the film. spent half of it with his eyes half-open, but based on the squint he has — he's amused. bits of it, like when she reunites with her real mother, heals his inner child. + wybie wears the same skeleton gloves as him!! might even earn a chuckle if you're lucky :)

❝bit with the mice was stupid...❞ (but was tapping on his thigh to the rhythm lmao)

soap ᰔ claymation movies freak him out, but he'll never admit that to you. oh, and that black cat? freaks him out too. but is johnny gonna turn down movie night?? never. ❝no, i love it, bonnie! it's just... different.❞ loops his arm around your shoulders, only truly enjoying the movie when he sees your little reactions of nostalgia. probably lowkey crushing on the other mother...

gaz ᰔ had never heard of coraline before, but can't resist once he hears your excitement while you recite bits of the plot. finds the parts w/ wybie & coraline the most amusing. makes you pause anytime he gets up; he's deeply intrigued. when he comes back, he's humming the mouse circus song + probably will for days to come.

anyone asks what it's from? ❝oh, that? i made it up :{ ...❞

a/n: this is rlly bad, but fun to write. one of my fav movies growing up, still is <3 anon has immaculate taste

[langostasockloss]

i can’t finish these 💔😞 perhaps one day

i think its still neat so its ok ☺️☺️☺️ sunseed your au’s are food to me 💖💖💖💖💖

Also im calling them mice circus. Everytime i read @sunseed-fandump ‘s fanfiction I put the coraline soundtrack on my phone and just put that stuff in replay for hours… Mice circus and trap for the mice were my main inspos for these two drawings ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

i was gonna do another one for wiz but the piece is currently in its ugly phase sooo maybe i’ll post it later 😁

woaahh u can change text colors cool