#Bitty Fighting Rings were a thing

[yearningaces]

Thinking and thoughts here

Could you just imagine the impossible with me? Being in a loving marriage with your beloved husband -who you believe is human because why wouldn't you? He looks and acts like every other human and monsters aren't real. And he just adored you so very much, he communicates when he doesn't understand something or when a miscommunication is had. He never fights with you but you both work together to fix any problems, and focus on showing how much you care for each other. Truthfully he's the model husband. Almost to a scripted degree, but you've never felt so adored. Especially when he mirrors your affection and never seems to expect anything explicit, nor want it either. It feels safe, and comfortable... So why do you feel the sense of dread in your gut as you're looking at him right now?

Well, it might be how he's standing in the doorway, bag of takeout in hand, smile on his face. Mirroring how he always stands. But it's a brief moment, a flash of dark lines almost like thread wrapping around his joints, moving him like a giant flesh puppet.

And just as quickly as they were seen- they're gone again. Just your loving husband, Dorrin. Standing tall and gazing down, as though the mountain was watching the river below. Absolutely enamored and unyielding to everyone except you who he'd mold himself to better love as time goes on.

At your expression, his smile fades into a look of concern. His gaze follows yours, to his hand. And the brief flash of threading is gone but he knows exactly what you've seen.

His gaze returns to you, hollow. Slowly setting down the bag he was carrying and slowly crosses the room to get to you.

He seems... Empty. As if any signals for how he should be acting have been cut off. His looming figure almost listless as he gazes down at you with a dull gaze, no life behind his eyes. After a moment, his voice finally rings out. "Has this one displeased you, little love?"

You feel an inherent wrongness about how your beloved husband is speaking presumably of himself as if he isn't even here, with a slight stumble back it answers his question well enough.

Dorrin slumps, like a wind up toy who's finished it's final dance. The voice that drifts through the air is so familiar yet leaves your brain trembling at the sheer magnitude of the being behind it even if unseen. "I apologize, this puppet has proven defective for its sole purpose. Rest assured, such an oversight will be rectified promptly. Only the best shall be allowed closest to you."

With a horrified expression you can only watch as Dorrin- what you know to be Dorrin is... Folded away. Limbs snapping together into a ball not unlike when a child is ready to toss away their doll. And it's... Not there anymore. No blink of an eye, no noise or sight, it was there and it wasn't. And now you stand in the empty living room of a home you've shared with someone you thought you knew so very well.

What do you do?

What can you do?

You can feel gazes on you still, the same when that thing would watch you while you rested together. You can try to move towards a door or even a window and find them consumed in darkness. There is no threat here, but you are not allowed to leave at the moment.

You don't know it yet, but Dorrin just wants to keep you safe in the home he's so carefully crafted for you alone. Tonight he'll leave a new puppet at your door, identical to the last hundred that had done something leading to any inconvenience on you. You've never noticed before, and he doesn't know how to condense himself into a small enough form to be loved by such a miniscule creature he's so deeply fallen for. But that puppets strings weren't good enough to remain hidden. The new one will be better.

Only the best for you.

He will ensure it.

(Basically what happens when an endless creature of Eldritch being falls for a little bitty human? Why not craft a puppet to express his love for them on a scale they can comprehend! But those fickle puppets- never perfect enough for his little love)

[montrealmadison]

in your palace warm, mighty king

okay i’ve recently found myself on angel tree tiktok. if you’re unfamiliar with the concept, basically, some stores will put out a tree around the holidays with gift tags for anonymous local kids, and people coming in to do their own shopping can take a tag off the tree and buy kids gifts off their wishlists for the store to pass off to them. (the linked video shows it in action!)

anyway this got me thinking about jack zimmermann at the beginning of his career. he has been fabulously wealthy and privileged for his whole life, but he’s only recently started earning a massive salary of his own and has no real idea of what to spend it on. he’s comfortable. he has a car and a nice apartment and an engagement ring hidden somewhere in said apartment. he knows he should probably donate to a worthwhile cause, but he hasn’t figured out what.

one day, though, bitty’s visiting for the weekend and comes to the store with him, and right there in the entryway, he just… stops. jack doesn’t notice and consequently almost runs him over with the cart.

“you alright? careful, eh?”

bitty does not respond, because he’s looking at the tree.

“bud?”

jack follows his gaze. it really doesn’t look like much. it’s fake, unlit, and has seen better days if the way it’s a little flattened on one side is anything to go by. there is an equally squashed-looking stuffed snowman sat on the floor next to it. it’s the kind of thing your eyes slide over easily, hurrying from one place to another. blink and you’ll miss it.

bitty isn’t blinking.

“lord, i haven’t seen one of these in years,” he says. his voice is soft. he still isn’t looking at jack. “do you know what it is?”

jack doesn’t, so bitty explains. and when they inch closer, jack sees that all the ornaments he thought were plain paper before are actually printed with ages, shoe sizes, requests for warm coats and toys and cute jeans and deodorant. here and there is a specific wish—a bluetooth speaker. a particular board game. one kid, age eight, is fervently hoping for a bike.

and—okay. here’s the thing. they’ve been together for more than a year, and bitty is pretty willing to go along with jack’s desire to spoil him. but although he’s so open and accepting when jack wants to kiss him, or cook dinner for a change, or lay him out on their bed and make him feel good—he will always, always get uncomfortable where significant amounts of money are involved. it was the subject of the one and only fight that sent them to bed still heated. the fundamental difference between their upbringings is the hardest for them to grasp: jack has never known a life without plenty. and bitty—

“i think my parents put me on one,” bitty says. “the year we moved back to madison, after—”

the closet looms between them, black and yawning.

“well. you know. coach had to leave a good job in lawrenceville. took us a while to get back on our feet, i think. and that year, they couldn’t—i mean, i heard them talking at night about how we might not be able to make christmas work, when they thought i couldn’t hear them. but i still wrote my letter to santa, and there were a couple presents when i woke up christmas morning, so.” he scuffs one shoe on the industrial carpet. “maybe an angel sent ‘em.”

the words make something sizzle down jack’s spine and settle low in his gut. he steps forward, reaches out, turns over the nearest tag.

boy, age 11. shoe size: 8. wishlist: sneakers, earbuds, basketball, patriots merch, chapter books. loves fantasy and mythology.

once upon a time, jack spent three months in a rehab center designed specifically for the privacy needs of celebrity clients. his parents footed the bill, had the windows on all their cars tinted for him to hide behind when he got out. at the same time, thousands of miles away, bitty sat at the top of the stairs in his parents’ house and listened to them wonder if they could afford to keep the magic of christmas alive another year.

people are stepping around them to get out of the cold, now, their eyes skipping right over the tree and the boys in front of it. once upon a time, strangers on the street picked apart jack’s overdose like a piece of tabloid gossip. strangers on the street made sure a thirteen-year-old kid had something to unwrap with his family on christmas morning.

“bits?”

bitty sniffles, swipes at one eye with the sleeve of his sweater. “yeah?”

jack lifts the tag gently off its branch, catches bitty’s gaze. bitty’s intake of breath is so sharp it’s audible over the music playing overhead. do you see what i see?

“what do you think? wanna go get us another cart?”

[alyakthedorklord]

Ectoplasm = The Primordial Soup

I have Thoughts/Headcanons about the Infinite Realms I want to put down somewhere

The concept of Infinity is really really interesting on a metaphysical sense and to have a REALM titled after it? I want to know MORE. What is it? Is it purgatory? An end? A beginning? A funhouse mirror? Or all these possibilities in one, as it is truly Infinite?

Fanon-wise, especially in crossovers, the ghost zone/infinite realms is a truly infinite realm that connects to every universe out there. It serves as the Main Realm of the Dead, the sea in which all the other realms of the dead are floating in, right? When Danny is written as the King of this Realm, he is often placed at the top of the chain of command, above hades/hell/whatever demon or deity the author sees fit. The crown and ring literally grant (quoted from the show) “infinite power,” so Ghost King Danny is OP for a Canon Reason.

We are also using the fact that its a ghosts obsession that keeps them on that plane. Its their obsession that powers them, they are so attached to this one thing that the ectoplasm around them forms into what they want. Aka, power of belief. Belief is what makes the ghosts exist, and the concepts exist, and as we often see in writing, the many religions that the realms of the dead belong to.

(Edit: We see this in the wide array of personalized powers each ghost has, in thier wildly different appearances, every haunt and island tailored to them.)

With all these powers gathered in one place, what is the REASON that the infinite realms is as it is?

What if the infinite realms, and ectoplasm itself, is the primordial soup? What if every universe is formed first from a being of the infinite realms? What if the beings that created those worlds are just… primordial ecto entities. Playing in the sand. Over time growing in strength and detail until they became Gods of their own worlds, seperate from the infinite realms even as these worlds were born from it? All that remains are doors into their dollhouses, windows into their dreams, and the belief of the souls they made came back through and made more gods, more spirits. Souls come through those doors, back into the cycle.

This would explain why Danny Phantom Ghosts are different from traditional/normal ghosts in whatever crossover your using. Because they are ghosts, but they’re more akin to itty bitty primordial spirits.

The rivers of the dead, the Styx, the Nile, souls they travel back through the infinite realms before reentering the cycle or dropping off at thier final destination. But sometimes, as a soul is traveling, and their connection to something is strong enough, and their will is strong enough, they catch hold of primordial soup/ectoplasm, create a body of it, and escape the cycle of Life and Death. They become mini gods of their own obsession.

This ALSO explains ghost king by right of conquest and the head canon that ghosts bond by fighting! Not only are they basically indestructible, but the power of your will and strength of your character is a DIRECT link to how powerful you become. Winning in a fight demonstrates your stronger connection to the fabric of reality and your hold on your own existence. The flavor of that connection really helps Ghosts figure each other out.

Also, to become an Infinite Realms Ghost you have to be the kind of stubborn bastard who looks at the fabric of reality itself and goes “Actually? You work for ME now. Lets go.” They are all confrontational assholes.

The primordials don’t explain Shit to the tiny spirits so they go, “ah. I ghost. This is Ghost zone. This is normal afterlife.” And they don’t know that this is a place of creation, because all they know is that this is a place of death. But they make islands and lairs and domains of which they control, thier own Miniature World they are god of. They collect weaker spirits, who fit thier aesthetic and fill out their worlds. (Uniform/crowd ghosts often band together to form a group identity, acting as a support system for those who might fade easier. And definitely not Ease of Animation. Im putting lore here, yep. Main Character Syndrome is a Health Benefit/Status symbol in the infinite realms.

Anyways, eventually the secret of what exactly the infinite realms are is hidden away.

But as King, and Ancient of Space…

Danny is in charge of organizing all these universes. These galaxies, these tiny works of art.

He is so excited for when he’s old enough to make his own.

Im sure ill be editing this when I have energy for anything other than a stream of consciousness.

[orbital-inclination]

Me: I do not need another thing to think about I’m in the middle of drafting a comic and some 4-5k ish words into two chapter drafts I do not need—

My brain: ok but what if in an inverse twist of the undertale multiverse, all au monsters are sentient/robotic androids, sort of like how bitties are in Bitty AUs. With different “brands” representing different AUs. Thus allowing things like “coding” to have a very literal meaning. Underfell bots are constructed for gladiator cage match’s for the entertainment of betters (and probably 100% illegal), Swapfell Gold and AU off shots are military androids sent off to fight wars for their human owners and governments so human soldiers never have to be faced with the brutality of their nation’s international policies. Meanwhile, Class, Swap, and Outer are all domestic brands with varying emphasis on subgenres; pop stars, fashion icons, artificial internet celebrities designed to market certain company’s as “approachable” to the masses, or even legal unpaid domestic servants or nannies.

(Info dump continues below)

Outcodes are fun because they are individuals who were corrupted in some way, and therefore considered disposable by the company who made them. Realizing this individually or because another outcode contacted them, most who are still online out in the world are in hiding. A caught outcode is sent back to the factory to be destroyed and recycled. It’s a death sentence.

On The Star Sans: Dream, Blue, and Ink are outcodes who independently escaped captivity, met each other through happenstance and have since established not just a team but a found family in the process. They live double lives, by daylight they pose as functional domestic bots, and by night they are the Star Sanses, heroes of Ebott City! Motivated by the altruistic desire to help others in need (humans included) but especially other monsters/bots who need help.

Legally, a domestic bot must be registered to a human owner. Normally the bot has no control over this. Dream, Blue and Ink have found a way to bypass this system. Independently they’ve picked out decent people to live with. The humans are unaware they’ve been setup. Dream picked a kind but lonely elder woman, who without family nearby, needed someone to help her live safely and independently. She sees Dream as the grandson she never had. To the surprise of no one, Ink chose an artist; an eccentric magician who moved to Ebott from France, intending to settle down after trotting across the globe for a good couple decades. Ink has accepted him as a father figure. Blue is happily rooming with a professional athlete who volunteers to coach at the local high school, the women has a busy professional life and when she’s gone, he has run of the house and equipment.

Error specifically is one example of a horrible tragic case of a classic sans being tossed into gladiator rings, miraculously survives his first match and than every single one after that but at a steep cost. The brutality of the ring gradually corrupts his code because he is being forced into a function that conflicts with the programming he was “born” with, (the birth of Geno), and later, utterly desperate, Geno hacks into his own systems. Though surviving the attempt is not intentional, he does. His owner, believing him to be defunct throws him out. Error awakens in a trash heap, finally free; and vows untold destruction on the men who made him. (And naturally all of Ebott city too)

And also later: Y/N finds and mends Error’s battered body (after a vicious fight with another outcode) and this starts a very tentative relationship or something idk this is as far as I got.

[thedeal-if]

what are like 3 facts of each ro?

👁️ so many possibilities lol I'm going to sprinkle some itty bitty subtle details that may or may not be relevant later on.

Dante

I don't want to reveal too much about Inferno because it kinda defeats the purpose of exploring the place yourselves lol but let's just say that somewhere… there's a certain area… where people can like... fight… and Dante is pretty good... There's a ranking... He's among the top 10 in that list...?

Dante smokes like a fucking chimney but always insists he isn't addicted. Will most likely avoid doing it in front of people if they were bothered by it tho

As an Aeshma (warrior Demons of Wrath) his body temperature is pretty high. When he gets really mad there might be a slight risk of fire.

Lilith

They are one of the managers of the strip club Paradise Lost (which is very girlboss of them imo).

One of the highest rankings Succubi, also one of the few who care the least about social rankings. As a Succubus, their power is mostly revolved around their voice and how convincing they can be.

Insanely good with numbers.

Josh

He's the youngest of three siblings. Josh's older sister also has the same ability as he does.

Josh is often considered the golden child (of the Guerreros and of Blackburn) but he really hates that title.

He would've liked to be a nurse but his parents gently swayed him towards a doctorate instead.

Villanelle

She has had two sets of foster parents. The first couple who adopted her weren't really the best.

Villanelle realized she was a witch when she was around eleven-twelve. Funnily enough, most witches and wizards live their entire lifes and never come to know of their nature.

You've already seen it in the demo but Villie has visions of the future. Her power though is more like... having Earth's timeline shoved into her face.

Victor

Aka Nemesis, the number 1 Demon Hunter in Entity. Let's just say he only joined in the first place because the highest higher up is… pretty convincing. That was nine years ago (if my math doesn't fail me). None of his partners survived lol let's hope Alekto is different 🤞

He likes card games 🥺 and wearing very expensive accessories (mostly watches)

Victor would actually want to have children but has kinda accepted that's kind of... complicated given his situation.

Aliyah

Aliyah claims to hate humans but there are a few very obvious exceptions. This Genie has a soft spot for a certain kind of people.

She surprisingly loves sleeping. She loves it so much she's spent more than a few years straight napping.

As Genies go, her abilities are quite limited to the whims of those who own the lamp. In the meantime, all their power goes as far as being smoke and mirrors (illusions, or plain nothing).

Nathan

Nathan is a guardian angel so he's basically at the bottom of the social ladder (at least prior to falling lol). He's also pretty young things considered, most angels are old old.

He wasn't all that good at being a guardian either? I mean personally I wouldn't trust him to take care of a goldfish

Don't let him trick you! He knows jack shit about actual philosophy (reference to a sneak peek)! Nathan likes having many interests and broadening his horizons tho, to keep conversations interesting. He could literally chat you up about anything.

Eden

He's living my dwarfless Snow White cottage core dream and I'm so jealous fr

So good with his hands, Eden really likes woodcrafting and crafting in general. The life of isolation is pretty boring despite its very attractive appeals (pls me too)

King Solomon lore but he used to have very powerful ring! In their family line (and in my story lol) those rings are their white irises. Yeah very powerful.

[itty-bitty-mess]

hi, sorry if you've already answered this before but i remember you mentioning having your own bittybones au before and im curious to know what your au is about?

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

Hi, sure thing! I've mentioned my own au before wayyy back when this blog was still pretty new. You can find the original idea in the link provided! I tend to jokingly refer to it as "the underfell of bittybones aus" since it could be considered pretty edgy or at least cartoonishly cruel and focuses, as you can tell, solely on bitty whump. Basically, after bitties became popular, people very quickly caught up on their various flaws (such as their annoying personalities, being prone to becoming spoiled, acting like immature toddlers despite being fully grown "adults", constantly talking like babies, going into heat and acting creepy towards their owners, generating waste, having irritiating squeaky voices, etc.) and realized that bitties actually sucked. Many owners began throwing away their bitties and dumped them on the streets. The now homeless bitties could only do one thing now: reproduce. Soon, the stray bitty population grew at alarming speeds to the point where bitty infestations were now a big problem. Stray bitties now were taking over entire homes and would steal from passerby in crowds. The problem was so big that authorities decided to declare bitties an invasive species, even though they weren’t even recognized as animals, and made it fully legal to dust them in order to decrease the population and solve the problem. Now that dusting was fully legal, people got to work and began reducing the population through various ways such as bitty exterminators, food shaped poison, making up games where people dusted bitties for fun, setting up bitty traps, opening fully legal bitty fighting rings or bitty slaughterhouses, etc. Passerby now stomped on or dusted any bitty they stumbled upon. Now, the bitty population is under control and the owned bitties that still exist must stay at home at all times and must be sterilized to avoid any more reproduction. As loved as they can be, owned bitties must behave at all times or they might end up on the streets or donated as food for animal shelters. If an owned bitty sneaks out or gets abandoned by its owner, they're pretty much dead as they are most likely to get dusted in various horrible ways. To summarize: in this twisted and cruel world, people hate bitties. Sometimes i use this au as a baseline for some of my writing, sometimes i dont, honestly it mainly kind of exists as an idea where i can experiment on various concepts and scenarios such as bitty fighting rings or dusting being legal and how it affects the bitty population and the way they live in this society. It'd also be fun to experiment or write about an owned bitty who lives a comfortable, sheltered life but one day he does something that leaves him on the streets, having to face the horrible, cruel world were his kind is widely hated and dusted for no reason. So yeah, that's my silly little au :)

[axolotluv]

(A stereotypical gameshow intro jingle plays as the lights turn on on a set with one host who's just some middle aged white guy you've never heard of and a curtain obscuring a small area. the host waves his cane sporadically in the air) Who's ready for our favorite game! GUESS. THAT. MUTUAL!!!!! That's right folks, today we have a special little tumblrite for your eyes. This mutual of yours has pestered you multiple times, has supported your other mutuals lunacy on several occasions, and most importantly, has 100 percented Moster Prom yet never talked about it online. You get ONE guess in order to see who we're talking about. Take all the time you need!

First thing to take into account is WHICH mutual would do this and then narrow it down based on the critera

Probably not Limi because Monster Prom feels like a red herring ALSO the fact that I don't think Limi has pestered me multiple times nor supported my mutuals lunacy on several occasions

Use of the word "tumblrite" probably not Elm

A lot of mutuals are eliminated because we don't interact enough

Now there's a few contenders left, some of which aren't technically mutuals but I still count them <3 love you guys

If you interact with a lot of my mutuals, you were 100% in the DCA fandom which already narrows it down

I know two people who were in the DCA fandom

Supported my other mutuals lunacy on several occasions?

I know two people who support people like crazy and are literally everywhere

100%ed Monster Prom yet never talked about it online?

I know two people who'd check my account enough to know I recently reblogged Monster Prom art who'd know to even bring that up

Now, there are only a few people who I've seen enough to count it as "pestering me multiple times" and out of those few people there are only two that remain in the fighting ring

BittySteam vs BoxOfCreamPuffs

Both of you have a strong game going, it's really REALLY difficult deciding which one of you it is

I think literally either of you could be this mysterious anon, and it's very difficult discerning which one of you it is

The more I think about this the harder it becomes

Both Bitty and Puffs would send an ask like this, both Bitty and Puffs support people like bananas, and both Bitty and Puffs haven't posted about 100%ing monster prom (I assume)

I wrote a whole 3 paragraphs on the word "pester" being used but then I realized literally both of you make fun of me and/or pop into my inbox threatening(?) violence(?), so I think that counts

DAAMMNN IITTT THIS IS DIFFICULT

Yknow what we're balling because I have genuinely been writing this for like 45 minutes

I'm guessing Bitty from bittysteam!!!!!!!!!!

[thespectralkitsune]

A pile of what I think are Pokémon uranium’s plot holes.

thought of these during class, so I may have missed something. Evidently- spoilers.

-Where did CURIE get the outfit from if she was in her normal clothes going into stasis?

-How did Cameron know CURIE and Urayne were talking telepathically? Is he psychic?

-How did Curie get a mega ring, a Xenoqueen, and nuclear balls? These would’ve been pretty much unobtainable to her.

-Why would anyone send two teenagers to fight an omnicidal maniac, much less the head of the rangers? If Kellyn didn’t retire, he’d probably have been fired!

-Why did no one think to guard or even check the giant supply of uranium underneath the league? And don’t tell me they didn’t know about it, they had to at least notice the radiation levels being wonky!

-Going back to Cam, how did he know so much about CURIE and Urayne? Most of the records got destroyed in the meltdown, and if he knew about CURIE beforehand why not arrest her the minute there was gene editing involved?

-Why did Luci make the mechanism to open the stasis tank a literal yes or no question? You’d think you’d wanna safeguard your magnum opus a bit better *cough cough Turo cough cough* -speaking of that, you can stand there for fifteen hours, but the minute you answer yes the floor collapses. I know this is a gameplay thing, but still.

-With the amount of hacked mons Hinata has, the league should fire her.

-Why did no one (except Cam) immediately think Luci was CURIE? She was the only “fatality” in Epsilon!

-Why didn’t cam tell Kellyn Luci was more than likely CURIE? Feels like something he’d like to know.

-how is it Proto is the only one competent enough to beat CURIE and Gamma Urayne? Couldn’t he just give the hazard suit to someone else, like the HEAD OF THE RANGERS STANDING NEXT TO HIM?

-Who thought it’d be a good idea to build the championship site on a volcano? And have the battles OVER LAVA?

-Where was Kellyn looking for Luci for the ten years? He obviously didn’t go to epsilon, and Cam saw her- shocker- last in epsilon. She wasn’t gonna end up in Unova.

-Shouldn’t Luci have had enough time to get Urayne in the atom ball, and leave?

-and finally, the most important one. How did CURIE drink coffee through the interface? Did she stuff a tiny itty bitty straw through the filter?

[fantasy-fields-rescue-unit]

Red Viper Rescue

Red Viper Rescue

Name: Rose

Species: Red Viper lamia(Fantasy Fields)

Morph: Pastel morph, Flower morph,

Variant: Cherry variant(from trauma)

Age: Adult

Size: 9 feet total, 3.6 feet tall(average fullsize)

Personality: Timid, shy, untrusting,

Compatibility: They are scared of almost everything, and it takes a long time to earn their trust, though after they trust you they are super affectionate and will look to you for comfort! But it can take a few months for this to happy,

It's recomended to give them a room with a door they can lock, it doesnt have to be massive either as they dont like a lot of open space but if they have a room with plenty of hiding spots and things to do it can help them settle in quicker,

They love watching cooking shows, they never got anything other than bitty kibble(which is awful for bitties and tastes horrible too) so they love to see what they might be able to have in the future

Feeding habits: Due to only having bitty kibble they arent super picky and will try just about anything, but they also have no idea what they like,

Additional info: They were used as a chaser bitty, so they hate having their back turned towards anything,

Injuries: claw marks and bite marks all down their tail, and back,

Special requirements: plenty of hiding spaces,

Warnings: Scared of touch and will need time to adjust,

Reasons for rescue: Found in a bitty fighting ring,

Difficulty: Advanced

Color/Pattern: Pastel pink color, white underbelly, sakura flower like patterns(magenta/purple coloring)

[evening-in-a-reflection]

Cross posted on Ao3

A Bitty Drabble Series

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A series about you and your bitties.

Redoul was your first bitty. He was an unknown kind of Fell bitty that ended up being sold to a bitty fighting ring when he was still young. He was able to escape with the help from his cellmate and his cell’s neighbor, who helped him sneak out and run away.

Redoul, who’s life was saved by you, ended up falling in love with you... and you accepted those feelings and returned them.

...But as the story goes on, you eventually find and meet those old friends of his, and they become just as important to you as Redoul is.

Of course, you don’t stop at just your three LV ridden bitties, and take in more as time goes on.

...Although, none of your more recent bitties have quite the same amount of LV as your first three do, and they might just be a little scared of the trio at first, but with time they do get along and eventually do find comfort in one another.

     You spent most of your shopping trip in the clothing aisles, as you already had mostly everything else you would need at your house. You had asked them if they wanted anything like beds, but they had both declined the offer when Redoul instead suggested that they just sleep with you and him in your bed (you of course had no issues with that). Although Nebul did end up getting a random pillow he found in one of the aisles out of place. Apparently he liked the texture of it.

     You all looked around for a while longer for anything else you might need, but nothing stood out to any of you. When you all decided that you didn’t need anything else, you started to head for the register.

     Finally arriving at one of the lines for checkout, you begin to wait. Nebul and Redoul had at some point moved into the cart to sit next to Ichor, looking through the things they picked out—par Redoul, who didn’t get anything, but made suggestions throughout your shopping trip.

     Although…

     You couldn’t help but notice that the employee behind the register kept subtly trying to steal glances at your bitties. You couldn’t really blame him, since they were all pretty unique. Ichor was a Shattered Dream—one of the rarest bitties out there, Redoul was an unspecified Fell type—another rare occurrence, and Nebul was an Outertale bitty—one of the more passive AUs—with only one eyelight and a massive crack going down his face. Not exactly subtle.

     Poor guy was probably having a hard time processing the fact that there were three very unusual bitties in front of him.

     Like you said before, it’s not like the staring was unexpected when you were coming in here, but it’s still annoying. Nonetheless, you remained polite when it was your turn to have your things get checked out.

     He did his best to stare at his hands while he worked, trying not to look up.

     Now you kind of want to laugh. The poor kid was just too awkward to ask a question, or make eye contact.

     In the end, it was Redoul who spoke up first. “Oh For The Love Of—If You Have A Question You Want To Ask, ASK!! We Won’t Be Mad At You For Being Curious!”

     The guy flinched, seeming to have been taken out of his train of thought. “Ah, uh, sorry. I just… have no idea what to say, or ask… I don’t want to sound rude…” He admitted.

      “We will not be mad at you for being curious, and we will not be offended. I promise.” Ichor said.

     Nebul nodded. “mhmm, don’t worry about us and ask away. you’ll never learn anything if you don’t ask any questions.”

     The man stuttered. “A-ah, r-right. Um, well, if you say so. Ahem, so, what… what kind of bitties are you? I’m pretty sure you,” he pointed to Nebul, “are a Comet, and you,” he then pointed to Ichor, “are a Shattered Dream. But I don’t know what you are…” he said as his eyes landed on Redoul.

     Redoul nodded. “Unsurprising, But Before I Answer Your Question You Should Keep Scanning Those Items.” He said, pointing to your things.

     “Ah—right!” He continued to scan as he waited for Redoul to continue.

     “Good. Now Then, I’m A Fell Type Obviously, But I’m Not One Of The Known Ones,” he pauses, and looks to you. “Actually, Are We Ever Going To Get That Checked Out? Because We Still Haven’t Had That Looked At As A New Fell Type.”

     You blink, and think for a moment, before answering. “Hm, well if you want to then we can. Perhaps we can go and see that vet that Rynell told us about—the one next to the center.”

     “Good, We’ll Do That Then. Not today though” You nod, and Redoul looks back to the employee, who looked a little stunned.

     “A new Fell type and a Shattered Dream…? Wow, I never thought I’d ever meet even one of those things, let alone both .” He looked at Nebul. “What about you? Don’t tell me all three of you have something crazy going on.”

     Nebul only laughed and shook his head. “nah, i’m the only normal one here.”

     Redoul scoffed, and even Ichor gave him an amused side eye.

     “No You’re Not.”

      “No normal Comet can do what you can do, Nebul.”

     “…good to know you think so highly of me…” He pouted.

     The rest of the time spent at the checkout was filled with light conversation with the cashier. He stuck to asking simple questions, probably not wanting to overstep, and your boys were happy to answer.

     Eventually everything was scanned and paid for. You place your bags into the cart and wave the man goodbye.

     “Well he was nice. A little shy, but once you got him talking he seemed to have been enjoying himself.”

     Nebul nodded, agreeing with you. “mhmm, a real curious guy. seemed like a good kid that one.”

      “I wonder if he has any bitties of his own. He seemed quite used to talking to us as individuals, rather than items or pets.”

     “Maybe, Or He Could Be One Of The Employees That Works With The Bitties More Often, And Just Happened To Be Behind The Register Today.”

     “Maybe.” You say.

     You continue to chat with the three of them as you load your bags into your car, and eventually take the boys with you to put the cart away.

     With that done you head back to your car and get in, letting your bitties get comfortable.

     You look at them and smile with anticipation.

     “Ready to go home?”

     They smiled back, just as big.

     The drive back wasn’t necessarily eventful, but the four of you had continued to talk nearly the whole way there. Eventually, during your conversation, you got on the topic of how you met Redoul.

     “wait, you almost drove over him???”

     “No! …Well… okay yeah I almost did, but I didn’t actually hit him! He ran out in front of me and I ended up swerving to avoid him. No damage done.” You hear Nebul laughing at your words.

     “I Don’t Ever Remember Running Out Into The Road, But Considering I Was Obviously On The Verge Of Passing Out, It’s Not Surprising That I Don’t.”

     “Mhmm, you were in terrible condition when I found you.” You glance over at Ichor and Nebul and continue to tell them your story. “I was originally going to stock up on various different things for the winter, like food and wood, and I eventually did, but I got a little sidetracked when Redoul practically fell into my lap. I took him to a vet nearby—not a very good one, by the way. They didn’t even realize he wasn’t a normal Fell bitty; it’s closed now, thankfully. They checked him out and treated him, among other things. I don’t remember all the details, but in the end, after they were finished, they ended up handing him back to me to take home. Which seemed like a mess up on their part, since Redoul didn’t wake up for another week after that.”

     Ichor blinked in surprise. “A week? I knew he was in bad condition when we snuck him out, but I didn’t know it was bad enough to warrant such a long period of rest.” He said.

     You nod. “Yeah, that was a misstep on the vet’s part, but again, that vet wasn’t very good. Two days later I worked up the courage to leave him alone at the house to finally go stock up on supplies in town. I was able to get everything I needed, thankfully, since nobody seemed to be too worried about the upcoming winter at the time. Their mistake, I suppose, since the winter was about as bad as I had expected it to be.”

     “how were you able to tell that the winter was gonna be bad? how come nobody else was expecting it? I thought humans had that whole weather thing figured out.” Nebul asked.

     You hum and answer. “Kinda. Weather forecasts are a thing, and they are usually pretty accurate, but sometimes things can slip under the radar. Everyone was expecting it to be cold, yeah, but they also all lived in town, where help was just around the corner in the form of neighbors. I, on the other hand, live too far away from town to get any help if I need it. I needed to stock up on more than they did, because I would have nobody to help if I needed it.”

     It’s silent for a moment, and you briefly glance at your bitties, wondering why they were so quiet.

     Nebul and Ichor looked almost solemn at your words, clearly not expecting them. Redoul just looked proud, already familiar with how you lived your life, let alone being a part of it.

      “So you… survive your winters, essentially?” Ichor finally asked.

     You pause to think a moment, before answering. “Not really—or not usually , at least. That winter was a bit of an exception. I had just moved into my new home and wasn’t expecting the winter to come so early. It wasn’t necessarily trying to survive , I—or we, since Redoul was there, weren’t in mortal danger or anything, I had already gotten everything we would need to winter through the cold.” You pause again, before continuing. “Last winter wasn’t like that one at all. The first snow came when it was expected, there wasn’t so much snow that we were stuck inside, it wasn’t even as cold, and we had way more time to prepare than last time—I will admit, I kind of over prepared, but I much rather be over prepared than under prepared. But that’s not the point! We’re getting off track!”

     The boys laugh, and Ichor and Nebul seem to have been put at ease, so you continue.

     “A day before Redoul woke up, it had snowed so much so suddenly that we ended up being snowed in. The snow piled up so high I couldn’t even see out my windows. We were completely stuck. Which, to be honest, ended up being a good thing. When Redoul woke up the next day, he lashed out—understandably. He was in a completely new environment with no recollection as to how he got there, along with coming from a more than unpleasant situation, I can’t blame him for reacting the way he did,” you look down when you feel something on your legs, only to find Redoul climbing into your lap, making himself comfortable. Looking back to the road, you continue. “Due to the snow he wasn’t able to leave, and thus kinda forced him to stay and rest. I’ll skip over the details for now, but we ended up being stuck together for nearly two months. In the beginning we agreed that once the snow melted enough for us to actually go outside, I would let him leave—if he still wanted to. I think we can all guess what happened after the snow melted.” You said cheekily.

     Everyone, even Redoul, laughed a little.

     “But yeah, that’s what happened.” You concluded.

     It was quiet for a moment longer, and you let them think, not wanting to disturb them.

      “…so,” Ichor started hesitantly. “If that is how you met, how did you fall in love?”

     You draw a blank.

     “What?” You and Redoul both say, surprised.

      “How did you fall in love?” He asked again.

     You blink, feeling slightly flustered and caught off guard, taking a moment to think. “Um, well, to be honest, I didn’t really fall in love with Redoul until after I agreed to let him court me. I don’t really fall in love easily; I have to let myself fall in love.” You say honestly.

     “…what?”— “…I’m sorry?” You hear Nebul and Ichor say.

     You go to answer, but Redoul beats you to it. “Ma Chère Does Not Love Passively. Once She Starts, She Won’t Stop. Ever. And Because Of That, She Has To Guard Her Heart Closely. If She Doesn’t, She Could—And Has—End Up Getting Hurt. As For How Or When I Fell In Love, I Can’t Say. It Happened Over Time, And When I Realized I Had, There Simply Was No Turning Back.”

     …

     “what did you mean… when you said she had been hurt?” Nebul eventually asked.

     “Ah,” You couldn’t help but sigh, thinking back on it, but you answered nonetheless. “I’ll keep it short; years back, long before I was even living in this town, I had some friends that I loved very dearly. However, apparently, one of the girls there didn’t like me at all, and spread rumors about me behind my back to the others. No matter what I said or what I did to try and defend myself nobody would listen to me—not even my best friends. I was outcasted from everyone. I don’t even know what I did to get that girl to hate me so much, but she did. It feels embarrassing, knowing that I had trusted them so much, but I had been completely heartbroken. I’m over it now, but even when I think back on them, I can’t bring myself to hate them, or even be mad. I still love them, but I’d never want them back in my life, as contradictory as that sounds, but I know they would only hurt me again if I did. So, hopefully, we’ll all never see each other again—for everyone’s benefit.”

     You glance down at Redoul and the absolutely stormy look on his face. “…and probably for their safety.”

     …Redoul only growled.

     Ichor and Nebul didn’t look all too pleased either. “…I’m sorry you had to go through that. …I think I would need to join Redoul in whatever he had in mind should we ever meet them.” Nebul nodded in agreement.

     “Please don’t. That would only get you taken away from me.”

     “…not if nobody finds out.”

     Ichor and Redoul perk up at Nebul’s words.

     “Oh shining stars, you three…”

     Finally, the long awaited moment is here.

     You’re home, with your boys.

     With your bitties in your arms, you step out of your car and stand in front of your house.

     “…Welcome home boys.” You say softly.

     You look at Redoul. “Do you want me to drop you off inside while I get the groceries? That way you can show them around.” You look at the other two. “Or do you want me to stick around?”

     They all glance at each other before Redoul looks back at you. “Go Get The Groceries, And Then All Four Of Us Can Go Inside To Show Them Around.”

     You smile and nod. “Okay, let me set you down so I can go get everything.”

     With that, you set them down on the hood of the car and move to the back to get your groceries. There weren’t too many bags so you were able to carry everything easily enough. You go to close the trunk, only to see your boys standing on top of its door.

     You huff out a laugh, “Well hello, boys.” You say.

     You feel a sudden weight on your right shoulder, and look over to see Nebul. “hello~” He says.

     You make eye contact with Redoul, readying yourself for what you know he’s going to do. As expected, he jumps and lands on your left shoulder in a well practiced movement. “Hello, Ma Chère.”

     You look at the final bitty on the door, and wait for what he’ll do. With a hum, he reaches over with his tendrils and carefully grabs onto the base of your neck, right where it meets your shoulders. He pulls himself over and settles himself next to Redoul, wrapping a tendril around him to keep him from falling off—just in case.

     You couldn’t help but tilt your head and lift your shoulder—the one Nebul was on—at the sensation while giggling. “Hahaha, that tickles.”

     Ichor smiles somewhat bashfully and apologizes. “Ah, my apologies…” He said.

     …he can’t help but be glad that you weren’t bothered by his tendrils around your neck, most humans would have been… uncomfortable, even by the thought alone.

      The last human to have them there certainly was.

     As you closed the trunk, Ichor felt an elbow in his side, breaking him from his thoughts. He looks over to see Redoul already staring at him. “Stop that.” He says quietly.

      “…” Ichor smiles, thankful to Redoul for breaking him out of his thoughts. “Right, of course.”

     You walk towards the front door, locking your car as you pass it, and unlock the front door of your home… of their new home.

     With a click, you open the door and walk into the living room. “Here we are, welcome home.”

     You look around your living room. It hasn’t changed much from when you first moved in, the most that has changed was the few houseplants that now decorated it and the kitchen. There were also two or three blankets thrown across the arms of the couch, too, but that wasn’t surprising. Most bitties absolutely loved soft things like blankets and pillows for things like making nests. Redoul was no exception, and he only fed your love for things like bedding and soft clothes.

     …You’re brought out of your thoughts by Nebul, who was starting to… shake?

     You look over at him, only to see him with magic tears pooling at the edges of his sockets.

     He lifts his arm and rubs at his face with his sleeve, partly hiding his expression. “i… i don’t remember the last time i got to call a place home. sorry.” He apologized meekly.

     You lift your hand—letting the bag you’re holding slide to rest at your elbow—and go to hold him, only to stop short, not wanting to overstep.

     Ichor takes one of the tendrils resting on that side of your neck and wraps it around Nebul gently, cradling him as he begins to cry.

      “You can cry, Nebul. This place is safe, you can cry.”

     Nebul only curls in on himself and tucks his body into your neck, under your chin. Taking that as a sign, you cup your hand against his back and pull him closer, along with Ichor’s tendrils, one of which wrapped around your forearm.

     “i‘m sorry… ‘m just so happy… sorry… sorry…”

     Your heart and soul clenched at his words, and you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking. “Shhhh… you can cry, you don’t need to say sorry. No one will be mad at you for being happy. Not here, not ever.” You run your thumb across his skull as he sobbed into your neck.

     “You’re home, and home will always be safe.”

     Before you know it, you find yourself sitting down on the couch, grocery bags discarded on the coffee table. You cuddled your three bitties to your chest, cradling each of them gently. Ichor and Redoul took to holding Nebul between the both of them in your arms, comforting him as he cried.

     Minutes passed—you’re not quite sure how many—before Nebul’s sobs finally died down. He pulled away from your chest and sat there, still between his packmates and in your arms.

     “well, that was embarrassing.” He said, whipping at his sockets for any stray tears. His cheekbones were covered in one of the cutest blushes you’ve ever seen. It was like a little galaxy; covered in blues and teals and purples, and speckled with white dots like little stars— it was adorable.

     But, nonetheless, you decided to keep that opinion to yourself.

     “No, It Was Not. You Have Nothing To Be Ashamed Of.”

      “Crying is to be no embarrassment, Nebul. There is nothing to apologize for.”

     “haha, right, right. thanks, guys.”

     You look at the three of them with a soft expression, before addressing Nebul. “Are you alright now? That was pretty sudden.”

     Nebul looked sheepish as he rubbed his neck. “yeah, i’m good. i just… this is probably gonna sound a little weird to you, since you’re a human, but this placed just smelled so much like you and redoul, and your presence was everywhere, and you called it our home… i just couldn’t help but feel like it was just… ugh, i don’t know how to say it. it just felt like i was finally home .”

     You smiled as you spoke. “That’s because you are home, Nebul.”

     He froze, seeming to not know what to say. His blush grew brighter, taking on deeper, richer colors, and the stars (or were they freckles?) only grew brighter.

     He looked away flustered, and a soft, soft , smile stretched across his skull.

     “yeah, i am… we are.”

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Not my best chapter, not my worst, but I don’t hate it, and that’s all that really matters.

I’m not a hundred percent sure where to take the story from here… do I want to write more scenes with our main three, do I want to do a timeskip and explore the universe I’ve set up more, do I want to finally introduce Allira (reader’s best friend (not the old ones)), or do I want to introduce more bitties with or without a time skip? Idk.

Any suggestions on what bitties you want to see the boys interact with? Either now or in the future. I’m still drawing a blank on who I want to integrate into the story first and how.

Thank you for reading!

[fantasyborn]

Rounding out 2022 with a collection of round up posts for my writing this year.

Under the cut, you’ll find the 25 of the 44 fics I posted to AO3 this year that are femslash.

Everything Else Edition. Dead Dove Edition.

Oceanside (Bellatrix/Hermione, implied Bellatrix/Draco/Hermione, E, 927)

Hermione’s not sure how she ended up here, sprawled out naked on a blanket at the beach, sun warm on her tits.

Whisper, Soft and Dark (Lavender/Parvati, E, 530 words)

She gasps at the brush of fingers on her skin and it’s disconcerting that she can’t hear it; it’s terrifying to Lavender that she’s adjusted to her new stronger senses so quickly. The only reason she doesn’t spiral and panic is that, despite not being able to see or hear, she can smell Parvati in the room.

Sun and Sky (Rolanda/Pomona, G, 100 words)

Rolanda is used to iridescent skies.

a fire to lighten the darkness (Luna/Ginny, E, 250 words)

She is softness; she is love and when they took her Merlin knows where, (tortured, dead?) a part of you went with her.

Laurel Wreath (Daphne/Pansy, T, 115 words)

Daphne loves to see her pet wearing the expensive gifts she buys.

She Of The Lotus (Padma/Penelope, T, 133 words)

The mehendi on her hands stands out against the gold of Penelope’s robes as they hook arms.

Microfic May (Ginny/Pansy, Andromeda/Bellatrix, M, 450 words)

lakeside kisses (Alice/Lily, T, 200 words)

Summer is full of light and laughter, and Alice is delighted by LIly's laugh every time.

in the summer sun (Luna/Millicent, M, 200 words)

A vegetable garden and her wife enrobed in sunshine. The perfect thing to come home to.

secret bookcases (Ginny/Hermione/Luna, E, 200 words)

Sharing is caring and Ginny loves to share. Double the pleasure; double the fun.

beck and call (Rolanda/Rosmerta, M, 200 words)

Ro doesn't always come by The Three Broomsticks but Rosmerta always enjoys when she does.

seeing double (Lily Evans/Lily Potter, M, 200 words)

She's not sure who this girl is - who looks like her and shares her name but Lily knows she's not supposed to be in her house. (cw: implied incest)

bitty bug (Bellatrix/Rita, T, 200 words)

Things were always complicated between them but RIta couldn't help but be drawn in by her.

a touch of what will be (Ginny/Luna, M, 584 words)

Ginny had been nervous on the Train back to Hogwarts for her Sixth Year. The war was actively afoot; her brother, Harry and Hermione were on the run and they were all in a grave amount of danger. It had been the first time Luna had felt those feelings.

a life that is theirs (Lavender/Parvati, T, 200 words)

Life after the war is difficult: Lavender has to adjust to her scars, her turning.

petrichor and old books (Astoria/Penelope, G, 200 words)

“Hi, miss. You’re pretty.” The child is blonde and soaked. Penelope glances outside; she hadn’t even noticed it was raining. She definitely hadn’t heard the shop bell ring.

proximity breeds care (Ginny/Luna/Pansy, M, 200 words)

Lovegood had taken it in stride, falling easily into the role of mediator. She had been the only reason that Pansy and Weasley hadn’t killed each other before term was up.

the full value of joy (Minerva/Pomona, G, 200 words)

Usually, she walks to Minnie’s rooms (or Minerva to hers) but after the mandrakes had screamed all evening, Pomona is tired and she Floos up to the tower.

last minute dates (Ginny/Tonks, G, 200 words)

She’s not quite sure how asking her roommate’s (and best friend) sister to be her last minute date for her mom’s dinner had been the solution she’d thought of.

again on a broom (Cho/Pansy, T, 200 words)

It had felt easier to get a job with Gringotts as a curse breaker than fighting for anything else. Wizards her age still saw, and judged, her for her breakdown after Cedric had been murdered.

ink on skin (Cho/Lavender/Pansy, G, 200 words)

It had taken Lavender a long time to find confidence in her scars. They spread down her neck, across her chest.

summer loves never last until they do (Andromeda/Hermione, G, 200 words)

Summer loves always end in heartbreak for Hermione.

wanting more (Pansy/Mrs. Zabini, M, 200 words)

Mrs Zabini has always been in Pansy’s life and Pansy always wants more.

the simple lack of her (Andromeda/Bellatrix, E, 200 words)

She’s dressed for the occasion: ball gown and mask obscuring her features. She blends in. No one knows she’s here. She just – she needs to see Bella. (cw: incest)

dalliances past curfew (Irma/Septima, E, 1,496 words)

Irma is always the buttoned up, strict, rule follower. Only Septima gets to cut through those barriers.

[sourbitties]

☆ PIXIE RESCUE

Name: Molly

Type: Pixie (Deltafell!Susie Cat Bitty)

Size: 3’7” (Above Average Fullsize)

Age: Teenager

Pronouns: She/They

Morphs: Miscolored, Spring, Multiple Tails

Colors/Patterns: Light Blue scales, Dark Blue Hair, Blue flower markings, Grey fur, Three tails.

Personality: Sarcastic, Anxious, Antagonistic

Description: Molly is a bitty that has been through a lot. She’s easily spooked and easily antagonized, but truly, she wants nothing more than to be treated like someone who is worth being around.

They’re very anxious, almost always trembling a little and staying cooped up in corners where they can’t be snuck up on. It’s important that you do not try to sneak up on them, even if they get used to you, because it could lead to distress or you getting injured. It’s not that they mean to hurt you or anything, they just have a hard time controlling themselves when most of their life has been about survival of the fittest. Rest assured, though, no matter what they say, the last thing they want to do is hurt the person who took them in.

She’s sarcastic as well, often sulking in the corner to make snarky comments about whatever is happening in the current moment. It can be fairly difficult to stay patient with her a lot of the time, as she really goes for what hurts and doesn’t apologize until she feels that you deserve it, which has driven away adopters in other centers and makes her genuinely hard to deal with at times. She doesn’t necessarily mean to drive people away, but she can’t bring herself to stop unless she grows to genuinely trust her new owner. It’s recommended to adopt a bitty who is relentlessly friendly along with her, because she honestly needs a good friend so she can loosen up a little.

They can truly make a wonderful companion if given a chance, but they need to be adopted by someone caring and patient enough to deal with their needs. If you can be that for them, then they’ll become your best friend for life!

Feeding Habits: She tends to scarf down food very quickly, so take care to make sure she doesn’t choke.

Additional Info: They’ve shown an interest in cross-stitching before, although they’ve never taken up the craft by themselves.

Injuries: Covered in scars, with a left arm that is almost constantly sore.

Special Requirements: Semi-frequent doctor visits are advised for her arm, along with a need for an extremely patient owner!

Warnings: Possible biting or other injury, along with insults. Do not adopt if you’re sensitive or inexperienced.

Rescue Info: They were found in a fighting ring raided by the authorities. The bitties lived in terrible conditions and some were in need of medical attention immediately. Fortunately, Molly wasn’t one of those, but they were cooped up in a small, dirty cage with nothing but a bowl of bitty kibble and dirty water.

They’ve been in multiple different shelters and have had multiple different owners, but none could deal with their… everything, and as such they’re very used to being returned. We’ve brought them in so, hopefully, they can get the home they deserve to have!

Difficulty: Expert

[dotchi13]

Waiting for Escape

With permission of the Raggedy bitty we have in the shop I decided to type out and post her story, ever since hearing it I haven’t forgot about it. 

Rating: Light M for the warnings

Warnings: Violence, mentions of Death, forced abandonment, Please keep caution.

She had been born to a bitty shop within an orb as a Raggedy bitty. She could remember being raised by a Mafia (Mafiafell Sans) and a Swap Asriel, pampered and educated and with that she was raised to be a lady that can certainly give you a bad time if you crossed her, but could otherwise keep her composure. 

Like every bitty that lived in the shop she had desired to be adopted into a loving family that would accept her and treat her like the companion she was, as she was no pet, none of them were, though some humans didn’t seem to understand that.

When she was old enough to be put out with the others she carried herself with pride, assured in herself that she would be adopted just like the others, and sure enough a man came in, displaying anxiety in ‘his first bitty buying’ as he looked around the shop, going to the darker parts where she and the others were. Some Raggedies trembled with anxiety, but she didn’t quiver like a lamb, that would be an absolute shame to her and those who raised her. 

He eyed her with interest, asking her questions about herself and warning her he lived in a bad neighborhood, there was the possibility of someone breaking in and wanting to know if she could defend herself. 

With a display of force she had twisted her hands before flaring them out, large red and orange flames dancing from her palms practically in waves, sparkling with her magic. He seemed impressed and called to the Owner, signing papers and offering for them to come for a check in about a week from then, and dubbing her the name Gadis, Indonesian for ‘Girl’. She wasn’t quite happy with the name as she didn’t want to be treated like a child when she was a fully capable adult, but she let it slide, thinking maybe she would grow to like the name. She never did. 

All bitty shops go to great extents to gauge those that come in, and for the bitties that were sensitive they did background checks... but there was always those that managed to slip through the cracks. 

Her new Owner stopped in front of a warehouse, taking her inside and setting her cage down in the middle of what looked to be dozens of others as eyes turned to hers, tired and/or scarred as she felt her soul drop to her feet. 

She doesn’t really like talking about her first night or any of them after that, but she has nightmares of injuring many many fellow bitties, and sometimes when she loses herself in nightmares or flashbacks she starts wheezing and choking like she’s trying to breath through dust.

It was to no end of her miseries though. She found reprieve in meeting with an Asgore bitty that was Fell as she was after fights, his cage placed next to hers. They had each other’s backs, tossing each other food when one of them lost and was made to go without food. 

However they should have known they were being watched, and within barely any time her friendship with him was shattered with drugs that mimic heat. She knew it wasn’t his fault, but they couldn’t even look at each other anymore. 

Sometimes she wondered as she watched her stomach grow if she was in some kind of nightmare. So many bad things happened to her that it was almost unreal to her. 

When the time came she was put under drugs, and when she woke up nearly three days later the Asriel bitty she had was gone. She was forced to abandon him, she had never even seen his face.

And it didn’t stop with that one Asgore, Fell Sans’ and other Asgores were forced onto her to the point that she could barely feel anything anymore, and she had been forcefully made to give up her babies without her consent. 

In the last one she remembers struggling for consciousness, being pumped with the drug so many times that her body was practically building an immunity to it. 

She remembers seeing the sweet face of the Asriel bitty with his sharp teeth and wet fur, his little eyes closed before he was removed and all she could do was lift her hand and slightly burn the hand taking him. 

She hoped it left a mark, though she thinks she was too weak to do so.

She knew she wasn’t the only one suffering there, not by a longshot. 

And again, bitties were not pets.  They were intelligent beings, and she knew if she was patient enough, one of them would break free, one of them would get lucky, and if everyone else was lucky enough then they would break everyone free. 

She prayed this way for years as scars webbed her body under her fur, her other horn breaking like the one that was naturally broken during a fight with another bitty, a tooth knocked out and two fingers broken and not reset in the right place. 

She knew it could have been worse, she could have been dead, but it didn’t make everything any less painful or harmful to her. 

When one day her suffering came to an end. 

The details were fuzzy, but she remembered a skull peeking to her through the bars of her cage. 

It was a bipedal Gaster Blaster Papyrus, his claws fumbling with the latch, clawing through the magic protecting it as he seemed to know all it’s weak points, swinging the cage open before running off to go and free others as she  stumbled out, watching after him before looking to see other bitties racing towards the exit out of his hellhole, and before she could stop herself her feet were stricken to follow, meeting with their human saviors, Bitty Activists.

Nearly weeks later she had learned about the place where no fells other than Raggedies like her stayed, jumping on the change as she entered the shop that at the time had three lamias and five bitties, one a Toriel like she was on a level. 

And she cried with hugging Toriel, spilling things to her she almost never thought she would be able to tell anyone. 

As of the moment she’s in therapy and taking pills for her PTSD, and the five bitties of Murder, Horror, Killer, Nightmare and Toriel united to shed her old name, taking the new one: Dona, meaning ‘Lady’. 

[the-iceni-bitch]

Pass the Stuffing

Pairing: Jake Jensen x stripper!fem reader (Khaleesi)

Words: ~1.5k

Summary: Thanksgiving with Jake’s sister and her family awakens some new things in your muffin.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, rough sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, possessive partner) soft then feral Jake, domestic fluff, pet names (muffin and sweets), bad puns, established relationship, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Uh, this took an unexpected direction, but I’m not mad about it. You’re welcome @jamalflanagan 😈

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You gave Jake a peck on the cheek when you moved out of the kitchen, grabbing little Marcus out of his high chair and cooing at him as you went to where Hannah was calling for you. His niece had immediately fallen in love with you when you arrived, especially when she found out you were a dancer and chomping at the bit to talk to you all about ballet since that was her obsession now that soccer season was over.

And you were happy to hold her attention, telling Jake and Mandy that you were absolutely useless in the kitchen, so you should be the one to wrangle the kids. Which was probably for the best, Jake still shivered when he remembered the time you almost burned down your apartment trying to make him spaghetti. So there you were, being all cute and shit and making him feel a type of warm that didn’t have anything to do with the stove and oven running.

Jake felt like his heart was thudding in his throat while he watched you hold his baby nephew on your hip, watching Hannah intently as she showed you the dance she was working on for her ballet class’s performance of the Nutcracker and told her she was going to be the most awesome snowflake of all time. It was way too early to be having the thoughts he was having right now, but goddamn you were fitting into his life so well and all he could think of was fucking you non stop until it took.

“You might want to put a ring on it first, Jay.” Jake swore under his breath and almost dropped the potatoes when Mandy spoke up behind him, blushing up to his ears when he turned and saw her giving him a look like she knew exactly what he was thinking about. “Man, you are in it deep, always jumping in with both feet.”

“I can’t help it.” He was whining a little bit but he didn’t care, his grip on the hand mixer painful when he saw you press a soft kiss to the top of Marcus’ head. “It’s like someone made her in a computer just for me.”

“You’re such a sap.” Mandy pulled the turkey out of the oven and handed it to Jared with a small peck on the lips, the three of them moving to the table with the food while you corralled the kids.

He just shrugged uncomfortably as he sat next to you, sighing when you reached out to squeeze his thigh and give him a little peck on the cheek. The whole dinner and night was him constantly fighting the heat that was creeping up his neck while you cooed over the kids and listened to all of Hannah’s stories all while giving Jake the softest, most affectionate touches that he couldn’t get enough of.

It was all he could do not to pounce on you in front of his sister and her family. He had hardly eaten any food, just pushing it around his plate while he considered his feelings and whether he was gonna freak you out by just how fast he wanted to move things between the two of you. Before he knew it everyone was heading to bed, and all he could do was blink stupidly while you nibbled on his jaw and pulled him into the guest bedroom.

“Whatcha thinking about?” You peppered kisses all over his neck as you yanked him towards the bed, shoving your hands under his shirt and digging them into that itty bitty waist of his and purring. “You haven’t said anything in almost an hour.”

“Nothing.” He lied, letting you peel his shirt off over his head as he dragged the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders and flicked his tongue into your mouth. “Just wanna hold you.”

“Yeah? Well I want you to give me your stuffing first.” You bit your lip and giggled when he pushed you back onto the mattress, pulling his glasses off and setting them on the night stand while you nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Really? Aren’t you full? I think you ate more than anybody.” He paused when you cooed at him indulgently, realization dawning on his face when you grabbed the bulge at the front of his jeans and squeezed. “Oh! That stuffing.”

“You’re so cute.” You tweaked his nose after he pulled his shirt off, undoing his fly and helping him shimmy out of the rest of his clothes until he could settle those narrow hips between your open legs. “Come on, muffin, stuff me full of that sweet mess.”

“God, ok.” He licked his lips as he gripped your thighs and nuzzled into your neck, rolling his hips against yours and purring when you scraped your nails over his scalp. “Should I preheat your oven first?”

“Ha! You dork.” You cackled when you felt him grin into your shoulder, slapping his shoulders when he nibbled on your ear and winding your legs around his waist. “No preheating necessary, my pussy’s been nice and warm and wet ever since you stepped in that kitchen today. You’re gonna make such a good house husband.”

“Yeah?” He brought a hand between the two of you to stroke his cock a few times before lining himself up, sliding his hips forward slowly until they met yours while he groaned into your mouth. “You wanna tie me down, sweets?”

“Mmm, maybe I do.” You rolled your body to meet his as he started slowly grinding into you, dragging your knees up his sides and biting your lip when his hands squeezed your waist. “Want everyone to know I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I want that too, sweets.” Mandy was right, he was fucking deep in it. “My fucking girl. Gonna show everybody.”

“Yeah, you’d better… shit.” You gasped when he hooked one of your knees over his elbow so he could hit you with even deeper strokes, arching your back when he leaned on his free hand and slammed into you so hard you were choking on it. “Oh god! Give it to me.”

“I’m gonna fucking give it to you good.” He ground into your clit and grinned at your whine, running his hand down your calf so he could grip your ankle and bring it up to his mouth, nibbling on the delicate bones as you kept moaning while he kept driving into you. “Gonna make this pretty pussy come all over my dick then fill her with so much cum, you’re gonna be leaking me for days.”

“Yeah, you gonna fuck a baby into me?”

“What?!” The arm he was leaning on for support gave out and he collapsed on top of you with a surprised grunt, groaning when you laughed into his shoulder and he groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him still.

“C’mon Jakey, saw the way you were looking at me when I was with those kids.” You bit his lip and swallowed his moan when you grabbed his ass and pushed him deeper. “Want it too, muffin, want you to fill my little pussy with that hot cum and fuck it in deep until it takes. Wanna make you a daddy.”

Jake made a sound you’d never heard from him before, a feral snarl combined with a deep purr that sent a shiver down your spine. Then he was pulling out of you almost completely and slamming home again, shoving you up the bed a foot at a time until your head almost cracked against the headboard while you let out a series of cute little yelps.

“That’s fucking right you’re gonna make me a daddy. Goddamn.” He yanked your head back by your hair and bit at your throat, pounding into you so hard you could barely think, let alone answer him at all. “Gonna fill this creamy little pussy all the way up. Gonna knock you up real good. Come on my fucking dick, sweets, make room for my baby in there.”

“Jesus Christ.” You gritted your teeth as pleasure raged through your veins suddenly when he put a hand under your ass and tilted your hips perfectly so he was driving right against your clit. “Unh, get in there, fill my pussy, please Daddy.”

“My pussy.” He ran his nose over yours and bit at your lips, growling possessively as you whimpered for him. “Daddy’s pussy.”

“Your pussy, Daddy.” Holy shit, you’d awoken a monster. You’d never been prouder of yourself than you were right now. “Want your baby, please Daddy. Gimme your cum so I can have it. Please, oh please, can I have it? Want it so bad… oh!”

He hit you deep again and your whole body spasmed wildly, your cunt clamping down on him and keeping him fully seated in you as you squirted all over his abs. Jake had to bury his face in your shoulder at the feeling of your sweet little pussy milking him for all he was worth, his hips stuttering as he let out a muffled shout and started pumping his cum into you deep.

You panted desperately underneath him when he collapsed on top of you in a tangle of limbs, running your fingers over his broad shoulders while his cock still twitched inside you.

“That was… unexpected.” You grinned lazily at the ceiling as you came back down.

“I… um… I don’t know what happened.” He winced when he brought his face back to yours, keeping his eyes screwed closed while he rested his forehead against yours.

“Don’t get all nervous on me muffin, that was amazing.” You grabbed his ears and wiggled them until he gave you a shy smile and opened his eyes, pecking him on the nose and giggling when he pinched your waist playfully. “Who knew you had a big old daddy kink hiding under that sweet boy exterior?”

“Not me.” He nibbled at your lips and purred when you brushed your fingers over the shorter hair at the back of his head. “Not that it matters, aren’t you still on birth control?”

“Yeah but if you fuck me like that I don’t think it’s gonna make a difference.”

[vizowrites]

Things About Helluva Boss Episode 5 That Keep Me Up At Night:

The fact that Blitz used the post-sex cigarette he shared with Stolas to free Stolas’s wrists from the bondage ties, while Stolas used Blitz’s horn to put the cigarette out bitch he’s not an ashtray [Item #275 that made me go “Hmmmm” about their relationship]

The fact that Blitz tells Stolas that he’s never been to the Wrath ring before, but in Episode 3 he and Verosika allude to the fact that that’s where he ran off to with her credit card and maxed it out on all those horseback riding lessons--continuity error or a very clever set up that there’s more that Blitz’s got going on that he doesn’t want Stolas to know about??  I’m guessing continuity error but still, the possibility of the alternative is very enticing.

The fact that Striker kind of arguably slipped up when he and Blitz first met by saying “Oh so YOU’RE the bold Imp that started his own killin’ biz”, because we as the audience assume that he knew about that from Millie’s parents telling him but tbh I think it’s waaaaaaaaaay more likely [and just way more interesting story-wise] he found out the details about Blitz from Stella

The way Striker grins at Blitz when he gives his exasperated “Oh fuck me” when Stolas is doing his cheeky little wave thing at him at the start of the Harvest Moon Festival--my shipper heart says that the look meant “Oh I will if that’s an open invitation” but the logical side of my brain says “Ooohhh so THAT’S why Striker thought he could get away with convincing Blitz to just let him kill Stolas at the end of the episode--he thought that Blitz really would be happier with Stolas out of the picture”

The timing of when Blitz asked Striker if he wants to join I.M.P.:  When did this happen?  Was it when they were mud wrestling?  Was it in between games [like I took the liberty of saying was canon for my That’s One Hell of a Resume fic]?  Was it while they were out on a ride on Bombproof because you cannot tell me that Blitz wouldn’t have asked Striker for a ride at least once??  It is literally driving me crazy because I feel like there was a LOT going on behind-the-scenes that the episode itself didn’t show us and I feel like it’s some important stuff.

Blitz’s timing when he catches Striker about to assassinate Stolas.  I know why he went back to the house--he said point blank that he didn’t want to stand around at the festival any longer than he had to--but my question is.....why was he going upstairs to Striker’s room??  I’m going to assume that it was less that he was going up to Striker’s room and more that he was going upstairs to look for Millie and Moxxie, but still--I always thought that was an interesting spontaneous thing for him to do that really didn’t have an explanation in the show for why he did that, when he did that.

The fact that Striker straight up tries to openly kill Moxxie [until Millie comes in to save him] but even when Blitz is literally trying to kick his ass, Striker doesn’t ever really go on the offensive when fighting him.  He defends himself, he throws Blitz into Moxxie, and he pulls a knife on him.....but he never actually tries to kill Blitz the same way he does with Moxxie.  The fact that Striker had his knife drawn on Blitz but then literally ONE SECOND LATER chose to shoot at Moxxie instead of stabbing Blitz just.....oh the things it does to my brain.  I still don’t honestly know why Stella hired the hit on Stolas instead of hiring one on Blitz--as I feel like killing Stolas would cause way more of a fuss in the hierarchy of Hell than killing one “itty bitty Imp”--but the fact that Striker actively goes out of his way to not kill Blitz during their fight is truly astonishing to me.  It makes me wonder if Stella has something else in mind for Blitz--something bigger--that maybe Striker knows about but is keeping close to his chest??  I have no idea.  But it’s absolutely fascinating to think about. 

BONUS THOUGHT: 

I know the popular opinion is that Stolas is fully aware of Stella’s attempts on his life and thus doesn’t react at the dinner table when she’s literally calling Striker about it right in front of his face, and--while I do actually think Stolas might have a more devious scheming side than he’s shown thus far--I also think that it’s equally likely that Stolas is just truly THAT oblivious to things happening around him that don’t have any direct interest to him.  

[anon-e-miss]

I feel like whether Iazz and Prowl got together with Jazz already having the twins or having them together, either way, even grown, the twins would still be two of Prowls staunchest defenders if anyone said anything about him being a drone spark or something

"What ever it is, I can explain," Cheetor said as he entered Jazz's office.

"I hope ya can, actually," Jazz replied with a forced chuckle. "Come on, sit. Ya ain't in trouble. 'M hopin' ya can give me a bit o' intel?"

"On what?" Cheetor asked.

"Tarantulas."

"What?" Cheetor asked and he fidgeted. "Web-brain?"

"You had a run in wit 'm before ya got outta Tarn," Jazz said. "Ya went AWOL straight outta basic, lookin' to settle a score."

"I..." Cheetor shrank in his chair.

"Whatever ya can tell me, Cheetor," Jazz said, soft and patient. His subordinate was spooked, so spooked his bravado could not rise up enough to hide it. "It's important. I need to track 'm down. A mechlin's life might be at stake."

"The bitlet," Cheetor flinched like he had been struck. "Prowl..."

"Ya know 'bout Prowl's bitlet?" Jazz asked, surprised by the revelation.

"I... I was a youngling," Cheetor said. "Web-brain caught me in his web. He was going to drain me of my mechfluid. Prowl, I didn't know his designation at the time appeared. He was... he was naked except for these these rings around his wrists. I recognized them. They would put them on debt slaves in the brothels to keep them from being able to transform and escape. His forge was swollen, he looked so... frail with that big belly, he looked so tired when he slipped me the scalpel. He bent over the counter and told Tarantulas the his perfect creation need more contributions. Tarantulas... giggled and scurried over. He didn’t... he just fragged, tricks on the street had better style. I got myself out of the web... We made optic contact, me and Prowl. He jerked his helm towards this tunnel. He told me to go, with his optics.  I went.”

“Scrap,” Jazz cursed.

“As soon as I was done basic I went back there,” Cheetor explained. “I’d learned how to fight, I thought I could get him and his bitty out but the lab was empty. It had been empty for a long time.”

“Ya ever speak to Prowl?” Jazz asked.

“No,” Cheetor shook his helm. “I didn’t think... I thought he wouldn’t want the reminder. I hurt Bots talking, you know how he was found, how he was enlisted and I thought, maybe that monster ate his bitlet... I didn’t want to remind him.”

“Ya did the right thing gettin’ out,” Jazz said. “Ya did what he wanted ‘n I bet he’d be glad to see what a brave, young mech ya turned into.”

“I heard what Vortex did to him,” Cheetor said. “Or what they’re saying. Some of them are saying he asked for it.”

“Prowl put ‘mself in harms way to protect my twins,” Jazz replied. “He didn’t ask for scrap. He told me about his bitlet. Told me he don’t feel ‘m no more but don’t feel a broken bond either. ‘M lookin’ to sniff Tarantulas out. I don’t suppose ya can tell me more ‘bout his ole lair?”

“I’ll tell you everything I know!” Cheetor said. “I... I can help. I’m sure I can help. I’m fast! I bet I could distract him so you can get after the bitty.”

“Let’s just start wit ya tellin’ me what ya know.”

They had never been lovers. True, there was a chance that they had been and Prowl saw the errors of his ways, but Jazz did not think so. Prowl would not have let that he had experienced a change of spark. This was Prowl, he would have either shot Tarantulas in the back of the helm or he would have just slipped off when Tarantulas had been distracted.  He had been a prisoner, under Praxus as the Decepticons had been looting the city, before the explosion and he had been a prisoner when he had been ensparked. Had Tarantulas guessed Prowl’s part in Cheetor’s escape? What sort of punishment might Prowl have suffered for rescuing the youngling?

He could not ask, not yet. The Twins walked alongside him with the crystals they had chosen for Prowl. Jazz had given in to their pleading and let them each choose their own arrangement for Prowl. They deployed Grade A guilt trips and Jazz had walked away from the florist with an arrangement of crystals to give himself. He thought the datapads he had boxed would probably be a more Prowl gift, but there was no telling no to the Twins when they got like this. Maybe Jazz was too permissive a procreator, but he could not find a reason to say no when they only wanted him to be nice to their favourite mech.

How in Primus’ designation had Jazz missed how much they adored Prowl for three vorns? They were not just comfortable with him, they actually loved him and Jazz had just figured they had been sneaking into his office to get a rise out of the most stalwart Autobot on the planet. His preconceptions, misconceptions of Prowl had put blinders on Jazz. He should have listened less to Chromedome, because Jazz knew what kind of boss Prowl was, he was coming to question if everything Chromedome had said all these vorns could have been lies.

“Prowl!” Sideswipe held the arrangement he had chosen out as they stormed into the Praxian’s treatment room. He set the datapad he had been holding down. Prowl smiled. It was the tiniest squirk of his mouth and a crinkling at the end of his optics. Holy Primus. Might Prowl love them back? “We brought ya crystals! Aren’t they pretty?”

“They are,” Prowl said.

“Granny says crystals help mecha heal,” Sideswipe explained as he placed the crystals on the table next to Prowl’s berth. “Because they’re bright ‘n happy.”

“Yer granny’s fond o’ crystals,” Jazz said.

Sunstreaker held the crystals he had chosen up to Prowl, then set them down on the table next to Sideswipe’s selection. He confidence bred from familiarity, he climbed onto the medberth and sat sat down next to him. Jazz was speechless. He knew Sunny was a cuddler but Sunny was picky. He loved to cuddle him, his twin, Punch, no one else. Sideswipe was not nearly so coordinated as Sunstreaker and he clamoured, or tried to clamour onto the berth. Jazz quickly set the box and crystals he was carrying down and scooped Sideswipe up and then set him down with Sunstreaker.

“He didn’t jerk ya, I hope?” Jazz asked. Prowl shook his helm.

“Even if he did, I would not feel it,” he replied. “Ratchet has not reactivated my relays.”

“Don’t forget to give Prowl your crystals,” Sideswipe chastened his progenitor and Jazz smiled at him.

“Did you harass your progenitor to give me crystals?” Prowl asked and Jazz felt bad that he had come to that conclusion. He made to attempt to save face.

“They did,” Jazz said. “Got an audial full ‘bout turnin’ up empty servoed. My Ori’s right though. Crystals help ya heal.”

Prowl’s optics were the same colour of the celestite in the arrangement Jazz had chosen and he had not noticed it. He set the arrangement on the other table. Between the artwork covering the walls and the crystals covering the tables, Prowl’s treatment room looked bright and full of love. When Prowl looked down at the Twins, his optics sparkled like the crystal. They went opaque when they fell on Jazz. The expression, the optics were the window to the spark, had never held truer for any mech.

“Ya still torturin’ yerself wit Optimus’ sap?” Jazz asked.

“This one is the worst yet,” Prowl said. “Not only is the plot full of holes, the dialogue is awful and it is riddled with grammatical errors.”

“Ya been correctin’ it in yer helm, ain’t ya?” Jazz asked.

“Perhaps,” Prowl replied and when he looked at Jazz there was a spark, a sparkle and Jazz laughed.

“Well, I brought ya somethin’ better,” he said. “A bunch of mysteries ‘n historical fiction. I thought that’d be more yer thing.”

“Yes, absolutely,” Prowl replied and somehow he looked brighter, lighter. Jazz set the box down next to the crystals. “Thank you.”

“Y’re welcome,” Jazz said. “Why don’t ya show Prowl that picture ya been working on Sunny?”

“Oh, ya!” Sunstreaker exclaimed. He was excite as he pulled out his sketchpad and turned it on. “I drew crystals.”

“That is beautiful,” Prowl replied. Jazz sat down in the chair next to the berth as rested his ped on the edge. Sunstreaker showed Prowl all the little details he had been working on. Sideswipe told Prowl about the raise he had won. Prowl nodded along and smiled the barely perceptible smile. Jazz was getting an idea what sort of originator Prowl had been to his bitlet, a soft, patient and loving one. He hoped to Primus that Ostaros was somewhere for him to find. This originator ought to have his bitlet in his arms again. It was long overdue.