#rosie is such a MENACE

[kim-tey]

😔 not alex getting relegated to the itty bitty titty committee

[inviisiiblelee]

Alastor & Rosie in a tea party setting, gossiping about anything really up to you, please!

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Rosie was always an incredibly gracious hostess, as far as Alastor was concerned. Before his disappearance, they'd often meet up just like this, Rosie having put together a little table by a window for people watching, tea glasses and pot ready and happy to share. It had been so long, and after the events of recent times, he really wanted to feel a sense of normality again. He arrived right on time, as always, and Rosie welcomed him with a big smile and open arms. They shared a brief hug, before the both of them settled themselves.

“Alastor, it feels like it's been ages!”

“Believe me, Rosie, I feel exactly the same. It's good to have real company for once.”

“Oh, you. Please, help yourself before we really dig in!” And he was happy to, finger foods galore and with the most pleasant of crunches. Nothing quite like a little bone marrow for lunch, indeed. She poured him a nice cup of tea, and he added a dash of cream to it before leaning back. 

“So, tell me, honey, how are things?”

“Insufferable, as usual,” came Alastor’s response, with a widening smile. 

“Oh, do tell, darling!”

“Things at the Hotel are just as miserable as you'd imagine! Charlie is just as fervent as ever, trying to get new patrons, and now that Lucifer is there—”

“So that really was him?”

“Yes, yes, he's chosen to stay there for the time being while he helps. Not that he's doing that much, anyway.” 

“He does seem a little empty-headed, doesn't he?” Her comment earned a laugh from Alastor, and some of the tenseness in his shoulders slipped away. 

“I am so glad you agree, Rosie. I've been doing my best to curb them all, and they're all terribly intrusive. Even Husker has been acting quite clingy."

“Really? He's always been a little protective, but clingy?”

“Exactly! After the end of the battle, he insisted on following after me and staying far too close. Even striking out didn't really deter him.” 

“You poor thing, you deserved plenty of space and rest on your own time!”

“Precisely my thoughts. I am fine, but he even sent Charlie checking up on me. It's been such a nuisance! So it's much nicer to be able to come out here.”

“Well, I am always happy to have you, you know that, Alastor! We all love you around here.”

“Oh, I know. If I could spend more time here, I would. But, please, enough of my silly tirade, how are things in your realm?” Alastor took a long drink of his tea, a delightful chamomile. Rosie grinned back at him, taking a drink herself.

“Things are lively as ever, of course. Susan has been less of a pain, all things considered, you might even be so lucky as to avoid her on your way out. The folks here are fairly happy, although there has been some talk of visiting the hotel from some, they've taken nicely to Charlie, as expected.”

“Naturally. I'm sure she'll be happy to have them in any case.”

“There have been a few sightings, though, of Vox and Lucifer both around these parts.” Alastor raised his brows. “They're both taking to spending an odd amount of time with Susan, I think she's developed some attachments. Whether she likes either of them, I have no real idea, I avoid them all.”

“That's probably for the best. Lucifer is infuriating to share breathing space with, and Vox has become quite the nuisance.”

Rosie peered at him for a long moment, but she brushed on to a new topic. “People have been saying something interesting, though, about someone unsavory coming in!”

“Oh? That sounds interesting, who?”

“Well, you didn't hear it from me … but they're saying it's you!”

The two laughed together happily, and Rosie shared more mundane little stories for his entertainment. She had many from the last several years that he hadn't heard, and he found himself happier than he'd been in some time.

[7sevenrings7]

Young and Menace - Chapter 1 Snippet

Hyperfixating on Hazbin Hotel? It's more likely than you think!

This is a snippet from "Young and Menace" - a reader insert fanfic pairing the reader (AFAB, she/her pronouns) with Alastor, Lucifer, and, eventually, Lilith.

Some at the same time? We'll see...full first chapter to be posted to ao3 next week.

You arrive in Hell with no memory of who you are, where you've come from, or how you got there. Oh well. Might as well settle into your afterlife. There's just one problem...

You're still alive.

Note: This x reader does NOT use Y/N - you are referred to as "Liv," but this is recognized as a nickname as you do not recall your actual name.

“Alright, my ace in the hole.” Rosie’s voice carried before becoming clear as she cast open the door. You shifted nervously as you sat on your bed. “Meet my other ace in the hole!”

Alastor was the worst demon you had seen yet. If your fear had been any less, you would have been able to scream.

As it was, you could only stare at him as if he were the personification of a train wreck you could not tear yourself away from.

It was his smile. A creepy, cheek-ridden smile. Yellowed teeth as large and as pointed as knives sat between lips spread what seemed painfully tight. His skin was darker than Rosie’s with eyes that were as red as blood and just as cold. He might have been Hell itself with how red dominated his person from his fluffy hair to his evening attire. What could have been ears framed two small antlers sprouting straight from his head. 

Later, much later in the quiet of the night still shaking from this very encounter, you would realize that his smile never wavered.

It did tremble, however - at least when he first saw you. The possibly-but-not-definitely-not-ears on his head went flat and you saw what seemed to be the shadow of radio dials turning instead of those red eyes. 

But then you blinked and Alastor’s smile was relaxed and warm…

...and growing larger as he approached you swinging a short-staffed microphone in his hand.

It, like the rest of him, was red.

“So…you’re alive.”

Rosie had implied Alastor had a unique voice. “Like butter!” she had claimed. Only it was far less sweet and far more static and sickening charm laid on thicker than thick. 

“I…seem to be,” you admitted, quietly. Almost reverently. 

Tilting his head at an angle too sharp to be normal, Alastor chuckled. “Maybe you were a comedian, my dear girl. No theories? No rogue memories flitting around in that pretty head of yours?”

By the time he finished speaking, he was immediately in front of you with a crimson-clawed hand patting your head patronizing and popping. 

You didn’t like it. Any of it. He reminded you of a cheap car salesman. 

“I don’t know who I am or how I got here if that’s what you’re asking,” you said, trying to ward the fear from your voice. “I remember life on Earth but…nothing stable. Nothing…nothing that tells me anything about myself.”

“Curious,” said Alastor, rounding you with eyes that were sharp as they were searching. “Very curious.”

“So, you remember that princess that I was telling you about, Liv?” asked Rosie. “The one with the hotel? ‘Member?”

Squinting as if trying to physically see the memory, you grimaced. “Um…it was…Lucifer’s daughter?”

“Bingo!” Rosie shouted. “Well Alastor helps run the place and it just got HUGE upgrades thanks to Mr. Big Man in Damned Demand. I was thinking…since they’re all about redemption…maybe they could help you more than I could.”

With a pause, Rosie turned to Alastor. “I’ve tried it all, Alastor. I don’t know how Liv ended up here but it was something bad done by something even badder. I thought she’d remember something by now but…zilch. And it’s not safe for her to stay here. I’ve done what I could to keep rumors from making it to the mill but she’s a very amnesiac steak in a town of ravenous wolves. Least there’s you at the hotel. She won’t worry for safety.”

At first you thought Alastor meant to remain silent. He merely stood staring at you with those terrible eyes, fingers shifting his microphone staff back and forth. 

But then he glanced to Rosie. 

“If there’s anyone who could get this poor soul her memory back, it’s Charlie.”

Weird, you thought. He kind of sounded sincere there.

Rosie hugged Alastor by his side before releasing him to clap her hands.

“Thank you, Alastor! Oh, you don’t know how happy I am that you’re back! Things are gonna be changing around here.”

Your heart might have stopped when a curl of Alastor’s lip revealed grayed gums. 

“Oh,” he said, static simmering around him. “Yes, they are.”

[trashbag-baby666]

The high school au cannot get enough of…here are some Headcanons inspired by me and @ihearteugeneroe conversation about Bucky being an absolute menace on social media…

*Image format trust me you’ll wanna take a peak after reading!

MOTA Masterlist!

•Bucky has a few different accounts.

•He has his main account, spam account, Gale fan account where he pretends to be Gale, and the “realest bombers”

•Bucky posts those videos of lotion being crushed and shooting out on his story and just tags @/gale_cleven05 in big text.

•Buck tells him to take them off his story

•He does not

•on the Realest Bombers Bucky posts the most raw footage of their friend group…

•Curt hitting five dispos at once.

•Bubbles failing at twerking (he’s flat asf 😭)

•Buck taking bong hits…

•Dougie and Hambone making out on the bus ride back from football games.

•ROSIE MFING ROSENTHAL PLAYING CARLESS WHISPERS ON HIS SAXOPHONE AT A PARTY.

•Croz forgetting his lines in the middle of rehearsal.

•Curt punching assholes/fight videos.

•Gale leaning on things CHEEKED UP

•Point fives of Croz sleeping (he always falls asleep first at sleepovers)

•Taco Bell madness with Curt/Dickie/Hambone (all three work there)

•Rosie and his twin sister arguing in German/Yiddish.

•Anyways it’s mad chaos…

[baubles-n-bones]

Chapter 1/2 of ✨️Enchanté✨️ is up! Rosie/Velvette and Alastor/Vox shenanigans, for the Halloween Party prompt. 😈

[cure-rosie]

Finally did it. I've designed Wonderful Cures for my cat and I.

Cure Comfort, and Cure Flare, based off of me and my cat Spitfire respectively. Flare would be very aggressive, and excitable at the same time. She is filled with bloodlust. Her carnage is only kept in check by Comfort, who is usually very gentle and support based, but she can and will discipline Flare when she crosses the line.

[revvethasmythh]

still genuinely think that shadowheart and gale (in that order) have the best parallels to the durge storyline. imo actually really sad we don't get, like, any durge specific dialogues for them because their parallels are so obvious and interesting

[gingerwerk]

Writing modern day Rosie and making him an absolute menace because I think it’d be funny

[feathers-second-face]

Random Alastor headcanon

I like to think he cries blood (*cough cough* my last post- *cough cough*). I mean- Mostly for aesthetic purposes and because hes just edgy like that buuuuut...

I got some rambles under the cut that would help it fit into the shows lore better.

This might get long-

So we've been told a few things determine a persons appearance when they die. Their death, the way they lived their life, and aspects about themselves that they hate tend to be amplified.

And another hc of mine (which I think a lot of the fandom shares, but I haven't seen it directly confirmed?) is that Alastor hates crying. He sees it as a sign of weakness, so he avoids it at all costs. In life, he would keep himself from crying for that reason, even if he was alone.

Now as a result of this, he cries blood after his death. Tears are see through, so you can easily wipe them away and even if they smear, they're typically not noticeable afterwards. Blood however, is not that easy to hide. You'd have to wipe your face far more or wash it entirely to get it away. This would make his crying far more noticeable. Whether or not people piece together that his bleeding eyes signals hes crying likely wouldn't matter, so the 'amplify traits one hates' rule is probably only to cause the individual themselves annoyance/anger/distress over it.

That being said, imagine the potential for throwing misery at this man. Everyone's favorite thing to do! :D

I mean- Imagine he has some sort of breakdown. He can't hide it when hes only given a few moments because blood smears. Someone like Rosie sees him and gets concerned because his eyes are bleeding. He knows what it means but he sure as hell isn't about to let anyone else find out. Only problem is that refusing to explain the real reason behind it leads her to think hes hurt or something.

And imagine how he'd feel when she inevitably found out! He'd flip shit. He hates showing the slightest shred of vulnerability, and while I strongly believe he tends to relax around Rosie, he probably still wouldn't want her to see him cry, because why would he ever do that? No doubt shed piece it together eventually, and if she didn't straight up ask him or tell him shed figured it out, he'd figure out that she knew eventually anyway. Neither of them are stupid.

He would 100% have some sort of breakdown about that- I mean, it probably takes a lot to make him cry to begin with (since having a large wound across his chest and a crisis about friendship didn't do the trick-), but hes been in Hell for like- 90ish years? And (at least I like to think so) hes probably known Rosie throughout most of that time, no way he'd never cry once in that time, and no way she wouldn't see it.

TLDR: Alastor cries blood because he hates crying and would avoid it (not confirmed). This makes it harder for him to hide it since you can't wipe away blood as easy as you can tears. Rosie (or another close friend) finding out or seeing this has major angst potential.

If there's any art/writing or anything that portrays anything like this, I would love to see it. Please let me know if you've seen anything that is like- similar to this. My only request would be that it avoids anything relating to s*x or romance (I'm s*x repulsed aroace, so those things make me obscenely uncomfortable).

[sunattacksthemoon]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE TAGS @pretentiouswreckingball @fxreflyes

CAT PICREW MAKER THING

bonus, I also did Rosie

tagging- @ryder-the-writer @silverscreenlipstick @boitterfly @culdogs @gauchereverie @texaschainsawmascara @themuseoftheviolets @saturninebutalive @cobic @pancakehouse anddd open tag!!

[hereliesbitches--me]

Fun dating Rosie is that as a cat she has designated hours of zoomies so in the oublic she us a serious respectable figure...

Behind closed doors she's trying to stick her fingers or tongue up your nose, your ears, maybe just lick your face, bite you lovingly with her monster teeth, and suffer cuteness aggression that involves a whole lot of kneading them cheeks.

You can try to tell someone, no one will believe the respectable Sphinx would ever do such a thing :)

[fstbmp-a]

i'm still proud of crystal the scourge, frankly. making it a title really elevates the name, imo.

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (24)

[mushroom-for-art]

Sequel to Stormy Night Panic, Maple belongs to our lovely @cinnatwo and Moth is our joint son causing problems on purpose

And Three became Six

"Something must have happened!! Rosy is late! And Rosy is never late! She always arrives a few days early!! And you know why?! And I quote!" The fluffy tailed mew with yellow paws ranted, she moved her paws to her cheeks to fluff them up similarly to how the missing companion Rosy does, she battered her eyelids and spoke in a voice similar to Rosys, "well, I often try to get to these things on time but with my luck I always end up in some situation that makes me late," Maple paused to mimic Rosys laugh, "so I guess I just get here early to counteract that." She shook her head quickly. "End quote!" Her voice back to normal as she flailed her arms in distress.

Moth watched her fly back and forth ranting about how something was clearly wrong. "AND it is not as though we just haven't seen her yet, whenever she gets here she always goes about collecting berries and cuts them up into little cubes to to into flavor fruit bowls made of leaves and I haven't seen any evidence of such! So she's not here!"

"Oh so that's what this is about, no fruit bowls?" Moths tone was as usual far too casual and jokey for Maples liking as he smiled at her casually as she felt her temper flaring.

"Moth. Now is not the time for such jokes! She could be in real danger and all you do is make senseless quips?! What is the matter with you!!" Maple gestured with her paws wildly in frustration contemplating attempting to strange the other.

"I already checked in with her while you were rambling, quick psychic ping, she says she's fine and I believe her I ain't gonna press." He shrugged casually as Maple stared at him for quite a few moments.

"You got in touch with her and DIDN'T TELL ME?!?!" Maple moved to grab Moths shoulders choosing to shake and rattle him rather than strangle as he made a series of noises as he was shaken about.

He pulled her hands off of his shoulders though taking a few minutes as his world spun before speaking, "in fairness you never gave me a chance to speak around your ranting." Maple growled at him and he only smiled at her casually.

"Rosy said she's gonna be late because something came up."

"What in the world possibly came up that stopped her coming to meet us? Is she hurt?"

"She said she was fine, I dunno maybe some orphan Duckletts needed swimming lessons."

"Moth."

"What I'm not entirely wrong shes been distracted by baby Pokemon before and baby humans."

"A! OF COURSE! HUMANS! THAT'S WHAT'S KEEPING HER! WE NEED TO GO GET HER NOW!" Moth felt his ears ringing as Maple yelled in furious confidence that their companion must have been captured by humans and was lying to protect them and they needed to go free her and destroy said humans right now.

Moth groaned softly rubbing his temple as Maple looked around desperately searching for Rosys signature or hints of her signature to track her down.

"Have you considered that Rosy probably would've said and maybe she's being secretive because it's something personal or embarrassing? She probably doesn't want us barging in on her if she's going through some spiritual personal character development. Or if she got sprayed by a Skunktank."

"Rosy doesn't need any spiritual whatsamajig she's perfectly outstanding as she is! She's maybe a bit too kind and empathetic for her own good but she doesn't have any issues she needs dealing with." Maple glanced at Moth uncertain if he knew something she didn't, "Right?" Her expression fell into a scowl at his unhelpful shrug. "Oh why am I asking you you don't know anything." She grumbled in frustration.

"I know some things, like which leaves are edible," Maple audibly scoffed and rolled her eyes, "and that Rosy is pretty dang capable and you know that too. I don't think it's a human situation, she just sounds tired, she's probably just burnt herself out but she hasn't called either of us to her so we should respect that."

Maple grumbled and groaned flying back and forth in a frustrated pace, "you need to stop being good at that." She chuntered, for all his goofiness he had his undeniable moments of being wisdomous and annoyingly right in this situation. She swished back and forth in a stressed pace as Moth watched her.

"Maple, if you're worried maybe try reaching out to her? Ask how she is for yourself? Maybe see if she'll ask you to come see her? If she's tired she probably doesn't want to see big ol me and have to deal with my menacing but maybe she'll enjoy having you with her? You're her sister after all."

Maple sighed softly moving to lightly headbutt into Moths stomach and briefly nuzzle against him, "you're right..right..I'll see what she says.." She nodded against his fluff as she felt his paw rest softly on the back of her head petting her fluff softly.

"She'll appreciate you having such trust in her." Maple made a noise of appreciation at his reassurance before pulling away from him as she felt him starting to fluff her fur in the wrong direction.

"Youuu stop that you-" She smacked at his paws as she fluffed and brushed her fur back into place sticking her tongue out at him grumpily at his inappropriate menacing as he grinned playfully his ears flapping in a playful way as she turned away from him to focus on reaching out.

"Rosy? Can you hear me?" She projected her psychic voice outwards stretching reaching to find her.

"Maple?" Rosys own psychic energy met hers intertwining to create a solid connection. "I can hear you darling is everything alright? Did Moth tell you what was up?" Her tone was soft in the way it usually was with underlying exhaustion.

"He told me you'd be late? That something came up? Gosh Rosy you sound tired."

"Sorry sugar I suppose I am, just, had a lot on my paws lately, don't think I'll be able to travel for a few days, so I hope you both enjoy yourselves without me."

"How can we enjoy ourselves without you?! It's not the same, plus don't leave me to deal with this bidoof alone!"

Maple could make out the sound of Rosys laughter within the psychic connection.

"Don't be mean now, but I suppose Moth is a handful when you're alone, especially as he does love menacing you a lot.." Her tone was thoughtful and floating.

"Can I see you? Please? I'm worried about you, I want to see you and know you're in fact okay." Maple didn't hide her desperation, she knew she should've wanted for Rosy to offer but she needed to know, with Rosys history of accidents she needed to be sure she wasn't badly hurt.

"...Maple.." Rosys tone sighed softly as her tone went quiet, "I'm sorry about worrying you so much," She went quiet again, "I'm in a forest in Johto, not sure where exactly, there's a large cliff and an even bigger tree here, I'm sure you'll find me fine, just keep an eye out for a Tyranitar when you arrive maybe bring Moth to be safe." Maple's tail swishes as she listened, immediately aware that Rosy likely had a run in with said Tyranitar.

"Right, we'll head off now we'll be there lickity split!" Maple gave an affirmed nod to herself ready to start tracking Rosy down

"Oh and Maple, uh, just be ready for a surprise when you arrive." Maple face wrinkled in the same way one furrows their brow as the psychic link ended and she was left confused. She floated a few moments, blinked then quickly shook her head to get her thoughts straight.

"Moth we're going to Johto!" Maple hollered before aligning herself the way she needed to go and shooting off like a speeding bullet with Moth tilting his head to watch before flying after casually keeping a pace behind Maple as they flew.

They ducked under flocks of flying bird Pokemon and soared over the strange machines humans used to get around, though Moth couldn't resist looking in one of the windows of the long tube like machine, apparently a plane, and accidentally scaring a human passenger inside before they drifted away and rolled from the sky around each other heading down towards land.

Moth took in the scenery of Johto the forests and cities, he was glad it was Johto they were going to personally, he had some personal issues revolving around Kanto but for now they scanned the landscape. Maple spotted the large tree first flying forward with him following, she reached out with her psychic energy to search for Rosys weaving in between trees while keeping an ear out for any Tyranitar.

She zipped past the cliff previously mentioned and paused flying backwards and taking in some vines hanging down, she moved her paw touching a vine and felt her hand slip past it into a hidden outcrop. Slowly she pushed the vines aside to peer into the dark shelter, the natural sunlight illuminating light pink that she recognised immediately.

"Rosy!" Her tone was joyous as she fully entered the drowsy head of Rosy lifting from her paws and turning to look at her friend immediately beaming a large smile.

"Maple my darling you got here fast." Rosy moved slowly standing to catch Maple as she hurried forward holding her in an embrace. She saw Moth slowly entering behind, though with a bit more difficult, it wasn't the largest nest ever and Moth was bigger than them. Maple could be heard purring as she nuzzled into Rosys soft fur before she pulled away to look at her face holding it in her paws.

"What happened, tell me everything, where's the Tyranitar that hurt you? How long have you been stuck here? Where's your wound? Does it need healing?" Maple began to frantically pat and look Rosy over, quickly honing in on the dried flaking blood on her leg feeling her digits through Rosys fur to locate the new scars as Rosy only softly tutted in response.

Maple made a slight yelp as she was pulled backwards by her tail in a light tug by Moth turning to hiss at him unhappily before a soft mewing cry could be heard. Maple blinked frantically looking to Rosy confused as Rosy carefully turned to the side and moved back to where she had been revealing what previously hadn't been noticed.

Rosy lay down behind three mew kittens, the largest was the same pale pink as her back with splotches of a purple like color and pink coloring in their tail as their bouncy curled ears twitched bouncing their top tufts of fluff, Maple watched the large kitten stretch and yawn squinting with eyes not quite ready to fully open before it flopped back to lying on their stomach, besides them another more red pink colored kitten with markings like a rising sun on their face and stripes of sunlight with a singular heart shape at the end of their tail and curly cheeks like their mother, and finally to the largest other side the smallest kitten of them all with a fuzzy half curled collar fluff and a short kinked tail they were a lighter shade of pink than Rosy with slightly darker pinks and purple hues on their toes tail and ears with a half folded much too large ear that they'll probably eventually grow into, in fact they all had rather large ears to grow into.

Maple's mouth opened and shut, and opened again to shut as Rosy gently groomed the top of the largest head flattening the tufts of fur before they bounced back up again in defiance.

"I thought I sensed some extra signatures with you," Moth stepped past the still shocked Maple as he crouched down to lay on his stomach offering a paw out and softly touching the tip of the runts nose who immediately started kicking and squirming spitting and hissing in fiesty blindness swatting with baby paws to attack whatever was touching their nose clearly aware Moth wasn't mom.

"You…so.." Maple started struggling for words, "they're, yours?" Rosy nodded as she carefully scooped up her hissing kitten to groom their fluff.

"I was, hoping to make it in time to be with you both when I gave birth but the tyranitar attack uh kind of ruined that plan," Rosy laughed awkwardly, "went into labor prematurely right here, been well figuring out motherhood ever since."

"And, you've been here all alone?! Why didn't you call for us? We would've came immediately!" Maple's tone was distressed and frustrated that she wasn't able to do anything to help.

"I tried, I honestly did but I wasn't strong enough when it first happened and, then I felt too awkward as I didn't know how to bring it up." Rosys ear twitched to the side as she made another awkward laugh putting down her settled kitten, "and I haven't been alone, I met another Mew here this is one of his nests actually, he's been taking care of me and the kids he's been wonderfully helpful, he even healed my leg while I was in labor and kept me company letting me crush his paw, he's just out collecting food he'll probably be back later."

Moths ears were vertical as he listened, sure they all managed to find each other but it was rare for them to meet other mews and he was intrigued. Maple seemed more suspicious.

"And, have you and this other Mew, met before?" Her gaze falling to the kittens.

"No never, I would've introduced you to him had I known him a while."

"So how'd you make these? What recipe did you follow?" Moth was staring at the kittens in wonderment.

"I, well, I'm not sure, I think it was some flowers I saw, they had an unusual but wonderfully pleasant scent and I've never seen such flowers before but I'd heard stories of Mews born from plants, and perhaps those stories hold true or at least are a bit more metaphorical."

Moth nodded his head, "I've heard of that, rare things those flowers they're supposed to have come from the tree of life that Arceus made, so I can see that."

Maple watched feeling more than a bit lost as they discussed becoming pregnant by some flower watching the kittens roll around and make various chirps.

"Maple? You okay?" Rosy looked over to her in concern, worried it was perhaps a bit much for her. Maple blinked again, slowly approaching and sitting next to Moth.

"Yea..yea just..a lot to take in..cant believe our trio is a sixlet now.." Rosy moved, reaching out a paw to hold Maples reassuringly, giving it a squeeze.

"I suppose we are aren't we," Rosy smiled gently picking up the runt with her tail and placing then gently in Maples lap, they wiggled and hissed but seemed to settle after discovering Maples soft long fur kneading it and beginning to purr, "this is Pecan," Maple chuckled softly.

"Like the nut?"

"Well, it was more cause of his tail, thought of those pesky pikas that used to raid our berry stash and well Pika turned to Pecan." Maple chuckled again at Rosys thought process.

"This big lad is Drift, not long after birth he showed some brief ability floating and nearly drifted away, and he's always trying to escape so Drift. And my little baby madam here is Sunbeam, you can probably tell why, the sun was rising as she was born and the light blessed her face as it shined on her."

"Woah for real?" Moth asked, amazed as Drift attacked his paw.

"No," Rosy laughed, "She came out looking like this, it was still night."

"Ahh! Tricking me! Deceiving me! Horrid wicked sister!" Rosy laughed at Moths dramatics as Maple gently held Pecan in her arms gently rocking him.

"They're perfect Rosy…you did an amazing job…"

"Thank you Maple, I can't wait for them to open their eyes and start seeing the world, I'm so glad that their aunt and uncle will be some of the first things they see." Rosy smiled as Maple let out a faint purr. They were a little family and their family had just gotten that bit bigger and it was perfect.

[damnedrainbows]

oh its chewsday?? I should be biting people

[baubles-n-bones]

Part 2/2 of Enchanté is up! 🥹 Enjoy the fluffy spice and shitty jokes.