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Tom found the book on the bestseller table and had to laugh. It was an awful book. A terrible book. One of those preachy hardcovers filled with impossible advice by self-described "perfect parents"
His laughter stops when he realizes;
1) they're parents now
2) they've got no clue how to do this
3) apparently, despite everything, Sonic thinks just some friends letting him crash in the attic
Tom buys the book.
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Don't worry everyone - I'm still working on my therapy fic. New chapters will be coming out soon.
This is mostly a crack fic that evolved when I put together "Sonic thinks they're just friends" with "Maddie and Tom have no clue what they're doing" and threw in a terrible baby book for good measure.
Enjoy the chaos.
For @solar-socks, @thebigpalooka, and @smallpwbles- three artists with incredible styles and story telling skills who inspire so many of us, including me. Do yourself a favor and check them out. This is a small token of that inspiration and gratitude. I'm sure there will be more in the future!
Do you wanna create a unique tag for the link to your artbook scans and put it in a separate post, then list the tag in your main post? Then folks can just search for, say, eternityartbooklink and find it that way. Just one idea. Thank you, by the way, so much <3
Thanks for the suggestion, but I give up. I’ve taken this post down and remade it at least 5 times trying to figure out what I can do differently, and it’s just not working. I did get it to show up a couple of times in the tags but then it was ruined when I included the link in the replies or edited the post :/ At this point I think Tumblr is banning my posts from showing up in the tags for a while.
I even tried to put in that unique tag on the post and it still didn’t show up. So yeah, I give up. All I can hope is that people will spread this around.
And you’re welcome! I love contributing to the fandom <3
thebigpalooka replied to your photo “wow. now that’s a cover.”
This is BEAUTIFUL and yet I am still salty that it's 2020 and we've had sexy ducks for decades and yet the Italians are still drawing frumpy Minnies all the time. At least we're starting to see more cute ones in merch art *shakes head* ...God this cover is so good, tho.
I am 100% in agreement with this. IDK if the company says “no sexy minnies ever” or artists just give up that easily but FOR GODS SAKE, SHE DOESN’T NEED THOSE BIG OL’ LIPS TO PROVE SHE’S NOT MICKEY. GET CREATIVE. GIVE HER HAIR. CHANGE HER FEATURES UP. TRY SOMETHING.
This is why Mickey Donald Goofy : The Three Musketeers will always remain my favorite version of her because at least they gave her BANGS!!! BANGS!!! C’MON, COMICS, C’MON!
Hi! I don't interact with your blog much, stingy with likes or something I suppose, but I've followed you for a little while now and I just wanted to say your photos and posts are delightful and you seem super sweet too! Thanks for sharing your travels and experiences; I always look forward to seeing your posts on my dash. <3
What a lovely thing to wake up to this morning. Thank you so much!!
Okay, SO, in these KH3 times, I have been lamenting the lack of focus on the mice in KH (which has never been the point of KH but I want a mice-centric game, darn it!) and basically wishing for fic of royal mice reuniting after being separated for a long time under uncertain circumstances. It wouldn't even need to be KH, it could be any universe (like The Scarlet!, that'd be amazing <3), but there is not very much content of like, married, totally in love mice, period, and I yearn for it.
I recently “finished” KH3 myself (well, watched LP, but it counts) and I share the same sentiments. MORE MICKEY IN MY LIFE
That said, this drabble is something I thought about after that GODDAMN ENDING WHICH DESTROYED US ALL so it’s enjoy this little extra punch to the gut. with cuddling. Spoilers!
Celebrations were being thrown longinto the night, all about the joyous return of the King, the Mage,and the Knight. It was late when Mickey attempted to retire to hisbedroom, although Donald tried to get him to go for another dance -Daisy thankfully yanked her boyfriend aside to give the mouse hisspace. Wearing a smile for everyone, Mickey waved goodbye to hispeople and went into the castle, heading for his room, and knowingwho would be there waiting for him.
Minnie was dressed in her nightgown,absently brushing her fur but really just killing time until hearrived. She lifted her head when the door opened, and they shared atired, knowing smile... that didn't stay long. And they both knewwhy.
For reasons beyond their control, this,too, would not last.
Mickey swallowed, suddenly finding itdifficult to speak. “Master Yen Sid... he sends his regards. Heknows you've made leaps and strides with your magic.”
“Did he already leave for his tower?”
“Mmm. Didn't even stick around forthe beach get-together with the kids. But, y'know, I don't think thatwould be his kind of party...” A mirthless chuckle. “Donald madethis sand-sculpture of himself... Isa and Axel, they had this fungame, we all got into it. And Namine made drawings for everyone, sheeven said she wanted one for us to have.”
Minnie knew Mickey was doing everythingin his power to avoid the inevitable. She rose up from her chair.“And Sora...?” Though she already knew the answer, she had toask.
Mickey turned his head away, handsclenched. “... We... We don't know. He got Kairi back, but he's...just... gone. Master Yen Sid is looking for him, I know it, but... wedon't have any clues or leads, or...” His voice choked, and he shuthis eyes, hoping to avoid tears.
Minnie silently came up to him, gentlytaking her hand in both of his. “You'll find him.” Her voice wassoft, almost inaudible. “I know you will.” Because that's whatMickey was really saying, wasn't he? That he wasn't home for good.
Mickey's hand squeezed hers. “Ithought it would be over. I thought... things would be okay. At leastfor a while. That I wouldn't have to leave you again.” He hadn'twanted to leave the first time, or the time after that, over andover, but the worlds needed him, and his own heart was far too kind.“But I can't help thinking about what happened to him, and where hecould be... why can't I stop myself? Why do I keep doing this toyou?”
“Mickey...” Minnie stroked his handin an attempt to soothe him, but it wouldn't work this time.
“What if I wind up like MasterXehanort?” There it was, the final fear underneath it all. “Inthe beginning, he wanted to protect people from the darkness... butthen it consumed him... he wound up hurting so many people in his ownattempt to save them! He couldn't see what he was doing anymore! Whatif I wind up going down that same path, because I can't stop wantingto help everyone?” The questions piled up on top of each other ashe babbled on, near hysterics. “I should be happy here! I shouldwant to be with you and with my friends! I should-”
One thing Mickey had sorely missed fromhome was Minnie's kisses, so getting one after all these yearspromptly shut him up.
Minnie held it for the longest fiveseconds of their life before pulling away, and she couldn't help butsmile seeing his wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Despite all theiryears of wedded bliss, she still had the ability to stupefy him. Inthis moment she could see him as the young man he used to be, beforelosing Aqua, Terra and Ventus, before his tutelage under Master YenSid, before even knowing what a Keyblade was – the kind, shy boyshe fell hopelessly in love with.
“You know...” Minnie began, hervoice stronger now, more confident. “There's still a lot of thestory I don't understand. But if you ask me, I don't think you'llever turn out like that man.” Mickey opened his mouth, and Minnieput a finger to his lips. “And yes, before you ask, I'm sure.Master Xehanort's intentions may have been good at the start... buthe was bound to twist them because of one big difference between thetwo of you.”
Mickey blinked at the finger on hismouth, waiting for permission to ask.
Minnie answered for him. “He didn'trely on his friends. He did his way, without asking for help orlistening to those around him. And Mickey... you make friendswherever you go. You know when to admit you're wrong, and you knowwhen you need someone to lend a hand. True, sometimes you go inhead-first, and do some very silly things...”
“... You ain't ever gunna let meforget about that incident at Master Yen Sid's tower, are you.”
“You did nearly drown because youwanted to try on a hat.”
“It was a magic hat.” It wasno defense, but Mickey was finding his smile again – his realsmile, not the fake one plastered for the sake of his people. Minniealways did find a way to his truth.
“Nevertheless,” Minnie poked hisnose, “You will always find your way back to me. And no matterwhat, I'll always be here for you.” She then tucked herself niceand neatly into his arms, and he held her tightly, wishing he neverhad to let her go.
“I'll be the judge of that.” Ofcourse she wanted him to stay. Of course she wanted him to let thehumans handle their own problems for once. She loathed herself forsuch a selfish thought, but if Mickey's journeys had thought themanything, it was that all beings had light and darkness inside ofthem. Jealousy, anger, and sadness were as normal as love, happiness,and kindness. If Mickey didn't want to reach out his hand to helpthose who needed it, why, he wouldn't be the man Minnie loved.
They didn't speak of much else for therest of the night, content with holding one another, remembering howthey felt, the smell of each other, the sounds of their softbreathing. One day, Mickey would leave again.
But not tonight. Tonight, this worldexisted only between a husband and his wife.
It's me again! My prompt idea is Easter - you know, Easter parade mice, DisneySea Fashionable Easter - anything you like, but inspired by those outfits (whichever ones you like). Some verse where there's a reason they're dressed up fancy (or set within the park itself, if you'd rather). Usa-Piyo optional too!
Decided to go for a funny/cute idea, here you go!
Mickey wasn't one to often admit this,but he actually liked dressing up all “fancy”, as he and his malepals would put it. Not every single day, mind you, but donningcolorful suits put a skip to his step. After all, winter was finallyover, spring had sprung, and each Easter was better than the onebefore it. Fit to burst with happiness, he strolled casually over toMinnie's place, humming a merry tune with his hands in his pocket.
This Easter had been... slightlystranger than normal, he'd concede, but nothing they couldn't handle.After all, Minnie had said she had taken care of it. If you couldn'trely on Minnie Mouse, who could you rely on?
On her front porch, he knocked in hisusual way – 'shave and a haircut, two bits'. He then paused – wasit his imagination or was there a lot of... squeaking, going oninside Minnie's typically quiet house? He leaned in a little closerto the door to make sure – just as Minnie very quickly came out,slamming the door behind her, their foreheads nearly bumping. “Mickeyyou're early!” She even said that quickly, smashing the wordstogether like an accident on the highway.
Mickey blinked – she was dressed tothe nines, and adorably so, but her clothes were also a bit...ruffled? As if she'd been running around the house? Strange, she wasusually the one to tell him to calm down whenever he was dressed up,so he wouldn't wrinkle his nice clothes. “I wanted to get a headstart on the parade! … Minnie, is somethin' the matter?”
Minnie had her back and hands to thedoor, putting on a smile of lies. “Of course it is! I just... needa few more minutes... to get ready!”
Mickey looked at her, the door, and puta few unfortunate puzzle pieces in his head. He loved Minnie, noquestion, and should anyone dare even think that she wasn'tperfection incarnate, they were sure to get a lecture from him. Buteven he could admit she had... flaws. Itty bitty cute flaws, butflaws all the same. “Minnie... you remember that lil' problem wewere talkin' about earlier?”
His girlfriend decidedly did not lookhim in the eyes. “Maybe.”
“And you said you and Daisy fixedit?”
“I might have said that.”
“And by fixing it, you didn't meankeeping every single last one, did you?”
Minnie said nothing, her eyes bouncingaround as she tried to find an answer that wasn't a real lie but notthe whole truth either. All Mickey had to do was scoot over a fewinches to get at her front window, and with one swift motion, pushedthe curtain apart. He took one look in.
There inside Minnie's normally neat andtidy household were dozens of ducklings with bunny ears – oddEaster creatures that Minnie and Daisy had discovered by accident bypainting magic eggs with magic paint and creating a magical headachefor everyone involved. Sure, they were cute as the dickens, but as isthe nature of the young and uncontrollable, they were making a grandmess of things, playing games and tearing up her pink couch andsliding down her banister.
Mickey closed the curtain.
“Minnie.”
“Oooh, but Mickeeey, they're socuuute!”
“Minnie.”
“Okay, I know it doesn't look great,but we figured-”
“There's gotta be at least thirty ofthem in there!”
“Forty-seven.” Minnie automaticallycorrected before wincing.
Me again! IF (and only if) you want more drabble ideas, my suggestions would be A. anything at all where Minnie is a mermaid, because mermaids are always my jam, and/or B., something inspired by that Halloween Pop'n Live parade where Mickey's a cool, sexy (and spooky?) DJ, surely much admired by singing witches.
Well. if you’re going to give me the option... there is a Pop’n’Live AU I’ve been wanting to test out, so this a prime opportunity!
Mickey tapped his foot mostly for thesake of hearing sound. The room was way too quiet for his taste. Healways needed to have some sort of noise around him – even when heslept in his coffin, he tended to keep the radio on. He wanted topull put his mobile phone and play, but he also didn't want the“guest of honor”to catch him goofing off. He huffed at the notion– some guest. This woman was giving him more grief than a sadmovie.
Bad enough that girl and her popstarpreppies had knocked Mickey's band off of the coveted #1 spot – he,Goofy and Max had worked hard to become Monster Land's top singingsensation! But this little miss came out of nowhere, and suddenlythey were all anyone could talk about. Witches – bah! They werejust mortals with fancy sticks. Vampires were real monsters. YetMickey could have lived with that... if not for that one extremelybizarre interview Minnie gave that turned everyone's world upsidedown.
And now here he was, at the “behest”of his manager, Horace – or, in his words, YOU MAKE NICE WITHHER OR I SWEAR I'LL FILL YOUR HAT WITH GARLIC BEFORE YOUR NEXTPERFORMANCE. Hopefully they could talk things over and end thiswhole thing here and now. So where was she?
Finally, the door opened, and thereMinnie stood – alone. If Mickey's heart could beat, it would'veskipped. He could admit she was a pretty thing – surely that had tobe one of the reasons behind her popularity – but he'd never say itout loud. But what really alarmed him was that she was, again, alone!Where was her manager? He quickly sat up straight on the purple sofa.“Hey, hey, what is this?”
Minnie simply smiled. “What is what?”
“I thought we were gunna.... y'know.”He rolled his hand. “Discuss this civilly.” He repeated in a poorimitation of Horace's hoity-toity dialect. “Where's your manager?”
“Oh, I don't think I need her forthis.” Minnie answered as she closed the door behind her. “We'reboth adults, we can talk about this.” Here she was, acting like thesweetest ray of sunshine, as if all was perfectly normal.
Boy did that irritate him. “You wannatalk? Fine, then let's talk...” With that, he bolted out of hisseat, sticking his finger in her face. “Where do you get offtellin' the whole wide world you wanna marry me?!”
She didn't even flinch. “Well, theyasked what my biggest dream was. It would have been rude to lie.”
“WE HAVE NEVER EVEN MET BEFORE!”Mickey roared at her, hoping to use his measly one inch of heightover her as a means of intimidation, but she never stopped smiling.It was adorable and frightening. “How can you say something likethat when you don't know anything about me?”
“I know your favorite blood type isB+. Which I have, by the way.”
Mickey faltered, lowering his handslightly. “... Could've read that in any magazine.”
“I know that you tell people youdon't have time for books, but you actually enjoy curling up with amystery on cold winter nights.”
“... Goofy should've kept his mouthshut.” Except even he knew Goofy wouldn't blab that much.
“I know that you listen to old jazzrecords when you need help finding inspiration with your songs.”She began to walk forward, and Mickey walked backwards. “I knowthat you like to nibble on flower petals when your blood cravings gettoo strong. I know that Goofy secretly named you Max's godfather incase anything happened to him. I know that you haven't gone on asingle date in all the 451 years you've been alive.”
Mickey fell on his tail on the couch,floored. “452.” He weakly retorted as Minnie leaned over him.
“You were born on a leap year.” Shecorrected him.
The vampire had never been so terrified– and, to his own shame, excited – in all his 452 – er, 451 –years. “Who are you?”
She kept that same, sugary, doll-like,perfect smile on the entire time. “I'm Minnie Mouse. It's nice tomeet you in person, Mickey. I think we're going to make beautifulmusic together.”
thebigpalooka replied to your post “going to have a lot of free time this week… anyone give me drabble...”
Well, save me a spot if you're interested in writing mice stuff! Not that I wanna slow down Shattered at all, I just like to suffer as much as possible, you know
It won’t slow down Shattered at all! It usually takes a week+ to get my stuff back from my editors, and like I said, lot of free time this week, so i’d be bored anyway |D so if you wanna see it, give me a shout
