mousewife.
@compactdivine.bsky.social
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small medium creating things larger than herself 🔮🖌️ dm-friendly to big playful creatures 🐁🎶 i'm 26 and you've got to be 18+ to follow 🔞‼️ https://linktr.ee/compactdivine 🌐✨
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i'm called calypso!
i am only two inches tall so some things take me awhile!
i am working on so many projects, but i need to keep my little lights on!
you can get commissions, or donate (🙏) to financially support my art at ko-fi.com/compactdivine
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compactdivine.bsky.social
remember even if she says freaky stuff she's only two inches tall so you dont need to be afraid of her
compactdivine.bsky.social
you might have developed a pavlovian fetish for the smell of cheap hotel carpeting
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you will remember this as one of the top three sexual encounters of your life btw
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sex can be laying on the floor crying between two hotel room beds and having someone you just met describe the most fucked up way she could kill you (she is laying in one of the beds but the other bed just has leftover pizza boxes and empty whippets)
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if a 50 foot tall wolf showed up and started wrecking the city i wouldnt even flip out. i'd play it totally cool
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my recent art may indicate that i am doing poorly but im just putting painful dreams on paper and taking them out of my head
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my partner has identified this desire in me with the name "squeakross syndrome" 🐁🛋️
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theres a couple of things i should tell you about
a cropped photograph of a black sharpie drawing on plain white paper, depicting two jars with textured twist-off lids. in the left jar is the mouse, looking nervous and uncomfortable, peering into the other jar, which contains three ambiguous and jittery animal shapes. a bunny, a goat, and a possum, littered with scribbles and specks. a speech bubble coming from the trio reads "you left us someplace COLD"
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and in the modern age of payment processors and legislators muscling in on what we are allowed to see, it's a private and separate work of art
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i think text roleplay is close to godliness 💭🪽

removing the stakes and structure from tabletop games and instead focusing entirely on being close and writing a story together is so fun and lets your heart prance around 💕
compactdivine.bsky.social
please read my alt text i think i got everything 🐁🎶
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my god, my god, my god 🔪🩸💣
a photograph of a plain white sheet of drawing paper, with a visible spiral spine on the left, that occupies the entire space with a very busy collection of things. 

starting from the top left, a speech bubble sits behind a drawing of the mouse, with her round glasses and fragile little body. she is saying "im like it Samson (bible) was a little faggot.." with two squeaks escaping her on the other side. the worry, a small eye-shaped fairy, hovers beside her. to the right is a thick arrow pointing up, and a shiny cartoon bomb. it's labelled with an arrow and the word "metaphorical" with a smiley face beneath. drawings of keys and knives are scattered around in the upper corner.

in the center left of the page, another mouse stands looking down in a cartoonishly defeated pose. her speech bubble, below her, reads "if i... ever cut my hair again my lungs will collapse"

to the right of that bubble, slightly obscuring it, is a much more rudimentary mouse, made of quick circles. next, another drawing of her head, and below that, a shaky spiralling segmented rat tail.

dominating the center right is a large mouse with thicker limbs and a scruffier body, looking forward in a panic. her arm is covered in horizontal self-harm scars, still fresh with a few drips connecting them. she holds a scalpel across her hands. thick, panicked text hugs close to her body, reading "DRAW ANOTHER CARTOON ABOUT MOM?" with a scratched-out drawing with very little detail discernable acter the redaction. smaller text to the right of the expunged subject says "who? who?"

the bottom right shows another bomb, this time upside-down, with an inwards spiral visible inside. it's fuse is longer and lit with a trail of smoke. this one is labelled "metaphysical" with a frowny face.
compactdivine.bsky.social
youre one of the bravest to do it
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i am literally going to therapy to modify a part of my body so i will be harassed less

i thought the future would be cooler, etc
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all the homophobes we went to school with grew up. and now they work at all the stores and they fill up all the seats on the bus. and they look at me like a big neon faggot sign and they spit acid if im lucky
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i am so fucking TIRED of being told i DONT BELONG ANYWHERE !!!!!!
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my new sketchbook with holographic tape and pastels and sharpie
photograph of a hard-bound spiral sketchbook. it is square and made of a marbled black card stock. The cover has been decorated with two vertical stripes of tape, one with a black/white checkerboard pattern and the other made of a shiny iridescent blue-purple plastic. between the stripes is a drawing of an eye, with thick outlines and a doubled pupil. the eye is colored green for the iris and purple for the flesh surrounding it. large text underneath reads "it's fine."

five additional small pieces of the holographic tape have been arranged overlapping the art and cover to convey a glitchy effect.
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i think i like being a brat because asking people to treat me poorly is embarrassing but slowly wearing out their patience so they start to treat me poorly is good
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thats ok u just gotta be mindful of who's where 🐁💦
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im trying really hard to rationalize my fear of the thunderstorms out loud by saying things like "if a little bit of water gets on my kitchen floor without me here to mop it up i will lose my fucking mind" and "i know this house has been here since 1980 but this rainstorm is the final straw"
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your mind 🐁💭💕 submitting to self soothe is such a nice way to think of it
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vocal exercise: say "how much for a cup of coffee? go fuck yourself" a hundred times in the mirror