Mousewell

You always know just what to say~ 💕

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@mousewell.bsky.social is offically my little popcorn chicken 💖✨

This, but the macro doesn't pick up, and instead the micro has to go through a tech support style call with a complete stranger who keeps assuring them it'll be alright as they guide them to safety.

Asking all the questions like "Do you know how many stomachs your friend has?"

I like when it's filled with sci-fi nonsense that only the species saying it would understand fully.

That's the way the sneerzsaws snorblie!

A system without war, dreaming of peace. It'll be a learning experience for their society. Especially for those that end up back on the racc's ship, hitchikers on whatever journey he's on.

Or those who see him next when he comes back for more...

Each carved indent is "housing" in the slowly filling embassy of racc boot. Diplomacy is such a cakewalk. Or in this case, a raccwalk.

A diplomat has prepared their whole life for the arrival of a new alien species. Their clothes are freshly pressed, their planned words carefully curated. The pressure to impress is on.

Bet they never expected to be mashed between racc toes till they smelled like them~

Might not feel like it at first.

Might not feel anything after all while...

This is a good reminder...

I may not be prepared, but I am ready :3

Looks like pup has something to show someone!

Now that's one heck of a meal...

An extremely worthwhile trade~

What if I also got fries?

Woah my. Seems like quite the ride (Whether someone wants on or not :P)

Exactly! Gotta get them all together, big and small.

Oh goodness. Yes please!

Imagine being smaller than a mouse...

I'll get behind your ears if you get behind mine.

Mouse on mouse affection. We can share squeaks and bubbles together~

When my game console comes to life and it's hungry and it eats me.

An InNintendo

That sounds heckin lovely. Cosy bath time, nice and relaxed.

Exactly! You get a hundred points! (Points may or may not be redeemable for rodents).

What happens to the bad rodents?

Damn puppies, being cheeky menaces, playing pranks on their owners and stinkin up the joint.

For me there's a threshold. Like, yeah littlies get treated different, but you could argue some of them could have rights/opinions. Past a certain threshold though... Smaller than a mouse? That's it buddy, you don't get no say no more.

Cuddling around the fireplace in winter, every micro crawling into the slippers, woollen socks, cosy gloves, fluffy sweaters and encompassing scarf wrap of their caretaker. Sharing stories, dipping thimbles into a jug of hot cocoa, and eventually all having a dreamy nap together.

A macro running a safehaven for micros, but it's run out of their own home.

Socks hung up on the wall like stockings, and a micro is tucked into each one and given a smooch on the forehead before bed. Or they simply take the risk and cosy up around their guardian in bed like a comfy plushie pile.

Size-tiered megacorporation.
Every employee has a corresponding size based on their position.

Ceo? They hold their meetings in a football stadium.

Mail room intern? They can fit into the very envelopes they deliver.

Your high school bully who has an uncle in management? Bigger than you...

You've got a crush.

You ask them out, heart full of hope, near shaking from nervousness.

They say no.

It's soulcrushing.

You feel so small. Insignificant.
Your body shifts to match. Dwindling away.

Their eyes light up.
You're so cute at this size.

Worth more to your crush as a puny thing...

If I'm ever smaller than my own character, then I'm VERY small indeed... Uh oh 😨