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midnightstarshadow · 5 months

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I am writing a bitty fanfic, so I must write down all my headcanons so I don't forget

Most of these are copy-pasted from discord, cuz I was talking about them and realized they'd get buried there

In the bitty au, if you want to buy a bitty, you have to take a blood/magic test to see if you're compatible with the bitty

Since they feed off your magic and stuff

Or emotions for Dream and Nightmare bitties

I guess you'd have to take a personality test too, so they don't give you a Dream bitty if you're depressed

If you were to try to handle a bitty that didn't match with your magic/blood, it might kill the bitty or make you sick

Or both

So bitty caretakers (in stores) handle most bitties with thick gloves and bitties are fed with magic supplements if no one in the store is compatible with them

And also don't let you take the bitties from the store unless the person they're for is there

Karen can try shit, but she's getting a lifetime ban from all the stores if she does

If a bitty dies on a store's property, they get massive fines so they really don't fuck around

It's another story with the illegal shops, obviously

They don't do deliveries because that's too much uncertainty and a bitty might die on the way, which means more fines

Like I said before, you have to come in person to the store and pick them up

I'm going with the headcanon that when bitties end up at people's doorstep in a box in all those Wattpad fanfics, it's cuz their previous owner got fed up/realized they couldn't afford to keep up with their care and dropped them off in front of a random house

Bitties are made from small shards of souls

Geno already has a small soul shard, so Geno bitties are very unstable

Like, they need constant care unstable

They get the shards originally with Sanses that ended up in the void (since in canon, if you get voided, you get split across the timeline and I'm going with the assumption that the voids of all AUs/timelines are connected)

Dream, Nightmare, Reaper, and Error bitties are from other multiverses that died/got voided, although in certain multiverses if one of them died, you'd get bitties directly from their soul shards in your multiverse, which is super fun for people who knew them (/sarcasm)

Ink bitties are made when the manufacturers fuck up and accidentally destroy the soul shards of other bitties

They're still alive so the manufacturers figured it'd be fine to sell them in shops

...I think I covered all I need to, but if I missed something, send me an ask and I'll clarify

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therealesino · 1 year

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Raven: Fanfiction

Chapter Synopsis:

Bitty bird Reaper has been in his new home with Geno for some time now, and he still has his struggles.

But it's getting a little better.

URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43203856

**Be sure to read the full tags in the story**

#undertale #reapember #reapember2022 #Reaper Sans #Geno Sans #UTMV #alternate universe #undertale au #bitty Reaper

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kevinzhechaircreations · 1 month

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Fluffy Bitty Sanses part 1

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cranberrytea451 · 1 year

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Okay, this is my last batch.

Note:

Please be considerate, these bitties tend to be more solitary in nature.

(But like all sans, they don’t mind the company of a papyrus)

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bunningchaos · 3 months

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Aa- first ever Ko-Fi received! Thank you so much to Ren!

They asked for Vultous, sooo.. here's me deciding to draw his parents with him. Well, Sorro being a bitty since why not

Reaper belongs to Renrink on Tumblr!

Geno belongs to LoverOfPiggies (aka CrayonQueen) on Tumblr!

Goth belongs to nekophy, on Tumblr!

Vultous, Sorro and Survi, belongs to me ^^;

Happy (Bragging?) Bunning noises

(dang the caption thing covers the image- ree--)

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denieatsart · 11 months

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A Sleepy Moment

WOOOOO LONGEST ONE YET AND NO TITLE CUZ I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT

A little oneshot thing based on an au me and my friend made , headcanons uncluded . We call it the Bitty au because they take in two bitties , Ink and Reaper , but that's not the main thing of this

TWs : Puke / mentions of it , eating disorders ( ? )

Headcanons :

Killer physically cannot eat because of the amount of toxic DT in his system . He will puke up any food he eats , so he can't even have monster food to help his HP . He doesn't really - tell anyone about it , he just sorta skips meals . He CAN drink stuff though , because it's easier to convert to magic before he pukes it up like food .

Also Killer is called Kit or Kip in an affectionate way by the others

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Horror and Dust stop as they pass Killer's room , concerned . From the inside , Killer is heard coughing badly . Dust moves to knock on the door but stops when the coughing stops and he hears a loud thud . Horror opens the door and both of them rush to Killer , who is kneeling on the ground , a puddle of a mix of magic and toxic DT on the ground in front of him . He looks sick and nearly falls to the side but Horror manages to grab him in time . He sits back with Killer curled up against him , concern filling his eyes as Dust teleports out to get Nightmare . " What happened , Kit .. ? " Horror mumbles , rubbing Killer's back in an attempt to help .

" ..'S nothin .. " Killer mumbles . Horror glares in response . " Yeah right , nothing . " Horror says sarcastically , rolling his eyelight . He keeps his arms wrapped around Killer and hums a soft tune while he waits for Dust to get back with Nightmare . Killer groans in pain , pulling his knees further up to his chest . Horror continues to rub circles in Killer's back , which seems to help at least a bit . Dust arrives moments later with a very concerned Nightmare , who is holding some medicine .

Nightmare crouches down . " Killer , " He says sternly to Killer , who mumbles in annoyance and looks away . " Did you try to eat again ? " Nightmare whispers , so only Killer can hear . Killer nods again , looking down . " … I thought it would be different by now .. " He mumbles and Nightmare sighs in response .

" Here . " Nightmare says softly , handing Killer some of the ( liquid ) medicine . Killer glares , not wanting to take it , but Nightmare gives a much sharper glare that makes Killer look down . Killer reluctantly takes the medicine , face scrunching up at the taste . He buries his face in the fluff of Horror's jacket with an annoyed mumble mixed with a yawn . Horror rests his chin on Killer's head , and Nightmare sits next to both of them . Dust turns to leave but hesitates when he feels both Horror and Nightmare's eyes on his back . With a sigh , he settles down next to them as well , Nightmare's tentacles curling around all of them , forming something similar to a blanket . Horror and Killer fall asleep quickly , while Dust takes a bit longer , and Nightmare last . The two bitties , Ink and Reaper , look at eachother in the doorway then curl up in their respective spots , Ink on Killer's shoulder and Reaper in Horror's jacket pocket .

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Killer wakes up a couple hours later , feeling the presence of the gang around them . He cracks his eyesockets open , seeing everyone else asleep and peaceful , even Ink . A slight smile crosses his face as he closes his eyes , content to fall back asleep for now and enjoy this rare moment of peace and closeness among the gang . Nightmare smiles just a bit too , sensing Killer falling back asleep and closing his own ' eye ' , leaning his head back to thank whatever is out there for his gang , chaotic as they may be .

#Deni writes #undertale #Bitty AU #Bittybones #Bitty Ink #Killer sans #Bad sanses #Nightmare sans #Horror sans #Dust sans #Reaper sans #Ink sans

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eemoo1o-animoo · 1 year

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Do you think there’s an age limitation to becoming a reaper?

#the implications of what I mean are sad actually okay so like #if someone under 18 killed themselves would they be employed #genuinely asking #it’s a must know #are there little itty bitty reapers #(I say lightheartedly as to make the themes of this post let’s grim)#no pun intended #/gen #black butler #kuroshitsuji #grim reapers #shinigami #original post #hmm #question #ronald knox #yes he’s relevant

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deathfavor · 9 months

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@healingscars said:ㅤㅤ izumi seems to be a bit needy today and showcases this by plopping right down onto the taller’s lap. of course, this yields no interesting results – much to the younger’s dismay – and that’s where they get the idea to start kissing along his jawline and neck. it’s always so difficult to get a good response from the reaper, because he always seems so bored, and it’s starting to grate against the escort’s nerves. it’s not fair.

ㅤㅤ and that’s where they are now, gently sucking and nipping along hanma’s exposed neck like some kind of toy, while their hands paw and knead against his sides and waist. his neck is obviously already decorated nicely with hickeys and bite marks, but they just keep going due to the cruel fact that he hasn’t made any sort of sounds of approval during any of this.

ㅤㅤ “ damnit, say something. ” they had pulled away enough to whine that out before going for his jaw, nipping at it slightly. it’s not fun when there’s no response, after all.

Nothing escapes Hanma's noticed ; he noticed when they'd entered the space even before they'd strutted over towards him with clear intent. But as for Hanma? He merely observes them briefly the way an apex predator might a primary consumer; a lion to a mouse ; that is to say, with only vague acknowledgement but no motive or gripping interest. Even when they clamber into his lap he barely bats an eyelash. God. This shit is all so boring.

Even when he feels lips pressed to his skin, Hanma does nothing different. His gaze is disinterested, his breathing the same steady pace. No hitch, no falter. It's funny really. Izumi acted so disinterested or hostile to him, trying to instigate, and then immediately pawed for his attention when he ignored them and didn't take the obvious dangling bair. Looks like they weren't used to that. People are typically easy. His gaze slides over to the clock. How long were they were going to go till they broke? Ah. There they went.

Hanma heaves a sigh like they asked a chore of him. " Your lukewarm performance is hardly something to provoke commentary. " Hanma informs them with a monotonous tone - the same tone he used with meetings or orders and not at all like a man having his throat pampered with attention.

One hand lifts as if he's about to pull off his glasses - but instead, Punishment wraps into their hand and gives a harsh yank, forcefully prying them off of his neck and to arch away from him. He sits up though, leans closer to their ear with a dangerous glint in his eyes. " You do that shit to everyone, right? Watch them drool and go mad over a few little angel kisses? " He cocks his head to the side. People desperate for attention, to feel like the center of the world. Not Hanma. " If I wanted some sweet little plaything, I could go to any bar and grab someone. " He whispers in their ear, voice low with amusement. " That act ain't going to cut it with me. Not my cup of tea. " He tugs their hair a bit further, Sin lifting up to grab their chin and placing a thumb on their bottom lip. " You want my attention? Show me why I should bother. " He grins, a dark leer in his eyes before he untangles his hand from their hair and shifts his attention away.

Hanma knew a thing or two about people who yearned for attention. You had to give them a little something here and there. Normally that's when they'd show what they really could do and where Hanma could decide if there was interest or just more dull normality.

#healingscars #see get a LITTLE TASTE #just an itty bitty bit #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

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bunningchaos · 4 months

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Kindly don't repost, trace or claim this drawing as yours. Thank you.

Reaper belongs to Renrink on Tumblr

Geno belongs to LoverOfPiggies (aka CrayonQueen) on Tumblr

..Seems like there's a itty bitty problem.

Magic malfunctioning, or well, abrupt shapeshifting.. really isn't fun for Geno whom was struck out of nowhere by this abnormality.

Okay I can't help drawing this ship, alongside Reaper and Error. They're just so adorable together

Also, if anyone knows since I completely lost track of ship names.

What's the common ship name for Geno X Reaper, and Error X Reaper?

An answer would be appreciated if anyone have the knowledge-

#undertale #undertale au #utmv #utmv au #geno sans #reaper sans #geno x reaper #reaper x geno #bitty geno #sanscest #bunningart #sans au #afterdeath

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aceofspadesblog · 1 year

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Cross’ Backstory - Itty Bitty AU

The cage was Cross’s entire world. It was where he ate, slept, existed. Sure, it may be a little small, but it was familiar. The cage was all he knew.

The lab wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it was quiet, and he was always safe and well-fed. Other bitties weren’t so lucky, the scientists said. Cross should be grateful he was born in the lab and chosen for this project. He was special.

Being special was lonely. Cross was stuck in the cage all day every day with no one to talk to or play with. He just existed; bored and alone.

At one point, he’d had Zero and Xcellence for company. They were fun. At first. They were wild bitties; they’d had a life before the lab. And that made them so lively. Xcellence would shout at the doctors, calling them horrible names and demanding his release. Release from what? Cross would think. They were safe in there cages. The other bitty must not have known how lucky he was to be here.

Zero would squirm and bite whenever they pulled him out for a test. Cross wasn’t sure why. The tests were somewhat unpleasant, but at least then the doctors were paying attention to them. Why wouldn’t Zero want that? Maybe he was just uncomfortable outside his cage.

At first, the extra company was nice. They had stories from the outside world, experiences Cross couldn’t even imagine. But as time wore on, Xcellence got meaner and Zero got duller. Eventually, Cross couldn’t have a conversation with either of them. Xcellence would snap at him, and Zero wouldn’t respond, no matter what subject was brought up. It was like living with a demon and a zombie.

After a while, the scientists took the other bitties away. They never told Cross what happened to them. He was sure they were just trying to fix those temperament issues. Once Xcellence and Zero were back to there old selves, they would return.

They never did.

Cross sat in silence, day in and day out. The doctors murmured quietly to each other as they puzzled through all of there equations and experiments. Every once in a while, a machine might start up. Even rarer, they might pull Cross out of his cage for a test.

One day, everything changed.

People - lots of them - burst through the doors, shouting and stomping and throwing things around. They threw Cross’s cage around, too, into a loud car with flashing lights.

There was a stranger in the front seat, but he didn’t talk. Just started driving, which jostled the cage all the more. When they’d gotten to wherever they were going, he grabbed the crate roughly, bustling through the halls of a busy building, full of people and computers and cages big enough to hold a normal-sized person.

Cross was there for a long time. At least, it felt like a long time. He’d never been outside the lab before, it felt like he was doing something wrong. Had these people stolen him? But the scientists had been right there when the strangers showed up... Cross wasn’t sure what was going on.

He hadn’t seen any of the doctors since these new people had taken him from the lab. Some of the strangers talked to him, but there voices sounded weird. They were all high-pitched and sweet. They asked him questions about how he was feeling and offered him treats and tried to make him leave his cage. Cross was feeling lost and scared and confused, and he wasn’t hungry, and he did not want to leave his cage.

Maybe this was some sort of test? Maybe the scientists wanted to see how Cross reacted to stress or sudden change? But why go through the hassle of setting up this weird building just to create stress? And why bring in so many of these strangers who spoke weird? Cross didn’t know what to do, so he stuck with what he’d always done: sit in his cage and watch his surroundings.

There was certainly a lot more to watch in this place. People were constantly coming and going, and talking to each other, and talking to those devices - phones, the scientists rarely used them - and typing away at the computers on there many desks. The entire building seemed to be full of desks. Desks and computers.

It was much darker than the lab. And the lights were more yellow. In the lab, everything had been bright white and clinical and pristine. This place looked dingy and dirty in comparison. Especially the room Cross was in now.

His crate was on a messy desk full of papers. Some of the scientists had desks in the lab, but theres had been more organized. Desks were where they did paperwork, and Cross wasn’t allowed near them because he’d be in the way. The tall skeleton without eyelights didn’t seem to think Cross was in the way. He just shoved a bunch of papers onto the floor and gently set the cage down.

This room seemed to belong to the skeleton. He talked on his phone and typed at his computer. Cross wasn’t sure why this skeleton needed his own room when everyone else shared one big room to do the exact same thing. Maybe he was in time-out?

This new skeleton was very forgetful. He kept leaving the cage door open. Cross didn’t want to make anyone angry by pointing out the mistake, so he just sat quietly in his crate, as usual.

The strange skeleton talked all day, and he asked Cross a lot of questions. Cross didn’t want to answer his questions, but he also didn’t want the scientists to get mad, so he answered everything he could. He was born in the lab. The scientists weren’t mean to him, they kept him safe. No, he didn’t usually leave his cage except for the tests. The doctors gave him tests. Sometimes they hurt, but not always.

The skeleton said his name was Reaper, and he was a police detective. Cross didn’t know what a police was, but Reaper said they made sure people followed the rules. And apparently the scientists weren’t following the rules, so Cross wasn’t allowed to go back to the lab. Reaper told Cross that a nice person was coming to pick him up in the morning.

Cross wasn’t sure that he wanted to go with that person in the morning. Even if they were nice, they were still a stranger.

When morning came, a new monster showed up to visit Reaper. He sat on the other side of Reaper’s desk while the eyelight-less skeleton pulled out some papers for the other to sign.

“This is him?” the stranger asked, gesturing to the cage. Reaper nodded.

The other monster studied Cross through the bars for a moment. Cross stared right back. He seemed to be a messy monster, covered in a dripping black liquid. It had even covered one of his eyelights. And four... limbs... protruded from his back.

“Is there a reason he’s in there?” the darker skeleton asked, and his voice sounded dangerous. It was the same tone the scientists used when Cross was breaking a rule. Had he done something wrong? Had he missed a test? Or maybe there was a different cage he was supposed to move to when he’d changed buildings? He hadn’t seen one...

Reaper shrugged. “He won’t come out, we weren’t gonna push it. But you can have at it if you want.”

The goopy skeleton pulled Cross’s cage into his lap. “Come on out,” he encouraged, holding out a hand by the door.

Cross was torn. He usually wasn’t supposed to leave the cage, but this strange monster was encouraging it? Then again, nothing had been “usual” in the past day or so. A long time ago, when Cross was young, the doctors sometimes let him leave his crate as long as they held onto him. Maybe it was like that? Cross hesitantly stepped out of the cage and onto the stranger’s hand.

“Hello, there,” the skeleton greeted. “My name is Nightmare. And you are?”

“Cross,” Cross mumbled.

"Nice to meet you, Cross. How would you like to come live with me?"

Next ->

#undertale #undertale multiverse #itty bitty au #bittybones #cross sans #reaper sans #nightmare sans #neglect #ace writes

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roguefankc · 5 months

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It's Flu Season! And because Maverick would be the biggest baby if he got sick...

(Penny, Wolfman, Slider, Merlin, and Hollywood run though the front door of Iceman and Maverick house, with Iceman tiredly sitting on the couch in the living room)

Wolfman: Ice?! what's wrong?! We all got your message that you needed help!

Iceman: It's awful! The whole house is sick! First Hangman came down with the flu, then Phoenix, then Rooster, then Payback, and then all the rest of the Dagger Squad! I was running a sick ward all weekend!

Merlin:...wait, why isn't Maverick helping you?

Iceman (flatly): Because then came Monday...

(Maverick comes out in his bathrobe, hair tousled, pale, clammy, and half-asleep and in his hands a bottle of pills)

Maverick (whining): Ice, honey? Can you open the aspirin for me?

---

(The whole 80s Top Gun team and Penny stay to help Iceman run the house and take care of Maverick and the Dagger Squad)

(Maverick is in bed, weakly ringing a bell)

Maverick (ringing the bell): Slider...

Slider (in the next room helping Coyote): Give me a minute.

Maverick (ringing the bell): Slider...

Slider (in the next room): I said I'm coming!

Maverick (ringing the bell): Slider...

(Slider rushes into Maverick's bedroom in a panic): What?! What?! What?!

Maverick (weakly): My pillow needs poofing.

Slider (eye twitching):...Mitchell, I don't think you want to put a pillow in my hands right now.

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(Maverick is in bed, whining and gasping for breath)

Maverick (weakly): I'm dying, Hollywood. I'm giving up the ghost. Every cell in my being is crying out in anguish. It was a good life while it lasted, but this is it. Hello, Grim Reaper.

Hollywood (with a bottle of cough syrup and a spoon in his hands): Cut the bullshit. The medicine doesn't taste that bad.

Maverick (weakly):...Goose? Dad? Carol? Is that you?

---

(Maverick is in his bathrobe, still sick, and in Iceman's home office while Iceman is frantically typing away on his keyboard)

Maverick: Ice, sweetie? Can you heat up some chicken soup for me?

Iceman (stressed): Mav, sorry but I'm really busy right now! I need to approve this contract in twenty minutes! Can't you just fend for yourself?

Maverick (whining): But I'm sick, honey...

Iceman: Mav, for fuck's sake, we're not talking brain surgery! All you have to do is open a stupid can and dump it in a pot!

(Maverick disappears into the kitchen and then come back a minute later. In his hands is a pot, and in the pot is a can of chicken soup. The can is open but the contents of the soup are still inside the can)

Maverick: Now what?

Iceman:...now, we talk brain surgery.

---

(Maverick stumbles in the kitchen where Penny, Wolfman, and Merlin are making soup and orange juice for all the Dagger Squad)

Maverick: Is it time for my aspirin yet?

Wolfman: No, Mitchell.

Maverick: But my throat hurts...

Merlin: Maverick, go back to bed. It hasn't been four hours yet.

Maverick: But my head hurts! My joints hurt! My eyes hurt! My body hurts! (in a baby voice) My itty bitty widdle pinkies hurt!

(Penny sighs and opens the aspirin bottle)

Maverick (smirks): I knew I'd win with that one.

Penny: These aren't for you.

(Penny gives two pills to herself, Merlin, and Wolfman and they all gulp them down immediately)

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(BONUS)

(Cyclone is back at headquarters in his office, feet on his desk with a small glass of bourbon)

Cyclone (smiling): What a peaceful, quiet day.

#incorrect top gun quotes #incorrect top gun maverick quotes #tom iceman kazansky #top gun maverick #incorrect top gun #Leonard Wolfman Wolfe #Ron Slider Kerner #Sam Merlin Wells #Rick Hollywood Neven #Penny Benjamin #source: foxtrot #pete maverick mitchell #maverick would be the biggest baby #phoenix is threating to kick hangman's ass for infecting her #beau cyclone simpson #top gun 1986 #icemav

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