#lamia bittybones

[vex-bittys]

Hello! I would like to adopt a full sized chain please. Also can I have a wholesome scenario too please? Thank you! ^^

*A full-sized Chain stares wistfully out of the big front windows of the Lamia (and Felid) Bittybones Adoption Center. The shop has been temporarily closed, and during that time he has watched Vex and her Chain overcoming heartache through their shared SOULbond. His wants to experience that closeness for himself, but leaving the shop is a big step... especially for someone with no feet.

*As he watches people move past on the sidewalk on their way to destinations unknown, he feels it. Someone's SOUL is calling to his! His eyelights quickly pick out a human making her way into a nearby shop. Now is the time to act! The Chain slips out through the doggy door, installed for just this purpose: Chains chasing after a potential SOULbond.

*You've just finished paying for your snack when the bell above the door of the convenience jingles. Normally, you wouldn't give the sound a second glance, but for some reason, you decide to investigate. Your mouth falls open in surprise when you spot a full-sized Chain, a lamia you've always wanted to adopt, slithering hastily in your direction. You don't even realize that you've opened your arms to him until he sweeps you into a hug, his tail tip wiggling with the same delight you feel radiating from both of your SOULs.

#vex answers #lamia bittybones #lamia bitty adoption #chain bitty #chain lamia

[valiantsuitcaseskellington]

Got a new art book for chrismas, and I was asking some of my friends what to draw in it first, only using the colored pens that came with it, the first request was to do my fav bitty, which is the Firerings, or lamia grillby bitties from @vex-bittys so I did and...

I love them so much, but they also look a bit demonic lol, but I love them so much! So I was wondering if Vex could give me a matchup scenario with them.

I'm thinking they are more goth or punk, and like making food and drinks with fake bones or little ornaments or something on them. I imagine they came out looking more like horrortale grillby, but not all the way cuz they aren't one, so they are sad cuz owners are less likely to get them cuz they look kinda scary, and their fire burns higher and looks more wild than others', I'll also probably draw the rest of their body at some point.

#firering #fire ring #firering bitty #lamia bitty #lamia bittybones #undertale bitty #bittybones #bitty drawing #bitty art #grillby #grillby bitty #drawings #drawing

[kinok0s-writings]

Something I wrote for @vex-bittys, happy valentine's day <3

A Tale of Two Corals

The welcoming sun hung overhead in a cloudy sky, letting its warm rays hold any living being with tender caresses, the breeze running through treetops accompanied the beams of light with a passive coolness to make sure no one got too warm, the two working in rare balance to make such an important day perfect. It was a day of blooming spring, barren branches growing blooms on their limbs and once hibernating creatures awakening, even the migrating birds have begun their trip home as winter was melting away about as fast as the ice seeped into the earth as water. A place where many could see these steady changes were in a park just by a large town, -it was still too small to be declared a city, a respected place that was made up of a decently thick forest altered slightly with added benches, trash bins, and upkept dirt paths. It was a piece of land where many would go to get as close to near raw nature as peacefully possible without having to go far, but it was also a place where wild animals, even bitties, could stay without much threat of deforestation or being hunted down. The paths were scarce, not traversing through the entire forest like a broken web, and not many diverged far away from them. However, just because it didn't have threats that the untouched pieces of the wilderness had doesn't mean surviving was easy, even if so though it was home, at least to a coral bitty who grew up as a hatchling here. He was currently occupied with rummaging through his burrow almost frantically, looking through his hoard of trinkets he took from those who ‘no longer needed them’ and collected throughout his life within the vast woodlands, purpose in his every movement. The coral snake lamia lived under the roots of a tree close to one of the aforementioned trails,- one that wasn’t often used by the humans and monsters that ventured through, just as he liked it. It kept him away from others, (so what if he was alone, it's not like he was lonely or anything, and if things went his way, he wouldn't be after today), and it may be a bit on the small side, but it was easily defendable and hidden from anything he didn't want to take on in battle. Though it wasn’t super hidden he supposed, for if it was he wouldn’t have met Carnel that night so long ago, just recalling the memory of meeting the other coral made his bones get warmer, -the sun must have directed its rays directly upon him again.

It was another day spent gathering food for the night, light still occupying the land as he slithered down his own paths through the rest of the forest, his movements stealthy and on edge as he expended his reserved energy. Often he would sleep most of the day to figuratively charge himself up and hunt for leftover litter some disrespectful traveler has tossed to the side, for unless he was desperate he never had the energy to hunt live prey, especially during winter when he's at his most sluggish. The chill often irritated him and made him much more grouchy, but his mood lately hasn't been as bad as it typically is during the season, - specifically with how annoying it's been this year; how can he be grouchy though when he managed to come across a bag of barely touched popato chisps? It’s been strange, every now and then he’ll come across some manufactured food left behind as if waiting just for him, and he was very skeptical at first, but nothing was wrong with it anything left behind at the bench it always seemed to be around. It wasn’t altered, there was no trap set up, the food was just simply left there without regard, and who was he to deny such careless abandon? Looking back, he should have probably asked more questions, like why had no other critters gone after the food, why was it barely touched, and why was it always tucked in a spot he could find it? He could feel excitement at the weight of the bag tucked under his arm, the dead grass parting easily as he sped through it the short distance to his home, declaring his hunt over. The sun had by then stooped low enough that the skies were painted in dark violet hues fighting with amber clouds like spilled ink, a battle so bright it put the earthen ground through a filter, a breathtaking view if one would actually stop to admire it. The forest was winding itself down, beings getting ready to spend the last hours of daylight exploring or hunting for food just as the coral had, some even tucking themselves into an early slumber, meanwhile the more nocturnal had begun to stir, awakening to begin their nightly routines. Most visitors have returned to the safety of their homes around these times, but a human woman and her bitty, a coral like him, had begun taking his path through the trees nowadays, making him change the routine he had gotten so used to. Instead of lounging in the last rays the sun would give him before nightfall and enjoying his meal he's forced to return to his home early lest he be seen and given annoying pity for being a wild bitty; it wasn’t like seeing the pair made him envious or anything, no, just the thought made him sick. The lamia huffed and pushed away any thoughts that felt laced with things he refused to touch as he maneuvered his body down one of the many entrances to his burrow, carefully pulled the bag of chisps under the roots, only to discover another already there. Immediately defensive, clasping his meal with clawed phalanges he released a warning hiss, moving away from the entrance to give the intruder a clear path of escape, before his eye lights registered what, or who, he was looking at. It was the bitty that made him change his routine, the one that came through with that woman, and his sudden presence must have taken the other by surprise, for it took the coral a full second to hiss back instinctively before quickly raising his hands as if he just remembered something.

“hey wait, calm down, i ain’t gonna touch nuthin’, didn’ realize this is yer place.”

He was skeptical, eyeing the offender, before slowly situating himself across the other, -putting his body in between the other and his stash just in case, the underground much cooler than the surface still being warmed by the last of the sunrays. The silence was thick, but the rustling of the aluminum bag eventually cut through it, causing most of the tension dissipate as he visibly loosened his grip after sizing the coral up, deciding the sudden company wasn't worth him putting off his sought after meal. It was probably after the two avoided looking at one another for several painstakingly long moments and a stomach slightly more full with eaten popato chisps that he decided to finally speak the other, voicing a question that was really bugging him.

“where’s the human? didja run away or somethin’?”

The look of disbelief he got in return was near chuckle worthy as the other shut that train of thought down fiercely, squishy the possibility like a berry.

“no. no, we were just doing some hide n seek rounds before we left, i jus seemed to end up choosin yer home as my spot for this round.”

The accent the other had made him think he was from deeper in town, it was much thicker than his own, and even though he wouldn't admit it anywhere besides his thoughts, it was actually kinda nice to listen to. He didn't exactly have much of an accent, for he himself had only picked up speech from the other bitties he had come across, a few had forgotten how to speak in their natural sound based tongue, so while they had been kept under his wing he had to learn. It wasn’t like he took care of them or anything, he just occasionally comes across some abandoned souls and puts it upon himself to male sure they don't die after their first night in these woods. It was usually done either by teaching them how to live in the woods eventually on their own or by taking them to the ends of the park where they can easily find the adoption center and get a different kind of help he can't offer. The wild coral eventually shrugged at the answer given and decided he could manage allowing the hiding bitty to stay here until he gets found, as long as he didn’t touch his things tucked behind him. He even set the bag down between them after several more moments had been sapped away like the warmth draining from the surrounding soil, -being replaced by a crispness an upcoming snowstorm could only bring. The chisps now subtly open in a way that broadly showed he didn’t care if the other took a few even as he continued to eat, both later on getting lost in hushed conversation as they got used to being in the burrow for one together.

His human found him shortly later that night, but it was far from the last time they came across one another, after that point meeting up at the closest bench to interact more often, until eventually it became a near every day event; it became so frequent it had become routine to sit in the grass and soak in the sun until discovered by the other. At first he only humored the idea as long as he got some food out of it, but eventually he got too absorbed in the times they spent together he forgot to even eat whatever was brought, -eventually being saved for a morning meal instead. They progressively became friends, and now the coral wanted them to be more, so much more. He’s grown to trust Carnel with things he wouldn’t trust himself with, feelings that he wasn’t fond of voicing, and in return for that trust he received no judgement, just support they shared between each other wordlessly. Many times during their interactions they found the setting sun to not be warm enough, or grown bored with their meeting spot and shared sights that made them understand the beauties of each others worlds, and they don’t talk about how nice it feels when the tips of their tails seemed to intertwine with minds of their own. The colors of the sunsets always seemed to be unique, a symbol of the small adventures they always went on with the occasional help of Carnel's human. Even now the time spent apart felt to stretch far too long, and today he wants to voice his feelings in a way he can trust himself to not mess it up, -words can just be too hard sometimes. A distracted hiss left his fangs as he scoured his collection, the sun rays moving with time tugging their leash and encouraging him to keep note of the time he spent searching through each object of meaning, needing one that was as perfect as the day. Suddenly, a glint of red caught his eye lights and he isolated it from everything else, finding the perfect thing, excitedly grabbing it with a plan thrusted into his mind while he left to wait at their spot; moments now filled with such soul-fluttering anticipation he couldn’t pause to let doubt inject its venom into his thoughts. The item alone was possibly mate worthy, but he knew he could make it perfect it by braiding some string and combine it with the spare material he had, objects luckily not left behind despite in his scatterbrained thoughts fueled with purpose. As the lamia nearly buried himself into the green blades of grass growing throughout the forest floor he quickly he occupied himself with the daunting task at hand, trying to calm his shaking hands to make a straight stitching, adrenaline contradicting his need to be precise.

The wild-borne bitty sighed, grabbing the hand of the coral following him when he kept lagging behind with his much too cautious movements, ignoring how nice their phalanges felt entangled together like puzzle pieces, or the fact that he didn’t try to pull away.

“it’s not that much further, but if you keep being so slow the sun will have left before we get a chance to see it. you’re lucky i don’t just carry you.”

It was an empty threat, and neither of them would have actually minded if he had decided to do so, but they also knew he was right, timing things with the sun was always a fickle thing if one got as distracted as they did. Just as he said, it didn’t take them much longer to get to their destination, a small pond hidden away far from any path, so hidden in fact only an inhabitant of these woods would know how to come across it. Despite his claims of missing it, they arrived just in time to watch the changing of vibrant oranges, yellows, and pinks as the colors melted together like they were watching entertained paint strokes on canvas be infiltrated by spilt water. The scene melting away was reflected and framed by the shadows of overhanging tree branches, leaves giving the darkening border more character as fireflies begun flickering about. The air seemed to taste sweeter in those moments, hints of dream-like appeal noticeable in the air as if glitter in the dust, and as the sun set and the glassy water was splattered with awakening stars. It was enough to steal one's breath away, as the stars above tried to shine brighter than the disappearing sun, while the stars around them danced to an inaudible song, it was a rare moment where it felt as if nothing could go wrong. Amidst the forest ambience composed of the songs and gossip of hidden creatures, an indecisive voice took the moment for courage, taking advantage of how it seemed the forest let them in upon a secret that they now shared only amongst themselves.

“do ya… do ya think livin’ with ma ‘n i would be so bad? we can visit here every day if ya want, but we could make the journey together, ya know?”

The ambience seemed to grow ever more quiet, as if the weight of the spoken words were not only felt between the two lamias, a stone thrown amongst the pond that created powerful ripples through their surroundings. It was such a large thought, one so looming with a shadow so thick, to leave all he’s known his entire life, it intimidated him so much that not even the unspoken squeeze of their still connected hands could ground him enough to choose his words any differently. His eye lights pulled away from the enchanting scene in front of them and instead took in the rivaling coral next to him, the crimson eye lights catching their favorite rubies with a decision behind them.

“how bout this? the day we become mates is the day i’ll go home with you to your burrow. seems to me you’re just gonna have to suck it up and keep visiting me.”

The hesitancy was set in his words, yes, but it was but a mere weed hidden in the middle of a rosebush, overshadowed by the promise lacing his decision as if ice preserving a flower, and they both could see the blossoming bud connecting them. Soon they explored the edges of the pond, spending their time together as much as they could before they inevitably had to go back so the coral and his human could return to their home, but in the midst of that exploration he had found something.

Footsteps were audible in the distance, coming down his path with quickened steps, as if the owner was were fueled with excited adrenaline, and he knew exactly who they belonged to -it was a hidden fact he could tell her footfalls amongst all the others after good year and a half of visits to his neck of the woods. Ironically, it was only until he could see those pretty red rubies he's grown to love could he feel doubt sink its fangs into him, and he began to fret, fiddling with his phalanges. What if it turned out it wasn’t as perfect as he thought, what if the meaning had been forgotten or not as important to him? It was now that he could notice the small flaws to his stitching with the beginner level skills, and the strings he had hand woven holding it all in place wasn’t exactly the best to use as thread, but it wasn’t like he had much to work with. He hid it the crafted object into his coils while the human smiled at him as a usual greeting, but today she seemed to have a knowing expression etched into her face, (what did she know?), especially as she let Carnel slip off her arm and to his side. His soul thrummed between his ribs as he held up a hand to stop whatever the coral was going to stay and looked to the sky, his crafting had helped time pass by him like a babbling stream, the sun now nearly setting. Moments of confused silence was held between the three before the colors began to bleed out, a sight the two have stayed together to watch nearly every day, but the warmth of the sun held a tenderness this upcoming night that could only be rivaled with the softness in his eye lights. With a 'now or never' aura coming off of him he gazed fondly at his visitor’s face, a paradoxically nervous yet confident smile on display as he reached into his coils to hand over the gift with a bated breath.

The coral laughed, nearly doubled over as he watched his host’s poor balancing attempt fail in nearly slow motion, the pieces of shiny rocks, soft blankets, and small trinkets scattering themselves away from the exasperated lamia’s arms. The other probably wouldn't have admitted it, but the noise of his laughter seemed to have ebbed the other’s displeasure and instead he couldn’t stop the grin crossing his skull, -a huff leaving his mouth as he looked away to try and hide it.

“ya know, ya try to carry all this at once, see if ya will be laughin’ then! lucky i’m even showin ya any of my stuff.”

The words held a slight playfulness he could pick up on, even as he scoffed while he began cleaning up the mess, the thought of how honored the wild lamia actually was instead hidden by teasing as he helped gather everything. Especially teasing as he proceeded to show off how easily he balanced things on his arms and tail, light hearted smugness on his expression as he then chuckled as he carefully began moving with the objects, it wasn't as if he was trying to impress him of anything.

“i dunno, i still seem to be laughin’ here, ya sure yer not just clumsy?”

The hand-made satchel seemed to fit perfectly around the other’s torso, with a deceivingly spacious capacity thanks to a little magick, and a beautiful red gem stitched in to be used as the latch, a piece of carnelian pulled from some lost jewelry. The warmth of spring was against his bones again, making him flush, pride swelling within his marrow as the gift was examined with such a pleased expression. It was enough to give him that extra bit of courage that while the other was fawning over the handmade item, he finally spoke up with a hopeful brightness to his eye lights, the tip of their tails curling around each other. It was suddenly as if they were the only two souls in the woods at that moment, the forest around them seemed to grow silent with the anticipation of the words about to leave his mouth with hushed excitement, time seeming to slow as the moment was being burned into their story. Not a creature dared to make a sound, the breeze held the leaves silent, and the sunset began to grow dimmer until it seemed like the remaining light danced within the gem given to the one so rightfully named after it.

“will you be my mate?”

#Writing #lamia bittybones #A Valentine's gift for someone who I admire #I hope you enjoy

[ghost-takes-the-scene]

Ok so I got bored and redesigned my lil mushroom guy, Dosis!

He's a mushroom lamia that I made like 2-3 years ago. I really like his mushrooms on his head :D (Might make more outfits for his character idk yet) (Old design underneath)

The tail looks so wobbly lol (Also I don't know what younger me was thinking with the eyes :')

#Dosis the mushroom lamia #My favorite boi #LOOK AT HIM HE'S GORGEOUS >:D #His name came from the font that I used to write his name (Dosis Sans) #lamia bittybones #oc #Oh and the sleeve glove thing on some hoodies... I love those sm :)

[ilexlio]

I love these noodley bois

#new year new watermark :D #lamia sans #naga sans #bittybones #bitty bones #edgy bitty #sansy bitty #blackberry bitty #that's what the swapfell bitty is right? #corny bitty #coral bitty #mamba bitty #underfell sans #undertale sans #swapfell sans #undertale #underfell #swapfell #ilexarts #I'm sorry but that's his vase now #should've locked up your donuts

[bluemoonbitties]

Bubbles | AquaNettles in General

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● AquaNettles are an aquatic bitty that can also live on land! They have smooth bodies and can actually be very slippery!

● These bitties come in only one color but they can change their bodies to perfectly match water becoming almost invisible when in a tank or even taking a bath.

● AquaNettles are timid normally and take time to get used to you give them two weeks to settle in and they will be the best companions!

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● These bitties are omivors mostly eating fish and plants a favorite being seeweed. Do not give them anything spicy it can make them very sick.

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● If you keep these guys in a tank please make sure it is at least twelve gallons of water with a place the can crawl out of the water. They need plenty of room to swim and somewhere to come out and eat.

● AquaNettles love water sports! Get them things to dive after and bring back to you. Cold water is a must they do not do well if the water gets too warm.

● These guys don't do well with lamia bitties if not introduced properly as they are fearful of them. If you own a lamia bitty and are interested in an AquaNettle let them interact while in seperate tanks and slowly introduce them over a period of a few weeks.

● AquaNettles are very social if you plan on leaving them home alone often perhaps this bitty isn't the best choice for you! However getting two aquanettles or having another bitty around will keep them calm and happy.

#bitty adoption #bitty sans #bittybones #adoptable #sans au #bittybones baby #horrortale #papyrus #sans the skeleton #lamia sans #sans undertale #sans #undertale multiverse #undertale au #undertale #undertale alternate universe

[itty-bitty-mess]

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Pip was a little pygmy lamia and, like almost every individual of his breed, he was quite the ungrateful brat. He had been adopted from the bitty adoption center and then returned by his previous owner who had spoiled him rotten, making him believe he was the most important thing in the world and that everything had to revolve around him. His brattiness had gotten so bad, that his previous owner returned him without a second thought despite the little pygmy’s empty “apologies”, a futile attempt to not lose the luxurious and comfortable lifestyle he had been so accustomed to.

One day, a young woman entered the establishment in looks for a small companion who could add some sort of excitement into her life. Pip’s eyes landed on that woman and he immediately got to work to be as “cute” and “charming” as possible, playing up the “widdle baby” act as much as he could. Trying to charm his way into a new home and back into his beloved comfortable lifestyle. The woman wasn’t entirely convinced on Pip at first, but after a “cute” tantrum full of crying blue tears and puppy dog eyes, she ended up adopting him with a simple shrug.

Pip was over the moon once he arrived to his new home, slithering everywhere, exploring every corner of the small apartment, calling dibs on the places he would soon mark as his property. The woman or, as he began calling her, “Mommy” didnt really seem that bothered by Pip’s behavior. When night arrived, she prepared him a small makeshift bed with an empty shoebox and some tissue paper and socks. Pip straight up refused to sleep in the box, demanding Mommy to let him sleep on her bed instead.

“Eh, im not doing that but if you don’t want the bed then suit yourself” Mommy said with a shrug as she picked up the makeshift bed and put it on the closet. “But I gotta tell you the floor gets really cold at night and I tend to lock my door.” Pip was a little taken aback by her reaction. He had expected her to beg him to sleep on the box, or to comply and let him sleep on her bed. He tried throwing another tantrum, this time trying to be clear about what he wanted.

“WAAAAHH!! BUT MOMMY I DONT WANT A STINKY BOX, I WANNA SLEEP WITH YOU!!!! IM SCARED OF THE DARK!!!!” Pip cried, his fake little tears and screams falling on uncaring, deaf ears.

The woman just shrugged and responded with a “sucks to be you, buddy” and went to her room. Pip followed her and tried slithering as fast as he could to slip into the bedroom before she locked the door but all he managed to do was hit his face straight into the hard metal door. She had entered and immediately locked the door shut, and Pip was way too big to slip through the gap between the door and the floor.

But he wasn’t gonna give up so easily! He started banging on the door nonstop, his tiny gloved hands barely managing to make any noise against the metal door. He tried screaming, directly demanding Mommy to let him in immediately. But what Pip didn’t know was that she was wearing sound proof headphones, allowing her to have a good night’s sleep. He ended up sleeping on the cold, hard floor, trembling and shaking with tears of rage in his eyes. This wasn’t over yet, he was gonna make Mommy’s life a living nightmare and she would have no option but to treat him like the king he was.

From that day onwards, Pip tried almost every trick on the book to make Mommy do what he wanted. He started pissing and pooping on her clothes to “teach her a lesson”, but she simply shrugged and said “Cool, I was gonna throw those old rags away anyways”. Whenever she fed him “cheap and disgusting” Bitty Kibble, he would throw the little food bowl back at her but his aim was so pathetic that he barely managed to flip the bowl. He tried stealing her food which only caused him severe food poisoning because the idiot stole and ate a moldy piece of bread that was many years past its expiration date.

He demanded Mommy to buy him a control remote car and other expensive toys but she just threw a crumpled paper ball on his direction as said “There, play with that instead lol”. He threw constant tantrums but she completely ignored him or just didn’t seem to care enough. Even when he had planned on scratching or biting her, his pathetic and useless little fangs and his weak little “claws” did absolutely no damage

He even tried stealing Mommy’s phone and trying to break up with her boyfriend through text. However, the boyfriend could tell that wasn’t how his girlfriend texted, he could tell that it was Pip by the terrible grammar and childish word usage so he sent Pip graphic images of bitty gore which deeply traumatised him. He told Mommy about this, hoping that maybe she would craddle him on her arms to comfort him but all she did was laugh at him. Pip felt humiliated, he couldnt believe she didn’t even comfort him or tried to pamper him after such a horrible thing!

Tears welled up in his little eyes and he went to the corner to fake cry again, looking behind his back every few minutes hoping to see Mommy looking back at him with a guilty expression, but all he saw was she had left for work again. This wasn’t fair! How could Mommy not care about him! He was Pip, the great and magnificet pygmy! The most specialest lamia of all, who deserved all the love and attention in the world!

Pip suddenly got an idea, he was gonna go to Mommy’s workplace and demand her, in front of everyone, to give him what he wanted, like fancy human food, expensive toys, a shiny new bandana and to let him sleep on her bed! Mommy could sleep on the floor if she wanted! Perhaps he could even make up some lies about him being “abused” and “neglected” to ruin her reputation with her colleagues. Yes! That was a great idea! Mommy would surely listen to him if he isolated her from everyone! Pip was sooooo smart!

Pip spent the entire night planning how he would take his plan into action. The next day, when Mommy left for work once again, he swiftly slipped through the closing gap of the door, trying to no be seen by her. Then, he silently slipped into her car and hid there, standing as still and silent as possible while she drove. Then she finally arrived to her workplace and entered the huge, shiny office building. Oh, this was Pip’s chance! This was gonna be so good!

He got off the car and slithered around, following silently behind Mommy, he was waiting for the perfect oportunity to strike and humiliate her. However, as they entered the building, Pip was immediately greeted with a massive crowd of people walking in all directions like busy bees in a hive. It was overwhelming and loud for the little lamia and, in a moment of disorientation, he lost sight of Mommy!

He panicked and looked in all directions, slithering through the squeaky clean, polished floor and trying his best to dodge the passerby. He tried screaming and calling out to Mommy, surely she would hear him and go to his rescue! Mommy would never abandon such an important lamia like Pip! Surely Mommy would show up and sweep the little lamia in her arms and take him to a warm and cozy bed full of toys and yummy food like he deserved!

However, his squeaky little yells were drowned out by the constant noise of the office building. People calling out each other’s names, machines working and beeping nonstop, loud clicking of keyboards, etc. All louder than Pip’s weak little voice. Pip tried moving through the crowd, and soon he spotted a stranger who had stopped walking to watch their phone. He got an idea and tried making a “cute” teary eyed expression as he approached the stranger, knowing that his cuteness would be enough to capture the stranger’s attention and get them to help him.

“UM.. EXCUSE ME, IM WOST AND TOO WIDDLE TO MOVE THROUGH THIS CWOWD. CAN YOU HELP ME FIND MY MOMMY PWEASE?” Pip said, pouting and about to start fake crying again. But the stranger didnt seem to hear him. Instead, they started to walk back to their office.

“WH- UM, EXCUSE ME?? HELLO??? DID YOU EVEN HEAR ME???? IM A WIDDLE LAMIA AND I NEED HELP!!! ARE YOU DEAF?? HEWWO!!!” Pip yelled, the baby act completely dropped as he was ignored. He was extremely angry so he raised his voice, damaging his throat a little but continuing regardless. “I AM PIP, THE GREATEST AND MOST IMPORTANT PYGMY IN THE WORLD!! HOW CAN YOU NOT HEAR-“

And then another person immediately walked by and “unintentionally” kicked Pip on the rib, breaking it and sending him flying all the way across the lobby, making him hit his head against the marble floor. Pip laid there against the wall, in too much pain and complete shock, trying to process what had happened. Never in his life had Pip gotten harmed before, his previous owner was always so careful and caring, making sure he was always safe and protected. He had never known pain until that moment.

Little blue tears fell from Pip’s eyes, the difference this time was that they were genuine and not fake. He wanted to go back to his first home, where his owner gave him a whole human king-sized bed just for him. Where Pip could cheerfully slither across the long table full of all kinds of delicious food and pick what he wanted whenever he wanted. Where Pip had an entire miniature theme park just for him to play in. He regretted being so ungrateful, he regretted pissing and pooping everywhere to get his previous owner’s attention, he regretted rippin apart his previous owner’s nice chairs and couches whenever he threw a tantrum, he regretted interrupting others and yelling and manipulating his previous owner to get his way, he regretted insulting his previous owner multiple times and calling them horrible things.

Pip started crying, sobbing even. He regretted everything he did and how much of an unbearable brat he had been. He wanted his comfortable life back. He wanted to feel pampered and like the center of everything again. He tried screaming, calling out to Mommy again, he desperately needed her to hold him or at least pat his back or something. But nothing happened. So despite the pain of his now cracked skull and broken rib, Pip pushed himself up and tried slithering around again. Calling out to Mommy and crying non stop, not caring about the ammount of snot that now dripped from his nose cavity.

As he slithered around, Pip didn’t watch where he was going and another person walked by and harmed him. This time, they stepped on his tail, causing the internal tail bone to shatter and the ecto-flesh to rip open, beginning to bleed. Pip let out a loud, ear piercing scream, hugging his tail in pain as he curled up into a fetal position. Then another person walked by and kicked Pip once again, the force of the kick itself caused another couple of ribs to break. Pip could not stop screaming, the pain was too unbearable for him.

Even with his damaged tail, Pip tried dragging his body across the floor, trying to escape the crowd. But another pair of seemingly giant feet crushed his little arms. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”. He screeched, but the person responsible for it kept walking as if nothing had happened. He tried using his body and his tail to push himself forward but another couple of people walked by, kicking him around between them as if he was a pingpong ball. Every time he tried getting out of the crowd, people would suddenly walk by and either step on him or kick him back to the center of it all. Tears fell from his eyes as he recieved another kick, then another, and so on.

He cried, he screamed, he yelled as loud as he could. Maybe if he was loud enough, people would realize he was there and maybe even help him. But no, nobody cared and they continued on with their day. Now, compared to the treatment he was used to, Pip felt insignificant. He was no longer “The Great and Amazing Pip, The Specialest Pygmy Of The Entire World!”, he was just a worthless little thing, lost in an office building, getting kicked around as if he was nothing but trash.

Finally, Pip caught a glimpse of Mommy in the distance, she was talking with another woman as she held a cup of coffee and a clipboard. Tears of joy formed on Pip’s eyes. Maybe this nightmare would finally be over! Maybe if he screamed loud enough, Mommy would recognize his voice and immediately go to his rescue!

With anticipation and hope in his eyes, Pip took a huge chunk of air and prepared to let out the yell of his life. But life had other plans as a woman walked in. She was wearing tall heels, clicking and clacking against the floor. Without a care in the world, she walked by and interrupted Pip mid-yell as she stepped on his spine. Pip felt the sharpest and strongest pain of his life coursing through his entire body. He wanted to screech in pain but he couldn’t, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t scream, he couldn’t move the lower half of his body…

Tears fell from his eyes, panic surged through his body as he saw Mommy about to ride the elevator. He used his broken arms and tried dragging himself in her direction with all the strength he had left despite the immense, agonizing pain he felt.

“MoMmy- Mo- ahk! moMmy! hElp mE! It hUrtS.. HURTS! HELP! MO-“ but Pip couldn’t even finish his sentence as a floor scrubber passed by. Polishing and sweeping the floor and picking up Pip along the way. The little pygmy was trapped alongside the dust and trash. Pip could feel everything despite being unable to move. He felt his tiny little body being ripped apart and crushed piece by piece. His arms were first, then his tail, then finally his torso and head detached and nothing but dusty, bloody remains mixed with garbage and dirt were left.

When Mommy returned home that afternoon, she didn’t seem surprised that Pip was nowhere to be found. Instead of panicking or worrying, Mommy just shrugged and started to put away the groceries. Maybe Pip had slipped out and died as he fell from the window, or a stray cat got inside and ripped him apart. Whatever had happened to Pip, Mommy didn’t really care, she had better things to do and she had already been considering returning Pip back to the adoption center anyways.

And so, with another bitty gone, life on the big city continued, for nobody would care about an insignificant and worthless little bitty.

The End.

#bitty abuse #bitty bullying #bitty torture #bitty whump #bittybones #baby blue #blueberry #pygmy lamia #lamiatale #blueberry sans #pygmy #OOF THIS ONES LONG

[patchydrawer]

he doesn’t want to be born

Poor guy doesn’t want to leave his cozy shell

This is just a doodle

#undertale #undertale au #bittybones #smol #cute #Lamia sans #lamia #lamiatale #oc

[tails-and-scales]

Dreamtale Lamia

Nocturne

Nightmare lamia bitty

Venomous

Venom causes clotting in the blood that takes hold quick, venom is almost more like an ooze instead of liquid

12-18 inches long

 6 inches ‘standing’

 5-7 pounds

Has a very notable scale color, the top scales are a deep purple while the belly is a dark cyan, on the back of the lamia’s tail is a large, light purple crescent moon

 Prefers to be around his owner and the select few he trusts

*Warning* This bitty is easily influenced by negativity and can corrupt, becoming feral if one is not careful. Handle with extreme care, especially if there is a Lumen bitty that is being mistreated or if you mistreat the Nocturne Bitty. Nocturne is much like Lumen in the way he gives off a slight negative aura in a manner like Nightmare, but having the brothers together is the easiest way to combat any issues

Feral Nocturne  (Note that these are not offered if it can be helped)

Reacts violently when provoked 

More likely to bite

Is easier to provoke without his twin close by

Secrets his venom through his scales and over his bones to give the goopy appearance 

Can be ‘reverted’ from his feral form by time with his twin, must be left alone for a few days for the Lumen to calm and comfort 

Will not easily trust after being soothed from his ‘feral state’

Scales will turn black with a violet Moon, and the underbelly will be a vibrant cyan

Has four tentacles on his back that he will use to constrict prey 

Lumen

Dream lamia bitty

Nonvenomous

*Produced an antivenom to Nocturne’s venom

* 9-15 inches long

* 5 inches ‘standing’

*4-6 pounds

*Has a notable deep golden scale color on his tail with a pale yellow belly, and depending on how the lamia is treated/the amount of negativity he has to 'combat’ some of his scales may darken to black. On his back is a very notable yellow-orange sun marking.

*He’s rather energetic and playful, enjoying being around Ink and Swap!Sans bitties. He does enjoy being around Nocturne due to the family bond between them.

*Warning* This bitty is a lot like Dream in the way of he does give off a positive aura, these bitties do try to help but are oft taken advantage of. Be careful if you plan to try and take advantage of them, as if they have a Nocturne nearby, the Nocturne will attack. They do not like being separated from the Nocturne they hatched with, and can be very despondent for a fair while, even with other bitties

NOTE: It is best to adopt these lamia together due to the venom/antivenom correlation. And if the are adopted separately, do try to keep in touch with the person who got the other sibling to arrange playdates, the lamia do not like being separated

Dreamtale belongs to Joku

Art by @calmchapsart

#Dreamtale Lamia #Bittybones #Bitty masterlist #Dream sans bitty #Nightmare sans bitty

[shadows-bitty-fun]

What could be better than the sun shining, most of the bitties away to some corner to have a quiet moment, hot chocolate for anyone who wishes to grab some... And two little noodles, playing on the ground under careful watch of either their parents or their uncle who is very careful in watching them!

That is.... Until he isn't.... And the little wiggly noodles see something... For not being very old, the twins are rather fast at moving. And still small enough to have... Many.... Hiding places...

Oh dear!

(Just a little something for now! I wanna get back to sharing stories with all my lovely bitties as well as the twins, and I hope to be able to do just that! But, for now, have the twins playing in a ray of sun!)

(Chain Lamia's are by @vex-bittys do go check them out. Also babies are not asleep this time, some squeals can be let out ;) )

#artwork #Bittybones art #Chain bitties #Chain lamia bitties #Chain Hybrids #Eva and Blaise's kids

[vex-bittys]

#lamia bittybones #bittybones #no further explanation #you'll have to wait and see #cornies are also involved

[valiantsuitcaseskellington]

I am writing a story, and late into the story the Mc is going to get bitties, so I thought is only fair that I start practice drawing them!

This is a Coral Lamia bitty from @vex-bittys

Hope you enjoy!

#lamia bittybones #lamia bitty #lamia #bittybones #drawings #drawing

[fantasy-fields-bitty-center]

To hell with it- one bitty Chilly, Bush, Periwinkle, and Black Mamba Please- I can’t hold myself back anymore TwT and I am duly prepared to regret and love this decision I’m making lol

Notes on the bitties you’re adopting: The Bush and Black Mamba can help with the Chilly's temperamental nature while the Chilly and Periwinkle can help each other get their energy out, all in all, a pretty good group to adopt together!

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Sorry for taking so long and sorry the lack of a scenario- but ill give you info on the bitties!!

Black mamba: He's a normal bitty at the center and has yet to be adopted, he has the off color morph that makes him a rusty red color and he has the stripe morph that gives him black tiger stripes down his spine! he's a normal Black Mamba other than that! He currently goes by Tiger,

Bush: He has the glow morph that makes his neon stripes glow, he is pretty odd for a Bush since he has the strange habit of cursing? though if asked to stop he will, and he refuses to curse around kids, he also likes making/taking bets, though makes sure they arent dangerous at least! He currently goes by Blackjack,

Periwinkle: He has ADHD and can be pretty loud and easily distracted, and he finds focusing extremely hard, he has no morphs and hasn't been adopted before, so there isn't much to say! He currently goes by Kevin,

Chilly: He has the fizzy morph and is he is a little huffier than other Chilly's! He also has the habit of making angy squeaks when he's upset and less of a habit of biting or headbutting when upset! Which is good for your legs lol, he currently goes by Blaze,

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and for your care package!

40 changes of clothes for your bitties!(10 outfits for each of them)

6 puzzle toys(basically two for each of the satyrs and 1 for each of the lamias)

4 heat lamps for the lamias

10 blankets(2 cooling, 4 normal, and 4 thick, for the difference seasons)(the lamias dont need cooling blankets so they dont get them!)

and 4 bags of their favorite treats! beef jerky chips for Tiger, banana chips for Blackjack, asorted dried fruit for Kevin, and puffy cheetos for Blaze!

#bittybones #bitty info #Chilly satyr bitty #Bush lamia bitty #Periwinkle satyr bitty #Black mamba lamia bitty #wolf talks #wolf answers

[selkiesbittybonanza]

I have a question, would there be a way for a Dreads and a Rattler to get along?

Absolutely! Rattlers won’t admit it, but they like to be lorded-over by someone.

A Dread is a good choice because your Rattler will become his gatekeeper, protector and architect! He’ll want to build splendid traps to keep everyone safe and protected.

And what Dread would say no to such a zealous minion?

#bittybones #lamia bitty #selkie answers #ampithere bittys #rattler lamia bitty #dread ampithere bitty

[aliceiannalove]

Chapters: 19/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Reader Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bittybones (Undertale), Lamiatale Sans (Undertale), Underfell Sans (Undertale), Underfell Papyrus (Undertale), Swapfell Sans (Undertale), Swapfell Papyrus (Undertale), Tags May Change, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Disabled Reader, Souls, soul bonds, No beta reader, Feelings, plus sized reader, mentions of past bullying, Mentions of past abuse Summary:

Alice is a disabled woman living alone, her sister-in-law gets her a surprise for her birthday.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

So, this work is still being written and has some tension between the mc and her new little noodle. That being said, I haven't decided if I'm going to leave things at mutual pinging or let things bloom, mostly cause I can't help but writing romance and smut. I've got about 6 chapters done and updates will NOT be on a schedule.

Feel free to give suggestions, comments, or even offer tags I should add.

#sans #papyrus #undertale #underfell #swapfell #sans x reader #bittybones #lamia #fanfic #ao3

[bluemoonbitties]

Flower | MythicBones in General

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𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙎

● Flower is a MythicBone a Kitsune skeleton type bitty that has nine crystal tails thier tails fur are soft like silk. They're normally mostly golden but on rare occasions can be mostly white or a mix of gray with blue. This species can control ice if of the white variant and fire if the golden or gray variant.

● MythicBones are generally easy to care for and can be dangerous. Dangerous MythicBones tend to be show signs like eyelights disappearing and smoke or frost escaping from their mouths or growling. These bitties love most other type of bitties but Edgy's and Bosses may dislike this bitty as they don't fear much. They do amazing with baby bitties as they are very gentle.

● Flower is a more common golden type. Which usually stick to an caniverous diet and usually eat fruit as a treat.

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● MythicBones are usually caniverous with an exception of hybrid types, but they can also choose to be omivours. It's all up to what type you get. As treats, little meat chunks or fish work just fine! They don't do too well with sour things as too much can get them sick.

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● Flower is medieum maintenance, but he also needs to be brushed at least twice daily. Petting at least once a day or snuggling twice every day keeps his magic levels just fine and his mood happy! When neither is met, he can become extremely feral and standoffish. He may even attack you or set your house on fire or even cause a blizzard.

● They are not a dirty, but it's best to give him/them a bath every 2-3 days. Depending on the type of Mythicbone you get, it may keep themselves very clean.

● Give him supplies to keep him happy. He enjoys showing off his tails and doing pagents and/or bitty shows. Give him things to design and make his own outfits for these events.

● HOWEVER, if you do wish to clean his enclosure, use lavander scented supplies. Remove items from enclosure and clean. Allow at least an hour to dry.

● Play is required with Flower as he can get very lonely, this also goes with the affection role! Though you do have to often, play/interact with him at least twice a day or have another bitty do so.

● DO NOT PULL HIS TAILS! Pulling one of a MythicBones tails will cause him to put a curse on you!

#bitty adoption #bitty sans #bittybones #adoptable #sans au #bittybones baby #horrortale #lamia sans #papyrus #sans the skeleton #undertale multiverse #undertale au #sans undertale #undertale #lamia bitty