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I know Christmas is over now, but I kept thinking about holiday-themed ways to be mean to bitties. Of course you could thread ribbons through their bones and use them as decorations, just to listen to the crying and begging of your bittybones ornaments slowly trail off into nothing, maybe put a hot bulb inside them to make them glow... but then there's the more psychological side, getting them hyped up for presents and then giving them nothing because they've been bad, or giving them only terrible gifts, like a "special necklace" that's actually a shock collar, or maybe some newspaper to line their cage with or just an old sock-- stuff that makes it clear you just didn't care at all about doing anything for them for Christmas, because they're basically just a burden that gives nothing back.

OOOOOOHHH I LOVE this ideas so much!!! This sounds so fun!! Nothing better to get you in that christmas spirit than to torment your useless little bitty in every way possible lol. Here’s some more christmas themed ideas for you. I may have gotten a bit carried away with some but I hope you like them!! Happy holidays!!

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

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A Softybones who finds the perfect napping spot in a stocking by the fire. However, what he doesn’t know is that the stocking has a hole at the bottom, so once he hops in, hoping to find a warm and cozy spot to enter his daily slumber, he slips through the hole and falls directly into the fire. Of course, he screeches and cries at the top of his tiny little lungs because he’s literally burning and melting, but his owners just ignore him as he burns and melts into a puddle of nothing. Once he’s finally gone, the family goes back to opening their presents, as if nothing happened

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Your Sansy has done nothing of use since you brought him home from the adoption center, and no matter what you try, he outright refuses to help in any way. He doesn’t care if he leaves a massive mess every time he enters the fridge for a snack nor cares enough to clean his gross little cage everytime he does his business.

Suddenly, you get an idea to make him useful for once. You make him an tiny angel costume - a bitty diaper, a halo made from a pipecleaner and a pair of wings made from cardstock - and forcefully dress him up against his will. Once he’s all dressed up, he’s clearly humiliated, but you’re not done yet.

Before he can protest or take off his ridiculous costume, you shove a cotton ball deep into his throat. As he chokes and tries to pluck the cottonball out of his throat, you tie up his arms and legs together with some gold ribbon. He’s immobile and helpless and is terrified of what you’ll do to him.

Finally, you hang him on the christmas tree, using his tied up arms as the hook. He squirms and tries to spit the cottonball out, but he can’t as it is way too big to do so by himself. He stops moving as much once he realizes you hung him at the highest spot on the tree, so if he managed to free himself, the fall could easily kill him. You can hear his muffled pleas and apologies, begging to be freed and let go.

But you ignore him and leave him hanging on the tree, ready to be humiliated by all your friends and family who are on their way to celebrate with you. They all point and laugh once they see him, and he spends the rest of the night being utterly ashamed and humiliated, trying not to cry.

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A spoiled and ungrateful Blueberry constantly throws tantrums every christmas everytime he opens his presents and they’re not the right color or don’t look like they do on tv. He thinks he’s entitled to others’ gifts and has been caught opening gifts that weren’t for him, defending himself by saying he deserves those too because he’s “the gweat and wovable Blueberry!! The bestest behaved bitty evah!! MWEH!!”.

This Christmas you decide you, or in this case “Santa”, wont get him anything at all, but you plan to really drive the message home to the little pest. Once you and your family are opening the presents, Blueberry screeches and cries everytime a present isn’t for him. Throwing himself on the floor, kicking and slamming his fists as he throws a fit.

At the end, once all presents are opened and gone, Blueberry is inconsolable, crying nonstop because “how dare Santa forget about him!”. You see your chance and get close to him, looking him dead in the eyes, and tell him: “Well, Santa himself told me that you’ve been such an unbearable and ungrateful little brat that he decided you’ll be on the naughty list forever, and he won’t ever bother delivering gifts for you ever again. In fact, he told me I should take away all the toys and nice things from your cage since you don’t value what you’re given.”

Cue even more crying and screeching from an utterly heartbroken Blueberry who just realized he’ll never recieve any gifts ever again. His crying increases even more once he runs to his little cage and sees all his toys, bitty furniture, water bottle and all other luxuries are completely gone.

You force him to watch as you shove all his belongings on the fireplace: his favorite bandana, his racecar bed, his favorite teddy bear, etc. All reduced to ashes. He cries and begs you to stop even getting to his kness to plead with big fats tears rolling down his cheeks.

Blueberry is inconsolable, his furniture is gone, his nice clothes are gone, his toys are gone, his fancy cage is now empty and Santa hates him forever!!! He’s never allowed to keep anything ever again and spends the rest of his life pathetically begging for his things back, and regretting his every action to the very end.

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Your Papy bitty has been nothing but a nuisance since the moment he got home. His failed attempts at helping you end up making the mess even bigger, leaving you to clean up after him and to do even more work. Everytime you want a calm and silent moment to yourself, he screeches and whines that he needs to be with you, demanding you place him near your soul immediately. You were actually close to dusting him that one time he tried helping you wrap some gifts but ended up unwrapping the ones you had already done, insisting you were doing it wrong and that he’d wrap them “the right way”. Except “the right way” ended up looking like it was made by a messy two year old.

One snowy morning, Papy hops into your bed and starts jumping nonstop on top of you, squealing about the snow and ordering you to get up to play and make a snowman with him. Although you wake up incredibly annoyed and angry at him, you get an idea. You help him get dressed into his tiny winter clothes and open the door to your backyard. He runs outside and squeals in excitement, he loves the snow!!! He makes pea-sized snowballs and a small snowman his size, he makes tons of snow angles and even builds himself a snowfort!!

All throughout, you watch him from inside the house, there’s no way you’re stepping outside at such low temperatures! You carefully close the door to the backyard, making sure to lock it as silently as possible to keep him from noticing, and go back to your warm and cozy bed, snuggling under the covers and drifting off to sleep without that annoying thing bothering you.

After hours of playing in the snow, Papy is exhausted and could really use a warm bath or some hot cocoa right about now! He goes up to the door but notices its closed, “Oh, they probably didn’t notice they locked the door!! They’re probably nearby!! Surely my dear owner would NEVER leave me alone, locked out in the snow!! Nyeh!!” He says to himself. He tries knocking the door, calling your name thinking you’ll probably hear him and let him inside.

He keeps on knocking, and as time passes the knocking gets more and more desperate. Its getting colder and darker, and Papy is growing hungrier and colder by the minute. “HUMAN!!! HEWWO??? AM HUNGWY!!! PWEASE LET INSIDE!!!” He yells, using his annoying baby voice thinking that could do the trick, but nope. You’re still cozy and comfortable in bed, deep in your slumber and having wonderful dreams, dreams were Papy gets crushed into dust multiple times nonstop.

The sky gets darker and the air gets colder, and before Papy even notices it’s already night. He’s freezing, his bones are frozen and he can’t feel his fingers or feet. He keeps knocking, more like banging, on the door, scratching and trying to pry it open. He’s desperate as his delicate bones freeze slowly and painfully. He keeps crying out your name, begging to be let in and apologizing for whatever he did that made you angry. He tries looking for other ways inside. But all windows and doors are locked.

Despite the despair, he tries not to cry to avoid his tears from freezing and sticking to his face. He tries getting as close to the door as possible, hoping to feel even the slightest hint of warmth from inside. He closes his eyes as he hugs himself, hoping to wake up back inside wrapped in warm clothes and showered with love.

The next morning you wake up nicely rested and relaxed. No annoying squeaky voice to scream your ear off at your every step. You take a look trough the window to the backyard and there’s no Papy on sight. Earlier that morning there was an tiny pile of dust outside the backyard door, with Papy’s tiny winter clothes on top, but as the morning progressed it mixed with the snow and the clothes were blown away by the wind. You put on some cozy pajamas and make youself some hot chocolate, you relax the rest of the day binging your favorite christmas movies and enjoying your now bitty-free life.

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A person decides the best gift to give their partner this christmas is an adorable little Blueberry!! How wonderful!! How cute!! The Blueberry is more than overjoyed, he’s so excited to get a warm home with yummy food and wonderful toys and all the love he could ever ask for!!!

He even sticks out his tongue to the other bitties as he’s being picked up by the Bitty Shop employee and prepared to be taken home. He’s so special and important!! Once he arrives to his new home, he’s super clingy with his new Daddy!! He’s so happy to be here!! He can’t wait to meet Mommy too!!

Daddy sticks a cute metallic blue bow on Blueberry’s head and places him inside a a wrapped gift box. Blueberry waits in anticipation for the moment where his new Mommy opens the box and sees him!! He’s sure she’ll love him too!!

Unfortunately, the couple ends up have a huge fight during christmas before they even get to open their gifts. Blueberry hears them screaming and calling each other horrible names. He cries, he’s so scared, why are Mommy and Daddy fighting?

Suddenly he hears things being thrown around, specifically each other’s gifts. Oh no!! All those nice gifts they got each other!! The sound of things breaking can be heard from all the gifts that get thrown around. Blueberry is terrified, it’s christmas!! Its supposed to be all about meeting their new bitty and showering him with love!!

Suddenly, Blueberry jumps to his feet as he feels his box being picked up, its his time to shine!! Surely his cuteness will be enough to stop the fight and bring peace back into his new hom. Surely Mommy and Daddy will love him so much they’ll stop fighting!! He finds himself smiling as widely as possible, trying to put up the “widdle baby” act as best as he can. He’s face to face with his new Mommy, who is staring down at him with a… disgusted expression?!

“I TOLD YOU I DIDNT WANT ONE OF THESE SHITTY THINGS!! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU GIVE ME A BITTY WHEN YOU KNOW I FUCKING HATE THE THINGS!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!” She screeches in Daddy’s direction.

H-huh?

“WELL IF YOURE GONNA BE A BITCH ABOUT IT THEN THROW THE THING AWAY, ITS NOT LIKE I SPENT MUCH ON IT OR ON YOU ANYWAY!!” Daddy snaps back.

W-What?!?

Before Blueberry can even open his mouth, he’s flying all the way across the room and hitting the wall skull-first.

*CRACK*

His skull cracks right in the middle and his lower jaw gets shattered completely. Blueberry is screeching in pain, big blue tears cascading nonstop, he’s so confused but can’t even ask Mommy nor Daddy for help. His jaw is broken and he cannot speak, he’s crying but Mommy and Daddy are too busy throwing things at each other to care.

He tries holding his jaw together, barely babbling to Daddy, begging for monster candy. Daddy, incredibly furious, grabs him by the legs and starts swinging him and smashing the bitty’s head against a nearby table nonstop. He’s probably trying to hurt his partner by destroying the gift he got her.

The next morning, the now broken Blueberry gets returned to the shop. The employee is a bit surprised by just how horrendous the thing looks now. He’s barely recognizable as a Blueberry and cannot even speak anymore. Tears fall nonstop from his cracked eyes, one eyelight is gone.

He has no chance of being adopted again by an owner, no one would want an ugly broken bitty like that one, especially not during the holidays. The employee decides to shove him in the Discount Bin, maybe there’s someone that could use him as a guinea pig for an experiment or as live feed for their pet.

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During the holidays, you can see Bitty Shops giving the craziest discounts any shop could give, and bitties seem to try their hardest to appear as charming and cute as possible. Sometimes you can even see some bitties on the shop windows straight up begging passerby to adopt them, crying and on their knees. They seem desperate and scared that the end of the year is near, because they know what happents to the bitties on the shops that do not get sold before the New Year arrives.

Once New Years Eve arrives, the unsold bitties get tied up to fireworks by the shop employees, being set off to fly across the sky and then blow up in a delightful show of dust, light and color. Everybody loves seeing the fireworks for New Years Eve, the colors are wonderful and seeing poor crying bitties blowing up in the sky is always a fun experience for the whole family!!

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Your younger brother had a habit of shaking his gifts first to figure out what they were. You often adviced him against it, telling him that one day he would end up breaking one of his gifts that way. He often ignored your advice, until that christmas morning where you saw him shaking a particular gift extremely hard. You could hear something small rattling and squeaking inside, and even some very faint cracking sounds, but he still couldn’t figure out what it was.

You assumed he finally learned his lesson once he opened the box to find a Sansy bitty inside, with all his bones broken and shattered into pieces and with both arms already turning into dust. He could barely speak as all his teeth had broken and he couldn’t even move as his legs had just began dusting.

Your parents decided to simply flush him down the toilet, not even considering monster candy or any other remedy. It’s not like your brother particularly cared for the bitty anyways, since you saw him quickly move on to the next gift as if nothing had happened, but you did notice that he stopped shaking his gifts after that incident.

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Cherry cried nonstop as you hung him up in the tree, at the highest spot near the bright glowing star. You had shoved him inside one of those DIY ornaments that were made of clear plastic and were hollow inside. He banged the plastic capsule nonstop, begging you to please take him down, promising to be more grateful for the gifts you give him from now own.

You shook your head at that, maybe he should’ve been more grateful for the used trash you sloppily wrapped up for him. He should be happy to recieve even a cup of dirt, he should be grateful despite how horrible or awful your gifts for him were. Its the least he could do after being such a useless burden that provided nothing and only pissed and cried all day.

He panicked and began soiling himself once he saw you walk away back to your bedroom. He begged you in tears to not leave him here, PLEASE!! ITS TOO HIGH!! ITS COLD!! PLEASE LET HIM OUT!! THIS ORNAMENT IS TOO SMALL!! HE CANT BREATHE!! HES SCARED!! PLEASE!! His inconsolable screams intensify once he hears you close and lock your bedroom door. He’s drowining in his own waste, left all alone at such a high spot on the tree. He keeps calling your name between sobs, but you ignore him.

The next morning, you find the broken shards of the ornament on the floor. There’s dust scattered around as well, and you find Cherry’s little soiled pajamas at the top of one of the little dust piles. You shrug and decide to make yourself a nice coffee to start your day. Afterall, you had better things to do like that christmas lunch with friends!

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#bittybones #bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty torture #bitty bullying #tried something different by specifying the bitty breeds to maybe give some clearer imagery #hmm i feel like some ideas here kind of drift away from the christmas theme…

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itty-bitty-mess · 5 months

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Well, I don't know what happened with the previous download link, but this should be a little more stable... Sorry about that!

Spaces around the periods again, so that the ask doesn't get deleted by tumblr.

drive . google . com/file/d/1GVnGEtnMDuONgEO1pSv7p8giUpiExxcR/view?usp=drivesdk

Aaaaa!!! Thank you very much!!! I dont know what happened either, but thank you again!! I will update the other post with the new link, but once again: if anyone’s worried, the link is 100% safe!!

Anyways, thank you once again for the time and effort you took to share your writing with others!! I just wanna apologize once again for th inconvenience with the link, no idea what happened there. But I hope you have some happy holidays and a happy new year!! ^_^

Here’s the clickable link for those who might need it!!

drive.google.com/file/d/1GVnGEtnMDuONgEO1pSv7p8giUpiExxcR/view?usp=drivesdk

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty torture #bitty bullying #bittybones #ask

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itty-bitty-mess · 5 months

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Okay, so here's the download link for the SlayBelle story archive (many of the stories also have art). The link should be good for two years from today. You'll just have to remove the spaces before and after the period! Thanks and happy holidays!

file . io/ztQFh5YpXtt4

Thank you SO much!!! I really appreciate the time you took to contact me to allow others to enjoy your content through this archive!! Your writing is amazing and uses very fun and interesting ideas for bitty whump!! Its always great to see more content of this kind being shared around since, aside from the current active blogs, most of the old bitty whump blogs seem to have deactivated, unfortunately. Which makes this archive being shared even more appreciated!! I wish you happy holidays and a happy new year, thank you again!! Hope you have a great day! ^_^

Edit: the link in the ask doesn’t work anymore!! But a new link has been provided right here:

drive.google.com/file/d/1GVnGEtnMDuONgEO1pSv7p8giUpiExxcR/view?usp=drivesdk

Also. In case anyones worried, this new link is 100% safe!!!

#bitty whump #bitty abuse #bitty torture #bitty bullying #bittybones #ask

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itty-bitty-mess · 5 months

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Hey, I came back to Tumblr after ages away and was so happy to find your blog! It's neat to see that someone is still posting bitty whump and carrying the torch, and you're so creative.

My blog used to be "slaybellebittyhell," and there used to be a post floating around with the email where folks could ask me for a copy of the PDF of pretty much all the stories and art from that blog, but then that person also deleted their blog!

I wonder if you, as a popular bitty whump blog, might be okay with posting that email, or maybe even just a download link for the whole PDF? I feel like those of us who enjoy this content are always hunting for new stuff to read.

Hii!!! First off, thank you very much ^_^!! its an honor to recieve an ask from you and im glad you enjoy my content!! I remember searching around tumblr in the hopes of finding if any of your stories were still around since you had already deactivated when i decided to join!

I also wasn’t aware of that blog with the email! I think that blog had also deactivated when i joined. But anyways, I’d be more than glad to post the download link on my blog, because i agree that, at least for me, i’m always looking for more bitty whump to read haha. Anyways, thank you again!! Hope you have a great day!!! ^_^

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #ask

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itty-bitty-mess · 5 months

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Ok ok but think about it. A bitty sixbones.

OOOOH!! I LOVE that!!

Hmm, i think it wouldn’t be too out of the realm of possibility to make your own sixbones bitty. Considering their small size and extremely weak magic, i think it’d be pretty easy to get their forms to start getting all goopy and melty by injecting them with even the smallest ammount of DETERMINATION. Perhaps that’s the type of experiments bitties get subjected to in clandestine laboratories, to see the extent of just how much they can take before they dust.

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

TW: Body Horror?

Now, imagine a stray Sansy and Papy getting picked up from the streets, maybe believing that all the horrible pain and abuse they’ve endured is finally over and they’ll be taken to a warm loving home so they can finally heal. Of course, that is not the case and in fact, it’s a very curious scientist who picks them up.

Once they arrive to their new “home”, they are immediately placed in one of those surgery tables, held in place by strong sticky tape. They scream and cry and squeak in confusion, where are the warm beds and yummy food that the scientist had promised them on the ride home? The Sansy screeches and demands the scientist to free them but instead they both get injected with pure concentrated DETERMINATION.

Suddenly, the stuff they’ve endured on the streets looks like nothing compared to the agonizing pain they feel as their bodies begin melting. The Papy, much younger than the Sansy, cries in pain and screeches for his brother to help him. Finally, the scientist frees them from their restrains and, despite their melting forms, they drag themselves to the other. The Sansy just wants to embrace his baby brother in a hug, tell him that they’ll escape this horrible place together.

But once they finally hug, the Sansy realizes that their forms are melting together, combining into one. The Papy’s panicked screams sound muffled as he melts into his older brother. The Sansy is horrified, he doesn’t know what to do. Bones melt and combine with each other…

The next day, the new bitty abomination gets tossed back into the streets, trying but failing to move in their new form. The pain is unbearable and they wish they could just get dusted at that point, unfortunately, thanks to the new determination in their tiny body, they are much more resistant than the average bitty. So while maybe one day they’ll be able to dust, it will take putting them through something barely survivable for that to happen…

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty torture #bitty bullying #bittybones #sansy #papy #sixbones #man… after writing this now i just feel sad for these guys :(

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itty-bitty-mess · 6 months

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

Currently thinking about separating bitties from their babies. Just think about it, your tiny little bitty has just given birth, tears of joy stream down his face, his little soul is filled with pure love for this tiny little thing, he has quickly latched onto the thumbnail-sized skele baby and has formed an emotional bond that would be unbreakable.

He is hugging it, holding it close in his arms, cooing to the little thing, telling it about all the wonderful things he and the newborn will do together and promising that you'll take care of both him and the baby. One of those things is true, actually. Because no matter how attached and protective a bitty gets towards his baby, he's straight up incapable of taking care of it.

They were created and made to be eternally childish, referring to their owners as "Mommy" and "Daddy", often finding pleasure on simple things like treats, toys or cartoons, not made to develop a true sense of responsability. Some are even unable to function properly by themselves (like Cherries), while others are eternally stuck on being little childish brats with massive egos (like Baby Blues and, to some extent, Papys). Some are highly aggressive and will most likely hurt anything that moves or breathes on their direction, even babybones (like Edgies). They rely solely on their owner and exist in a world not made for creatures their size. In a world were anyone and anything can accidentally dust them if they are in the wrong place at the wrong time. They're useless as parents and are unable to keep their babies alive without accidentally dusting them somehow.

Your bitty carefully places his beloved little baby on your hand, he trusts you and wants to show off his little one to you. He feels extremely proud of himself. He genuinely believes that youll give it back, but you wont, for the good of the little baby, of course.

Your bitty screams and cries as he sees you rise back up with the baby still on your palm. He doesnt understand whats happening, why are you taking his baby away?? Give it back!! Thats his baby!! HE made it, not you!! He demands you put the baby down, give it back to him, please!! He breaks down on full sobs as you step away from the cardboard box he's in, the one he gave birth in. He can't see you anymore, but he can hear his baby crying!! Give it back!! Please!! His baby needs him!!

But the reality is that his baby DOESNT need him, in fact, his own immaturity is a bigger danger to the baby than you are. He bangs on the walls of the box, you make your way to the door, going into a different room but he can still hear his baby crying. PLEASE GIVE IT BACK!! PLEASE DONT TAKE AWAY HIS BABY, PLEASE NOT HIS BABY!!!! NOT HIS DEAR LITTLE BABY!!! HE JUST GAVE BIRTH TO IT, GIVE IT BACK!! GIVE HIS BABY BACK!!

He stops banging the insides of the box, as he hears you close the room's door. He's alone, without his baby, without the little joyful soul he carried on his ecto belly for months, without a part of himself. His eyes land on the floor inside the box, which had been covered with newspaper for the baby's birth. He feels his breath catch on his throat, he feels dizzy and even throws up a little.

Finally, he breaks down crying. Loud sobs echo through the house, he falls to his knees, utterly heartbroken. HIS BABY!! GIVE HIS BABY BACK!! HE NEEDS HIS BABY!! PLEASE!! GIVE HIS LITTLE BABY BACK!! ITS HIS, NOT YOURS!! HE NEEDS TO HOLD HIS LITTLE ONE ON HIS ARMS!! PLEASE DONT TAKE IT AWAY!! HE NEEDS TO SEE HIS SWEET LITTLE BABY, PLEASE JUST ONE LAST TIME!!

He screams, and cries. He drags himself across the floor. He's utterly heartbroken, he feels like his little soul is about to shatter into a million pieces. His colored tears stain his face, which is contorted in the most heartbreaking, pained expression youve ever seen. Months of love and anticipation gone in seconds, alongside his baby. He screams his baby's name, the one he chose all by himself, as if somehow that would make it suddenly appear on his arms.

He hugs himself, imagining he's still holding his little bundle of joy. He touches his belly where his baby once was, tears fall nonstop, maybe if he wished hard enough a new soul would appear on his belly and he would get a new baby, one you would not be able to take away from him, one that he would care for on his own and love and adore and protect and feed all by himself without anyone separating them.

But that would never happen, because even if he was ever allowed to get another baby, he would accidentally neglect it, trip and drop it or feed it poison unknowingly. It just isn't on a bitty's nature to be a good parent, they were designed to be immature playthings, they were not made with the idea of them being decent guardians to their offspring.

You place the little baby on his new home, a big plastic tub. There's other babybones there, theyre all either asleep or exploring their little enclosure, not even missing the bitty parents they were recently separated from. The tub has tall enough walls so that curious babies cant crawl out of it. The bottom is covered with an extra fluffy towel, cushioning them from the hard plastic of the container.

The newborn baby looks at you with curiosity and adoration on its big eyes, it smiles and giggles a little when you smile back at it, extending its little arms on your direction. You just know that, while the bitty parent is on the other room on the verge of dusting out of pure heartbreak, the little baby he's crying for already forgot about his existence for good...

#bittybones #bitty whump #bitty abuse #bitty torture #bitty bullying #babybones

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itty-bitty-mess · 6 months

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

TW: bitty melting alive

”Muh-Mummah? Is ow new home scawwy?” The young little Cherry asked, as he rested on his new Mummah’s palm. He was the youngest of his litter, and hadn’t even reached full bitty adulthood yet. He had just been adopted and was more than excited to get to his new home.

“Of course not, sweatheart. You’re gonna love your new home! I’m actually a baker, you know? And Im sure you’ll love all the yummy little pastries I'll make for you. In fact, I decided to adopt you because I thought I could use a little extra sweetness in my life!” She said with a soothing, gentle voice, as she gently booped the thumb-sized skeleton on his nose cavity with the thumb of her other hand.

Cherry giggled like a little kid and, for the first time on his short life, he felt safe and loved. Little red tears of joy formed on his eyes as he held on to his Mummah’s thumb, wrapping both his arms around it. He closed his eyes, feeling sleepy and content, excited to get home and recieve all that love that Mummah promised. He finally drifted off to sleep, thinking about all the wonderful things his new Mummah had in store for him.

When they arrived home, Mummah gently placed Cherry on the counter and began unpacking the little bag with all bitty necessity items. A tiny portable potty, an extra pair of clothes, a matchbox-sized box of diapers, and a small packet of bitty kibble that would last for a week at least.

“Mummah? Upsie pwease?” Little Cherry asked enthusiatically as he spread out his arms. However, she didn’t respond as she listed off the items she had just unpacked, she seemed to be thinking to herself about something. Cherry could only make out the words "oven" and "quick", unable to figure out what she was talking about specifically.

“Mummah?” Cherry repeated as he extended his arms hoping she would pick him up again, tears formed in his little eyes at her silence. He didn’t like being ignored “Mummah!!! Upsie!!! PWEASE?”

“In a moment sweetie, I'm deciding which things I’ll actually need from here.” After a minute of whining and crying from Cherry, she finally decided she’d throw everything away aside from the diapers. “There we go, I don’t think you’ll need a potty just yet. You seem pretty young after all, not even a full adult just yet, your bones are still soft and squishy. Just the perfect thing I need for my-“ she stopped herself in her tracks. "Oh I mean, so soft and squishy, how adorable!".

Cherry felt a bit offended by that, and a little hurt. His face turned a little red as he stared at Mummah, hoping she’d maybe take it back or at least pick him up again. He wasn’t a baby! He was just young but he was about to turn into an adult in a few months! However, it seemed like Cherry had only payed attention to the last bit, as he panicked and demanded Mummah to stop once he saw her throwing his stuff on the trash.

“W-W-WAIT MUH-MUMMAH STOOP!! DOS ARE MY THINGIES!!”

“Oh sweetie, you wont need those. I’ll get you even better clothes and feed you super yummy food! Much better and yummier than that dry bitty kibble”

“Yu-yummier?”

“Yes! In fact, how about we get you all nice and clean and then you can feast in as many treats as you want!” Cherry beamed at that, a nice warm bath and yummy treats sounded really nice right now. Compared to the cold showers and dry kibble from the adoption center, this sounded like pure luxury. He jumped up and down as he cheered with joy, hoping Mummah would carry him to the promised warm bath, and she did.

He saw as she filled a plastic bucket with water and grabbed a frog shaped sponge. He giggled when she made a little voice for the frog and he greeted it back, playing along. Once she placed the sponge down, Mummah sweetly instructed him to take his tiny clothes off. Cherry was unsure about that, he had never been “nakey” in front of anyone other than other bitties. It’s not like he had anything to hide, but he was still pretty ashamed. She insisted, promising that the water in the little pot was nice and that he would recieve a yummy treat after this. After a lot of convincing, he finally relented. He carefully slipped out of his tiny red sweater and little pants and carefully placed them on the side of the sink.

Mummah politely thanked him and carefully grabbed him to place him inside the bucket. Cherry was expecting her to gently place him inside the water, after all this was his very first bath at home. He didn’t expect her to drop him so suddenly in the water, neither did he expect the water to be so, so hot…

“AAAAAAAA MUMMAH MUMMAH HURTS HURTS IT HURTS IT HOT PWEASE HEWP PWEASE IT HOT TOO HOT” he screeched in a panic. Everything was great and perfect a second ago, why was it so hot? Why did she drop him like that?? Why did it hurt?

”Oh sorry sweetie, you need this bath. You smell terrible, like straight up dog waste, and I cannot let that putrid smell inside my house. I also don’t want you spreading any more of those germs you brought from the adoption center. But dont worry sweetie this will just hurt a bit, then we can cuddle and you’ll get those sweet yummy treats I promised!” She giggled, she didn’t seemed phased by his screeching and begging.

Cherry seemed close to a panic attack, like was usual for his breed. The water was scalding hot, it burnt his bones and even caused certain bit of his bones to flake off. It burnt like an absolute nightmare. He cried, he screeched, he pissed himself out of panic and fear. It hurt, it burnt, please make it stop. He tried climbing out of the bucket but she simply pushed him back down, it was too tall for him anyways so its not like he could actually escape.

Cherry thought that she would finally take him out of the boiling water once he saw her hand reaching out to him. But instead, she grabbed him in place with one hand, while the other had the frog-shaped sponge on hand. The sponge had two sides, a soft one and a raspy one made of metal. She decided it would be best to use the raspy metal side.

The seemingly innocent sponge began scrubbing all of Cherry’s tiny body. It hurt, it scratched and even caused bits of his bones to flake off even more. It was too much stress and pain for a little bitty of his age and size. Bitties were delicate things, they needed special sponges and scrubbers that were gentle on their bones. This one clearly was made for dishes, yet it seemed like the scrubber side was completely intact, almost as if it was new.

Once that was done, Cherry could only breathe for a bit until she grabbed the soap bottle, shoving the opening on his mouth and squeezing. In seconds, Cherry felt a yucky, sticky substance entering his mouth. He coughed and cried. Then it began filling his eye sockets, his ribcage and his nose cavity. He couldnt breathe. It burnt his insides and irritated his internal magic, all he could do was scream and cry. Begging for this nightmare to end. All he wanted right now was to eat those yummy treats she had promised and take another nap. He could barely breathe and choked as he kept being forced to swallow soap. He felt he was about to dust out of sheer panic.

Finally, she roughly grabbed him again, squeezing his ribcage, and began dunking him in and out of the water bucket nonstop. Cherry couldn’t breathe. He choked on the water and even almost threw up a bit. The constant dunking was too much, and the soap was still inside his skull and mouth. It seemed it wouldnt wash off. The dunking got faster and Cherry could feel like his skull was about to pop off due to the sheer ammount of force being used. He began getting dizzy.

Finally, Mummah decided he was clean enough and took him out of the water. She gently dried him up with an extra fluffy towel and gave him a little kiss on the forehead, calling him a good boy. Cherry was still crying, sobbing out loud like a newborn baby, but it slowly began subsiding into tiny little sobs. This was way too scary for him and he would need some time to get over it.

She gently placed him on the bed, still wrapped in the towel like a burrito, a whispered sweet little words on his ear. She shushed his crying and told him she loved him a lot. This seemed to ease the little bitty. As his crying and sobbing finally stopped and he went back to giggling like a baby once Mummah began tickling his little ecto belly. Cherry could feel his little stomach rumbling, he was beginning to get hungry.

“Um, Mummah? Cam I hav a tweat now pwease?” Cherry asked as he fiddled with his tiny thumbs. His bones were still sore but he felt better now. Everything was better now that Mummah loved him again. She giggled at his nervousness.

“Of course, sweetie. But before I make you a treat, how about we play for a bit and then you take a nap. Im sure that bath shook you a bit, hm?” She suggested, and Cherry couldn’t say no to such a suggestion. He loved to play! And naps! Those were like his second and third favorite things after yummy treats! He excitedly agreed and jumped up and down, still wrapped in the towel.

“UM, Muh-Mummah? Cam I hav mak cloths back pwease?” Cherry asked, feeling a bit self conscious.

“Oh sweetie, it looks like your tiny little clothes fell into the bathroom's garbage can, I'm really sorry about that." "W-WHAT?? MY- MY CWOTES AWE GONE??" Cherry was about to go back to crying like he was a minute ago. His clothes!! His favorite clothes were gone!! "Oh but dont you worry, we’re gonna play a very fun yet messy game! Im sure you wouldn't have want ed your clothes to get dirty, right?”

Cherry sniffled a little, trying to keep it together for Mummah, he didn't want to make her angry and get another awful bath. He tried to be positive about it, and part of him was excited at the prospect of not being limited by his tiny clothes while playing, so he cleaned the few tears that formed on his eyes and nodded, agreeing to whatever game Mummah wanted to play.

Mummah gently picked Cherry up, finally unwrapping him and letting him go free. Cherry was a bit nervous but also excited by being allowed to play without his clothes on, it felt freeing and new! Back in the adoption center, everyone would always yell at him and call him “a disgusting piece of shit” whenever he tried taking his clothes off. He would cry himself to sleep at that.

Once they arrived at the kitchen, Mummah placed him on the counter. She took out a huge plate and a huge container with a funny looking substance.

“Alright, sweetie. This is baking dough, now this isn’t for eating ok? This dough is only for playing. You can make any shapes and figures you want and once we’re done you can take a little nap!” She gleefully showed him how to shape dough and how to play with it. Oh, it was mushy and soft! Cherry had never felt anything like this before!

He spent at least three and a half hours shaping and making little dough figures alongside Mummah. He made tiny snowmen, stars and little cats his size. He made little flowers and gave them to Mummah, who was flattered, and even made a biiig dough heart with the writing “i <3 Mummah” on it. It was so much fun!! So much better than the horrible bath he had just experienced. Cherry was having so much fun, but he also felt a bit hungry and tired.

Mummah seemed to notice and offered to shape him a little comfy bed made of dough. At first, Cherry giggled at the idea, but he was pretty tired and the dough was so soft and squishy! Maybe a nap wasn’t such a bad idea…

Cherry laid down on the little square, and Mummah made sure to tuck him in with a thick sheet of dough on top of his body to keep him warm. He rested in the soft substance and felt comforted as Mummah made sure he was nicely tucked in place. She even offered him an actual cherry as a treat before naptime! Yummy!

Cherry ate the whole thing and finally drifted off to sleep with a full tummy and a soft bed made of dough. He slept, dreaming of wonderful things, of all the amazing adventures he and Mummah could go on together on the future, and he dreamt of getting lots of kissies and cuddles from her whenever he needed it. However, as his wonderful dreams progressed, Cherry began noticing that things began looking weirder and weirder everytime. The birght blue sky on his dream seemed to redden and his Mummah was nowhere to be found. The air felt hotter too, strange...

Suddenly, Cherry awoke in a panic as he realized the air began getting a little too hot in real life too. He realized he was in some sort of tiny room where a bright light was blinding him completely, so he had to squint his eyes. He began to sweat and panicked even more. Cherry tried getting off his doughy little bed but soon realized that he was immobile, it seemed like the dough had began hardening and even some bits had stuck to his bones a little too well. He was basically immobile from the neck down, and his skull has held in place by the once comfortable dough pillow he rested his head in.

"MUMMAH?? MUH-MUMMAH? WERE AWE YOU!!!! MUMMAH!!! MUMMAH HAWP PWEASE???" He couldn't move, all he could do was cry in a panic and try to free himself from the hardening dough. Surely Mummah would hear him and go to his rescue, right? She probably left him in this tiny room so he could rest better without nay disturbances, but now he was awake and needed help getting out of his doughy prison.

"MUMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!" He tried increasing his volume as best as he could but all he did was damage his throat. It hurt, but oh no, the temperature was seemingly getting higher. He was sweating magic now. His ecto body seemed to begin stinging due to how hot things were getting inside.

Cherry began panicking even more and his screaming increased once he felt his skull flaking off again. Oh god, it burns, its too hot in here, please make it stop pelase, it hurts so bad, please. He tried screaming, screeching. Calling out to Mummah, but it seemed like she couldn't hear him. Surely she was near, right? She would NEVER leave little baby Cherry all alone in such a hot room, right????

"MUMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! PWEASE HWEP PWEASE HEWP PWEASE IT BURNS IT BURNS IT HURFS PWEASE MUMMAAAAH" he screeched. His bones began cracking, little red magic leaking out of every single crack. His ecto body seemed to be boiling and the magic flesh began ripping and cracking at the surface, mixing with the burning dough.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MUMMAH HELP MUMMAH MOM HELP ME HELP ME PLEASE IT HURTS OH GOD IM BURNING MOM IM BURNING PLEASE HELP ME PLEEEASEE HELP HELP HELP ME SOMEONE HELP PLEASE" Cherry could feel his bones begin melting under the dough, losing their skeletical shape and becoming one with the soon-to-be bread. He could feel the top of his skull melting and sinking into itself. It seemed like bitty magic wasn't made to withstand high temperatures like those.

His skull kept melting, until his eye sockets were sealed shut by the process itself. His mouth melted shut as well. Anything under his neck was now a simple, shapeless mass that flawlessly seemed to mix with the dough. The dusting process seemed to have been halted by the melting itself, as if the dust began liquefying instead of crumbling down.

Cherry was still conscious, feeling everything. Feeling as his body turned into goo. Unable to scream, breathe or see anymore. His skull's face was now featureless and barely even looked like a skull anymore. He could only think to himself, as his consciousness slipped away and his entire being simply began fading from existence itself. It wasn't even a definitive sudden death like any other bitty would get once dusted. It was slow, so incredibly slow.

He wasn't even completely gone just yet. But he could barely feel anything at all. He could feel himself blending with the dough, becoming one with the pastry. Becoming yet another ingredient on the list. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was gone. No one would remember him, and he didn't even get to reach full adulthood like the rest of his litter did.

Mummah entered the kitchen and excitedly peeked through the oven window. Giggling as she saw the dough rise and take shape.

"Oh! Looks like my cherry pie is ready!~"

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty torture #bitty bullying #bittybones #self rb #sorry for rebloging again. i had to edit it again so here it is!

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we dont see a lot of whump surrounding sansies. Could you maybe share some ideas on how to torment and abuse a sansy in fun ways? i think, depending on what you do, his reactions could be extremely fun.

also, what do you think of this concept: a sansy getting abused so bad he starts behaving like a cherry

sansies are personally harder for me to write because i don't have the greatest grasp on their traits but this was a great way to practice

Give him chores! Sansy bitties are characteristically lazy but what's the point of having a bitty if it's not even willing to help out? It doesn't matter if the chores are exhausting or nearly impossible for a bitty to do; bitties should be willing to go to any lengths necessary to make their owners happy with. However, if you come home and your adorable sansy is taking a nap on a pillow instead of putting away all his little clothes... well, he must not be that grateful for all you've done.

Comedy can be subjective. Puns... are also subjective and hey can get annoying quick. If your sansy just won't stop making them, there is a few things you can do. Remember: groaning and complaining is still seen as a reaction and sansies might take it as a sign of encouragement instead of agitation. Instead, casually ignore him and/or pretend you didn't hear. Sometimes a calm and simple 'What? I don't get it.' or 'oh, was that supposed to be a joke? that's not very funny.' can be enough to disorder sansies. If you've tried again and again and nothing has worked, well, you can figure out something a bit harsher for a punishment... Maybe pull out a tooth every time he makes a pun?

also, I love the concept of a sansy being so broken that it behaves like a cherry... since it's still a sansy type first and foremost, i'd like to think that being an incontinent crybaby would be very humiliating for it mentally.

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty torture #sansy bitty #LOVE THIS!!#honestly. if the sansy hasnt put away his clothes once you arrive home then you should throw them away #that way itll be his own fault if his toys and clothes end up in the trash. all bc he didnt do his chores like he was supposed to

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

TW: bitty melting alive

“W-W-WAIT MUH-MUMMAH STOOP!! DOS ARE MY THINGIES!!”

“Oh sweetie, you wont need those. I’ll get you even better clothes and feed you super yummy food! Much better and yummier than that dry bitty kibble”

“Yu-yummier?”

“UM, Muh-Mummah? Cam I hav mak cloths back pwease?” Cherry asked, feeling a bit self conscious.

Once they arrived at the kitchen, Mummah placed him on the counter. She took out a huge plate and a huge container with a funny looking substance.

Mummah entered the kitchen and excitedly peeked through the oven window. Giggling as she saw the dough rise and take shape.

"Oh! Looks like my cherry pie is ready!~"

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty torture #bitty bullying #bittybones #cherry #cherry bitty #If you see any grammar mistakes no you didnt <3

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itty-bitty-mess · 6 months

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

Currently thinking about bitties being adopted to complete certain tasks that are usually hard for humans, like reaching very narrow places or finding very tiny items. And once they're done, they get discarded like trash.

Imagine a bitty like a Cherry who is forced to do an extremely stress-inducing task. His anxiety is through the roof and he won't stop crying. He hates it, he can't do it, he wants to throw up, this ammount of stress is NOT healthy for his breed. Oh but Mommy promised a warm bed and yummy food after this, so maybe he can! Yes! He will do it for Mommy no matter how much this traumatizes him, because she loves him very much and she believes in him!!

Finally, he is done, and Little Cherry believes he's gonna get rewarded with a loving home and lots of cuddles from his new Mommy, he's so hungry too, so surely she will be glad to reward him with a little baked treat too! Mommy loves to bake and her treats smell delicious and super yummy! Mommy approaches little Cherry with a big smile on her face, he believes she must be sooo proud of him!! She gently takes one of his tiny bony arms, while Cherry looks at her with pure adoration in his eyes, and then....

*SNAP* Before he can even register it, she effortlessly snaps one of his arms in half like a toothpick. Cherry screams, of course. Oh god, it hurts so bad, its absolutely unbearable. The love and adoration in his eyes disappear and get replaced by confusion, panic and sheer terror. He's screaming and tears flood out of his eyes. He asks Mommy why she did that but she doesnt respond. Instead, before he can even pull his other arm away from her, she grabs it and yanks it off, making it pop off his arm socket and essentially leaving him arm-less.

Cherry screams like he's getting murdered. This ammount of stress can be lethal for his breed, but who cares, he's just a replaceable little piece of garbage. Just a tool Mommy bought because she needed some extra help. Since Cherry had done his job, he was now essentially useless to her and to the world in general. He was disposable.

All those promises of a loving home and yummy treats? just a simple tactic to get any bitty to willingly do unpleasant tasks for its owner, they always fall for it without fail, especially the weak, pathetic ones. Cherry is in so much pain. His arms are dusting at unbearably slow speed, he feels everything and needs it to stop. His face is now permanently stained red from his nonstop tears. His screams of agony are ear-piercing, but somehow Mommy doesn't seem bothered.

He begs Mommy to help him, he says he loves her and asks her why she is doing this if he did what she wanted. She doesn't respond, he's not even worth a simple answer. To her, he's simple, disposable trash no more valuable than a used napkin. She kicks him in one of his tiny legs and it snaps like a twig.

"NOOO- AAAAAAAAAA PLEASE MOMMY STOP IT HURTS, PLEASE HELP ME IT HURTS SO BAD, PLEASE I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU PLEASE IM SORRY"

She just laughs as she grabs him by the collar of his tiny red sweater, now stained with his tears, and takes him somewhere he cannot see. The position hurts his neck badly, it hurts. His entire body is in agonizing pain. He can't feel his leg or his now-dusted arms, however he can feel some empty gaps on his mouth where some of his teeth used to be, they probably fell off with all the hits he had taken by that point.

He began pissing himself like any other Cherry, as a built in survival tactic, hoping Mommy would pity his already pathetic nature and maybe spare his life. Thats just wishful thinking of course, because all that does is gross her out enough that she finally decides to toss him on some dirty dark alley, too far away from home or from any bitty shelter that could save him. Once Mommy tosses him, he hits the ground skull-first. Now his head spins and hurts as well.

She leaves the alley, her disappearing figure is probably one of the few things Cherry can make out before everything turns blurry. He cries once again, as the realization finally hits him a little too late. She never loved him, he was never gonna be adopted or loved, he was just a simple tool and a commodity to her. He had been abandoned and left to rot alone, dying slowly, bones broken irreparably, discarded like a piece of trash that is no longer of use. He was worthless.

The next morning, there's an extra pile of dust in that alley. But who cares, that's a common occurence anyways.

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty bullying #bitty torture #bittybones #self rb

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

"NOOO- AAAAAAAAAA PLEASE MOMMY STOP IT HURTS, PLEASE HELP ME IT HURTS SO BAD, PLEASE I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU PLEASE IM SORRY"

The next morning, there's an extra pile of dust in that alley. But who cares, that's a common occurence anyways.

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty bullying #bitty torture #bittybones #ok so like wow. this was intially a short post but then i edited it and uh got inspired. this was fun haha

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