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jewellery-box · 3 months
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Mechanical Mouse
The Bowes Museum
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This mechanical mouse is the same size and scale as a real mouse. When wound up, it runs around, stops and continues its journey in a way very similar to that of a real mouse.  It is essentially a 'fun' item designed to amuse, with materials and techniques very similar to those of jewellery. It was probably made by the Swiss maker Henri Maillardet, an associate of the more famous maker Jacquet Droz of Geneva. He is known to have exhibited  in London in 1810-20 with Paul de Philipsthal in the 'Philipsthal and Malliardet Automatical Theatre', which featured  a 'Siberian Mouse', an 'Egyptian' Lizard', and an 'Ethiopian Caterpillar'. Exhibitions of their work also took place in New York in 1828 and 1836. 
Joséphine Bowes' father was a clock or watchmaker, and this might account for the particular number of clocks, watches and other mechanical items in the collection. It was bought  by Joséphine Bowes in London in 12th May 1871 for £22, shortly before John Bowes' birthday. John  used to call her 'Puss', and one can imagine his 'puss' presenting him with a gold mouse on his 60th birthday!
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mice-rats-daily · 4 months
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Today's mouse is Mechanical Mouse from Poptropica!
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beezii · 2 months
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she can fix it (probably)
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wirelessshiba · 7 months
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Mouse Mechanic! 🐁 🔧 @joaoppereiraus
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cryptile · 4 months
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Another day another brianposting incident. God bless
This took me sooo long because i was using my mouse but once i get a new tablet pen, I'll be making more pixel art for sure :3 if you guys have any reccomendation for programs for pixel art then pls tell me because paint isn't the best and it messes with the quality.
Also i didnt know if i wanted to give him a skirt or wide pants so i did both. Youre welcome
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adventurelandia · 11 months
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Mickey's Mechanical Man (1933)
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"Do you think Philza's okay?"
Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.
"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?
Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"
"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."
"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"
"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."
"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."
It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.
"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."
"Yes."
"Why?"
Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.
"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."
"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"
"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"
"The codes?"
"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."
"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."
"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.
Mostly.
"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"
"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."
Pac nods, and Fit types.
You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.
Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate
Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?
You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there
That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.
"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."
Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.
"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.
They warp together, and at the same time.
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Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"
Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.
"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."
"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.
"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."
"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"
"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."
Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.
Philza sighs, and caves.
"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."
Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.
They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.
"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.
Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."
"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."
Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.
It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.
"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.
When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.
"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."
Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.
He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.
"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"
"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."
They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.
It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.
"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"
"You needed a guard," Philza says.
"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."
It's true, and they both know it.
Philza, however, doesn't speak.
At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.
"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"
"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."
"Promise?"
Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.
Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.
"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."
Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.
"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."
"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."
Fit squeezes his shoulder again.
"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."
Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.
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infernothechaosgod · 4 months
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Alright someone hear me out
A mickey mouse game "Steamboat killie" but it's accualy a parody of all those edgy way too seriously taking themselfs creepypastas, re-makes and overall extremly OOC take's of mickey
The MC Is desperatley trying to find the evidence that mickey killed soneone on his ship and just jumps to conclusions like crazy while if you were to use your head a bit you'll realize those are all normal things
There's something red in the kitchen!? It must be the scene of murder!
No it's just dryed strawberry jam that mickey didn't clean in time, If you were to Look around the kitched you'd litellary fina a half empty strawberry jam jar
There seem to be lot's of dangerous mechanic's aroud there! It's a ship, of course some of it's technical sides might be dangerous to visit
But what's that!? Theres another person on the ship!? Mickey is working with someone or is trying to get another victim!?
It's oswald, he's always been there and accualy owned the ship a bit before mickey people just don't talk about him that much because he takes care of things from technical side rather than public side, him and mickey are Brothers and just chill out there, If you were to talk to him he'd tell you that as the first thing
The whole time the MC just makes these out of proportions theories and takes them as facts, snoops around and acts slightly unhinged while oswald and mickey start to wonder on should they call the police or would that be overdoing it?
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more memo pad doodles
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plutosoda · 6 months
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sooo any thoughts on katfl youd be interested in sharing? you're being v normal about it i have observed !
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a process has happened to me
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plushieanimals · 1 year
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YELL japan ⭐️ corocoro life [ころころらいふ] ✨
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holidaybrews · 1 year
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they’re about to throw him into the thinner
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sunny1927 · 6 months
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How about your steampunk idea? Even just Oswald or Mickey in an outfit? I loveeee steampunk aesthetics! (Also your art is so cute!)
HOLY CHEESECAKE JESTIE?!?! Uhhh this is such an honour!❤️✨ I LOVE YOUR ART OMG OMG OMG
Tbh I almost forgot about that idea! So here it is! (Idk when I’ll release the story but I’ll see how this’ll go!)
Steampunk Oswald and Mickey at your service!💙❤️✨
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I was planning to do Donald and Goofy but sadly I don’t have the time 🥲 (soon though!).
Also these designs may be temporary (idk I’m still learning how to draw stuff soooo)
But thanks for the request! I love your art a lot really!💚✨
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beezii · 1 year
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I just think jumpsuits are neat 
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ship’s engineer
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[ID: Pen on paper lineart of Nastya Rasputina. The image is tinted slightly, giving it a faint blue glow. Nastya is shown at a 3/4 angle standing like she is walking. She looks at the viewer with a small, knowing smile. One of her hands is halfway in her pocket, while the other hangs at her side.
Nastya is wearing her signature coat with the Mechanisms’ logo stitched into the shoulder, a pair of boots, a set of loose pants, and a buttoned-up shirt. She wears two belts, and two tools hang from a carabiner clip on one of them.
Her hair is long and flutters in an imaginary breeze. There is no color, but the ends of her hair are shaded like they are dyed blue.
Four sharp bursts around Nastya’s head frame her face like a halo or a crown. Above her head is a small icon of Aurora, as depicted in the Mechanisms’ logo.
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ardenrosegarden · 2 days
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so many horror games that make you collect keys to progress but none of them capitalize on how noisy those things are :/
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