#mouse's mess

[mousedotjpeg]

cw: price being a cutie patootie for his wife, tooth rotting fluff

John Price was quite certain that, of all the moments he's shared with you, this had to be one of his most treasurable. Each and every time the weather forecast predicted storms, from gale-force winds to a gentle Sunday shower, his sweet little wife insisted upon starting a pot of coffee and building a little nest in the nook of the windowsill; the spot he had built especially for you.

Without fail - not counting the times he was away from deployment - you'd always have a hot cup of coffee awaiting his arrival, and a warm pair of arms to fall into, surrounded by blankets and pillows. More often than not, you'd both end up foregoing the comforts of your own bed in order to bask in each other's arms, squished together against the window.

"Honey?" Stepping into your shared home, coat damp from the rainfall, John softly calls out to you. Just as he expected (and found himself looking forward to the whole drive home) the Wizard of Oz was playing at a low volume on the living room TV, blankets pulled from open cabinets, and your shared nest already neatly fluffed up with pillows and the aforementioned throws.

"Welcome home, handsome." You coo, catching him slightly off guard as you pad over from the kitchen. Immediately beginning to help him shed his soaked layers, you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, then his cheek, then finally on his lips. "Your coffee is on the counter. Go put some warm clothes on." You instruct, before giving him another chaste kiss.

Price groans appreciatively into your lips, hand giving your waist a soft squeeze before he's off to the bedroom, rushing to get changed into boxers and a loose-fitting crewneck sweater. Upon his return, you were precariously balancing two very full mugs, shuffling over from the kitchen to the living room. He's taking them from you with a chuckle, pressing sweet little pecks on your temple and forehead, then motioning for you to walk ahead to the windowsill.

Setting them down gently in the little square hole carved out by the window, (another handy little thing John insisted the builders add) John's quick to crawl onto the padded wood, making himself comfortable.

"C'mere, darling." He calls, voice gruff as he finally relaxes into the copious amounts of blankets surrounding him. The harsh wind and rain create a juxtaposing lullaby, his eyes already droopy by the time you're settling into his eager arms. With a contented smile, you drape yourself over your husband, the chill of the room quickly being chased off by his warm embrace. Turning so your back is to his chest, (so you could still see your favorite movie play out) you take a moment to fully appreciate the loving warmth radiating from your husband.

"You're like a space heater, y'know?" You murmur, words muffled against his chest.

"That so, love?" He responds, a breathy chuckle to his words. John is met with only a brief nod, then he's gathering you up further into his arms, squeezing your smaller body tightly against his.

"The main reason I married you, actually." You tease, meaning only a slight bit of it.

"And here I was, thinking it was jus' for John Junior." He concludes.

"Oh God..don't... don't call it that."

"Sorry, love. My cock. Thought it was all for my cock."

"Not sure that's any better, John."

"Mmph."

You giggle softly against him, prompting John to smile broadly into your hair. Shit, how he fucking loves that sound - he'd do anything just to hear it.

"Reckon it'll flood, dear?" He prompts after several minutes of silence, only to be met with the very same thing. John precariously tilts his head back, only to find you dozing off, cheek smushed oh so preciously against him. Reclining his head back onto his pillow, it only takes a few more moments of watching the little rain drops race to the bottom of the glass, and the captain's out like a light bulb, snoring loudly into your ear.

cute lil shitty drabble cause it's "raining fucking hard" down here in texas, and mouse loves rain. anyways, i feel like this one turned out like poopoo doodoo. next one will probably be Nik or Rudy. ~ mouse

[bedupolker]

Time to cook 🫓

Commissioned by oceanchairsky, thank you so much! Any artist's dream to get paid to draw their OCs

[anticidic]

You know how Dazai infiltrated the Port Mafia with this masterful disguise that absolutely would never fool anyone but still did:

Makes me wonder how long he could go pretending to be undercover while walking around the Port Mafia until someone figured it out. Since it's been a few years since he defected from the organization and we don't ever truly know the turnover rate for lower-ranking agents, it's possible a lot don't know who Dazai is or at least what he looks like (obviously except for the executives and others who were around during Dazai's time in there).

Because I can imagine him bumping into Hirotsu, and he has to do a double-take to make sure it was Dazai he was actually seeing and that he wasn't imagining it, but also that Dazai just has the audacity to go walking around like that while he was wanted for being a traitor. Hirotsu doesn't process it until Dazai's already long gone, then he bumps into Chuuya, and Chuuya's wondering what the spooked looks is on Hirotsu's face and they have the most normal conversation ever:

Hirotsu: I...Think I just walked by Dazai-kun.

Chuuya: Excuse me? You what?

Then the reports come in about some unknown bandaged dude wandering around who looks totally out-of-place not wearing a black suit like the rest of the Port Mafia, but Dazai's already left the building.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

everybody go home. this is my magnum opus

[bubble-trumpetsdoodles]

woke up a while ago and my brain told me to "draw rats or it'll explode" 🐁🐀💕

[deadbutnostink]

Kissy（￣ε￣ʃƪ）

Sorry for any confusion, this is updated now since i realised i fucked up with Azis lines and had a random line in the frame xD

Details:

[rimouskis]

alright, question for the esteemed jury (though I imagine this will be a uniquely american, if not perhaps also canadian, experience):

are you familiar with the children's game that involves slapping hands around a circle while singing a song that begins "down by the banks of the hanky panky"

and if you are, how did the rest of the song go for you

[doodle-sodapop]

Life advice!!

Wikihow articles my beloved, what are you teaching the masses

[artistdove]

Epic Mickey but some of the old concepts were kept. Not sure what to call this? Epic Mickey: Tale of Two Brothers?

Oswald is Wasteland's kind ruler who aims to give whatever he can to himself and his people, and he is willing to do anything it takes. With the help of the Blot and the Mad Doctor, the heart of a certain mouse may be the answer. Mickey finds himself in a world filled with toons from his past and must adventure across this land to get back home. The king here seems kind, but his eyes wreak with hate despite the kindness of his smile. Both brothers mean well in their goals, but how they go about it determines how this story will end.

[mobofficial]

to the person who added their missing kenjaku’s motherisms tags onto my yuji and kenjaku art… i love you

[mousedotjpeg]

me when I awaken from my many month long rest to terrorize you bitches with my epically terrible writing skills for my newest hyperfixation

[chloeplayz]

// the love of a killer spoilers (chapter 10), blood and violence, hermitshipping (not mentioned in the artwork)

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“The call ended with a click that was as final as a gunshot he heard just before it was done, and yet Grian held the phone to his ear until it started to buzz with another incoming call.”

The Love of A Killer - Anon on ao3

Alt vers (because why not):

[theghxstmouse]

Bib check

:) peep the new watermark

[loveandleases]

hi dear author. i hope youre well breakups suck and be sure to hydrate and take care of yourself!

Hello nonie ~

I'm well enough, caught something so I’m pretty medicated right now. Been using my days off to write. (I'll have to do several rounds of edits.)

Breakups do suck, and I’ll be honest, I have my days. We were together for almost a year and a half so... Anyway, it is what it is. Staying hydrated and taking it day by day.

[asalesbian]

“That thing is dead, Akilah.” “What are you talking about?”

extremely belated fanart for the Yellowjackets October prompt 'dream sequence / hallucination / haunting of choice'

[still images under the cut]

[rockhousejai]

Animatronic cat and mouse 🐈‍⬛🐀

A small continuation of the previous post