#Maple the mew

[mushroom-for-art]

Wanted to write about Mud and Rosys first meeting since these guys in my brain canon meet and are briefly a something and also Rosy canonically has babens this was always in her brain lore but with the moth squad now becoming a thing I was really intrigued by how that'd affect the original canon. Maple belongs to @cinnatwo I know they're not as present but credit where credit is due

Stormy night panic

Rain heavily thumped and rattled outside splattering against leaves and stones as the weather raged on outside, the wind howling and whipping through the trees causing creaks and haunting whistles.

Alone in a makeshift nest a distressed mew struggled for her breath, her claws scratches into the scattered leaves underneath her scraping on the cold stone as another wave of pain shot through her body.

"HNK", She whimpered loudly curling her toes, 'not here,' she thought, 'not now, please babies please just wait a few more days, I need to get to the other-' "AH-" Her thoughts interrupted by her own short pained yell as discomfort ripped through her.

Her leg throbbed in agony blood oozing from the claw marks that were left deeply inflicted upon her, she couldn't help the trembling, it hurt so much, her tail curled on itself as another pain shot through her, the stress and pain of the attack had sent her body into a panic and now she was giving birth all alone, cold and wet in a strange forest she was unfamiliar with in a nest that wasn't even hers and she hoped was abandoned. She was in too much of a state to even attempt to send out a psychic message to her friends, let alone heal herself, she could feel the warm blood uncomfortably running down her leg no doubt staining her fur. She hoped to any gods listening that nothing could smell her past the heavy rain.

She flinched at a rumble of thunder her shoulders tensing trying to pull herself small as her ears flattened in terror, she was never normally scared of thunder but right now everything was a potential threat, the rumbling could be the returning Tyranitar coming to finish the job, or a landslide that'd trap her in the cave she'd found in the side of this cliff wall. Cave wasn't the right word, it was more like a outcrop with thick vines hanging over the entrance to conceal it.

She wished the others were with her, she wished she was with them. Maple would shove her head under her own chin stubbornly and press close, wrapping her arm over her to hold her tail wrapping around them like a blanket making her feel warm and safe, Moth would lay down nearby and talk to her and tell her everything would be fine. She wiped a little at the tears falling from her eyes from the pain and from missing them she'd really wanted them to be with her for this, she didn't want to be alone.

A flash of lightning outside and Rosys body froze in sheer terror as the flash illuminated a silhouette right outside the vines.

She couldn't breathe her eyes locked forward as a snout pushed between some of the hanging plants parting them and pushing through slowly, another flash, she could make out horns and the skeletal like structure of their face as they slowly came into the outcrop. She couldn't flee in this state even if she wanted to she could've ignored the pain of her leg but all her energy was being redirected into birth leaving her trapped and defenseless as the strange being finally fully entered the space, drops of water dripping off of them as they stared at her with deep blue eyes.

Rosy tried to prickle the fur on her back, to puff up and look bigger but she couldn't, the defiant threatening hiss in her throat turning into breathless whimpers and pained cries as she hiccuped to herself, she didn't want to die here she didn't want her kits to be born just to die either. She wanted her friends.

She didn't hear them move but felt their paw touch her upper leg above her wounds, green warm energy flowed from their touch over her body, she could feel her leg tingling with energy as her wound was healed with the flecks of glittery light illuminating faintly the dark purple muddied fur of the other and the undeniable skull. Their eye shifted from watching her wound to glance at her face before they quickly averted their gaze back to her healing wound.

She watched them flinch as she whimpered again as another labor pain caused her to shake, looking at her in confusion as she trembled. They seemed to scan over her as though trying to find the source of her pain, holding their own paws anxiously as they looked at her, seeming considerably less scary than before.

They seemed to realize though what was causing such issues and she watches them step away.

"W-wait!...wait..please don't leave me…im..im scared." Rosy called out before her voice went quiet and timid. She knew she didn't know this Pokemon. She couldn't even tell what they were but she didn't want to be alone, they showed her kindness and she desperately needed support. They turned their head to regard her as they took a leaf from a vine holding it out into the rain before they came back, she noticed they didn't walk but floated.

They knelt carefully beside her holding the leaf which was now holding water from the rain like a makeshift cup to her offering her a drink. Rosy hadn't even registered her thirst around pain as they carefully held the leaf to help her drink, they left and repeated until Rosy seemed satisfied, choosing to sit, if awkwardly, near her. As the labor got worse they offered their paws out to her and she grasped onto them with one paw squeezing onto them, through the flashes of lightning still raging outside she was starting to make out what they looked like and was starting to suspect what they were.

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In hindsight Mud realized the way he approached the situation may have scared the living daylights out of the birthing mother he found in his nest and had she not already been in labor he might have unintentionally sent her into it. Of course there's probably no right way to go about coming home in the middle of a storm to find a random Pokemon, of your own kind no less, injured and giving birth in your living space so to speak.

He hadn't even intended to come to this nest of his, it was one of many and when the storm hit he was much closer to some others but, he'd felt a pull as though something was off and needed him. He figured subconsciously this other Mew must have been reaching, calling out to anyone close enough to hear, though by the state he found her in, he doubted her message got further than the forest.

She'd passed out not long after the third kitten was born and he was genuinely scared she may have passed on from exhaustion or some unseen wound draining her strength, he was thankful she was still breathing though he was still watching her like a Braviary just to be sure. He'd groomed the gunk off of the last kitten as their mother was unable to and, it was probably the correct thing to do? He wasn't sure he'd not been around others before but back home the Kangaskhan mothers would help one another so he was probably doing something right.

He'd put the last one, who was the runt with a slight kink in their tail that made his heart twinge by their siblings to nurse, his paw rested on their back gently as he felt a level of protectiveness over them before he checked on the mother. She had very lovely fur. It was curled bouncy looking and the yellow highlighting around her cheeks and ears were very charming. She seemed to be doing okay, just tired. The kittens were occupied as well having their first meals. Part of him wanted to go out searching for berries, when she awoke she'd probably be hungry but someone also needed to watch the newborns and protect the nest. The last thing he wanted was some Fearow trying to make off with one of them. He bared his teeth quietly to himself.

For now all he could do was supervise until mom woke up. He slowly took off his protective mask and quietly began to lick the moisture out of his fur. He hated being soaking wet; it made him feel unnecessarily heavy and sluggish, making sure to keep an eye on the triplets.

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Maples tail bristled as she paused mid-flight, her ears twitched to the sides flicking forward and back as her tail fluffed up to its maximum volume and the fur spiked along her spine. Something had happened, and this wasn't like the time Moth set one of his tails alight, this felt, it felt more, not necessarily worse but definitely more.

As she sped onwards to the location they'd agreed upon for their meetup she hoped to god it was just Moth being a fool and that nothing bad had actually happened to either of them, especially not Rosy.

Stretching out her psychic energy she could sense Moth, he was rather far away but slowly approaching as he always did, he was always late to these things even though she KNEW he could fly faster. She scoffed to herself as she searched with her psychic energy for Rosy.

Her signature wasn't moving, off somewhere but from what Maple could gather she was fine, if a bit tired, she assumed it meant Rosy was at the time sleeping to recover from a days flight and judging by the location of her she was in a place where the time zone would be night.

Maple sighed to herself, she must've just sensed something else, maybe a natural disaster that wasn't her problem if Groudon and Kyogure can't sort out their differences well it's Rayquaza's job to stop them isn't it? Not her fault if a few people drown or something.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

TUMBLR GIVE ME MY NOTIFS

LOOKY!! LOOK AT HER IN ALL HER AWFULNESS

@pokemon-ash-aus's Prismarine harassing Maple, just in case her shenanigans on that blog aren't enough for you to understand how terrible she really is

[pemguims]

he accidentally got the wrong amulet

(a request for @muppetjohntavares that i absolutely ran away with! hope u like it love !)

process under cut ! please let it be known i did try in fact to add the tokyo mew mew op over the top but i gave up

[maplerisu]

Artfight 2024!

Here are all my attacks of the year!

@pokemon-ash-aus

@rhapsodybarks

@/Sarahdog2009 on Toyhouse!

@/Satanyx on Furaffinity!

@/Loaflie on Toyhouse!

@/Kdfsmk20011 and @/Sarahdog2009 both on Toyhouse!

@bigenderbird

@iihavenomouth

@phlurrii

[zponds]

[riftclaw]

Gold the Mew

Another avatar doodle of Gold's mew form; reffed one of the dream world pieces of mew for the pose.

Posted using PostyBirb

[maplesunflowers]

For anyone who is interested, here are some of my other (Non Hetalia) cosplays:

[medievalwoundman]

can we do a tattoo reblog game

reblog this and tell me what ur tattoos are in the tags (or what u want i ain’t exclusive;)

[fitzrovianews]

BT Tower sold to US hotel group for £275mn

BT Group has sold its 189m Tower to MCR Hotels. Image: Sue Blundell. BT Group has agreed to sell its telecommunications tower in Fitzrovia to MCR Hotels for £275mn, after the US company privately approached it with an offer. The 189 metre tall Tower is no longer essential to BT’s operations as these are now delivered by other methods. “The Tower’s microwave aerials were removed more than a…

[shifterscribbles]

All homemade pigments.

Lineart is deliquesced shaggy mane ink, pigments are a mix of japanese maple leaf and lavender.

Mew! :D

Gotta use the matte finish on it tomorrow

[maplerisu]

Day 1! I have no idea why they turned out looking so ominous lol- Creator and their child.

Hello Commewnity!

I decided to make a fun (general) creative challenge for your mews and twos this month! Artists AND writers are both welcome to join the prompts!

(I'll be doing that myself too in @mewtales )

Made them specially for the whole beloved people in the commewnity ♡

[mushroom-for-art]

The gang! Rosy being mine, Maple belonging to the lovely @cinnatwo and Moth our joint son! It's the moff gang! Moth is currently telling the WORST story ever

[cinnatwo]

Hope you don't mind but here's some basic name suggestions for moddy mew if you're struggling or haven't had time to look, feel free to delete if this is unwanted;

Pinky (cause they pink more of a joke name suggestion but when I did look at them this was my first thought) Rosy/Maple (from the Rosy maple moth which is pink and yellow, it's a very cute fluffy moth and is a personal fav lmao (I know I might use Rosy as a name for a mew I wanna make who's also gon be pink with bits of yellow who was gonna be actively based off a Rosy maple moth but lmao I haven't actually been able to make her yet I scrapped first drawing coloring attempt cause I didn't like it lmao, this is just a random trivia thing I wanted to share just cause I think itd be very fun if we both had Mews called Rosy, plus it's a really cute name and like with the mews green eyes like kind of a rose of u squint))

Speaking of rose there is a type of rose that's pink and yellow, according to Google it's name is "Peace" tho I assume maybe that means it represents that but I think Peace is a cute name and mews wouldn't normally have standard names I don't think idk

And lastly from my quick little research I found Aster which is another pink and yellow flower, check for aster pink yellow hybrid. The name aster apparently means Star and the flower was considered sacred to the Greek and Roman deities which is very interesting as like mews are sacred and diety in a way. These ancient wildflowers are steeped in mysticism which again very mew

Sorry these are basic and yea all themed around your mews colors, since I'm not sure on their personality ect I can't do a cheeky Google search based on that so I figured eh they might be named for their color.

If you want to delete this I completely understand its probably a bit rude/uncalled for I just saw your tag on mew that needs naming and thought I could suggest some names

This is all very welcome, no worries! Thank you so much. I love the rosy maple moth thing, and if you're alright with it, I think it would be really cool if one was named rosy and the other was named maple. I dont want to barge in on your really cool and original idea tho so dont be afraid to say no if you'd rather not. Also if you're comfortable with it I'd love to see the design once you figure it out, it sounds so cool.

As for their personality, their official Pokemon Nature(tm) is sassy, strongly defiant.

They hate humans and mewtwos with a burning passion and isnt afraid to say it. The only exceptions are professor oak and mr. Fuji. Cheesetwo avoids them like the plague.

If you dont fall into either of those categories they will be more relaxed and kind, but still enjoy sarcasm and satire and the like. If you're a victim of team rocket shenanigans you unlock her secret mama bear mode.

[blekitnyzamek]

Illustrations from "Blue Castle"

In Poland we have 5 translations of "Blue Castle" (and in the 1st one Valancy is not named Valancy but Joanna (Joanne); and I think it's funny enough to dedicate separate post about that in the future) and one of them has such a magical illustrations, that I need to share them <3

All of them are from this edition of "The Blue Castle"/"Błękitny zamek" (which was translated by Jolanta Bartosik) and were drawn by Katarzyna Karina Chmiel. Cover too, just look at it! I love this artstyle.

I will add quotes adjacent to the illustrations above them. That one is on title-page, gorgeous<3

Valancy went home by the short-cut of Lover’s Lane. She did not often go through Lover’s Lane—but it was getting near supper-time and it would never do to be late. Lover’s Lane wound back of the village, under great elms and maples, and deserved its name. It was hard to go there at any time and not find some canoodling couple—or young girls in pairs, arms intertwined, earnestly talking over their little secrets. Valancy didn’t know which made her feel more self-conscious and uncomfortable.

She [Valancy] had flatly refused to take either Purple Pills or Redfern’s Bitters. She had announced coolly that she did not intend to answer to the name of “Doss” any longer. She had told Cousin Stickles that she wished she would give up wearing that brooch with Cousin Artemas Stickles’ hair in it. She had moved her bed in her room to the opposite corner. She had read Magic of Wings Sunday afternoon. When Cousin Stickles had rebuked her Valancy had said indifferently, “Oh, I forgot it was Sunday”—and had gone on reading it.

Cousin Stickles had seen a terrible thing—she had caught Valancy sliding down the bannister. Cousin Stickles did not tell Mrs. Frederick this—poor Amelia was worried enough as it was.

Valancy had walked out to Roaring Abel’s house on the Mistawis road under a sky of purple and amber, with a queer exhilaration and expectancy in her heart. Back there, behind her, her mother and Cousin Stickles were crying—over themselves, not over her. But here the wind was in her face, soft, dew-wet, cool, blowing along the grassy roads. Oh, she loved the wind! The robins were whistling sleepily in the firs along the way and the moist air was fragrant with the tang of balsam. Big cars went purring past in the violet dusk—the stream of summer tourists to Muskoka had already begun—but Valancy did not envy any of their occupants. Muskoka cottages might be charming, but beyond, in the sunset skies, among the spires of the firs, her Blue Castle towered. She brushed the old years and habits and inhibitions away from her like dead leaves. She would not be littered with them.

“We’ll just sit here,” said Barney, “and if we think of anything worth while saying we’ll say it. Otherwise, not. Don’t imagine you’re bound to talk to me.”

“John Foster says,” quoted Valancy, “‘If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you’ll never be and you need not waste time in trying.’”

“Evidently John Foster says a sensible thing once in a while,” conceded Barney.

“There’s our island,” he said gloatingly.

Valancy looked—and looked—and looked again. There was a diaphanous, lilac mist on the lake, shrouding the island. Through it the two enormous pine-trees that clasped hands over Barney’s shack loomed out like dark turrets. Behind them was a sky still rose-hued in the afterlight, and a pale young moon.

Valancy shivered like a tree the wind stirs suddenly. Something seemed to sweep over her soul.

“My Blue Castle!” she said. “Oh, my Blue Castle!”

Valancy and Barney turned under the mainland pines in the cool dusk of the September night for a farewell look at the Blue Castle. Mistawis was drowned in sunset lilac light, incredibly delicate and elusive. Nip and Tuck were cawing lazily in the old pines. Good Luck and Banjo were mewed and mewing in separate baskets in Barney’s new, dark-green car en route to Cousin Georgiana’s.

[maplerisu]

Okay, technically take 3 of me doing this, more red/green Mew! I’m actually pretty happy with how this one turned out, I tried to give it hints of Arceus-like traits similar to Origin Dialga and Palkia. I’m trying to name this guy, but I’m honestly have no clue what its name would be.

[zponds]