[ 18+ ] This is my side blog specifically for bittybones abuse/whump!! I obviously dont condone actual irl harm to people/animals/whatever like this.
Let's all just have fun in make-believe land, yeah? Requests are currently open.
Woodworking or metalworking tools seem like part of your wheelhouse.
A rasp file on bone, drills of various types, a sanding belt, chiselling patterns into the bones like a living wood carving. Epoxy resin. Band saw. The sawdust extractor fans are ideal for removing large amounts of dust.
Supergluing bones together. Cosmetic cracks in skulls. I can see people forcing cracks into their bitties or gold teeth for that edgy or horror aesthetic. File a normal bitty's teeth/claws sharp.
Shocked you haven't written bitties in a fighting ring get, possibly bitty vs bitty, or bitty vs dogs. Pretty much dog fighting, but bitties.
Idk, just some ideas. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
yes yes yes!! my go-to when i think about bitty torture is usually workshop or craft stuff. there's so many tools out there and so many ways to use them... it's probably obvious but i'm partial using a bitty as/for creative material. bitties aren't for companionship, they're for fashion accessories, home decor, art exhibits, etc.
also... i'm loving the idea of fucking a bitty up for purely aesthetic reasons, especially the cosmetic cracks concept. hear me out... kintsugi but with bitties
Fascinating, I've never seen a whump blog before. Studying u like a lizard rn.
Unsure if it's my cuppa tea, but good for you for having a non-traditional creative outlet (tone: genuine)
Ever think of writing horror short pieces?
well! while i've been a fan of whump and similar content for a very long time, this is my first and only account - on anything, actually - dedicated to it. and not just that, but this is also the first place where i've ever shared my writing.
privately though, i do make content i keep to myself! this has always been a very self-indulgent outlet of mine so i have a lot of short drabbles or rough sketches that don't really go anywhere... maybe i should start trying to write some other stuff i could share! perhaps make another blog or something since this one is bitty-specific? hm.
thank you! i know i haven't uploaded in a while but that's mostly due to some semi-important stuff going on in my personal life. all-in-all, i think i'm doing okay; i've been itching to write some stuff recently but we'll see if i get to that anytime soon lmao
thoughts on Grillby and other types of Bitty monster species? I think it would be interesting to see how bitties from different monsters in whump.
i was thinking about this earlier! as much as i totally get why the skeleton bitties are the most popular - and why we have so many AUs revolving around sans and/or papyrus in the first place - i think it would be interesting if more people focused on the other characters as well. or if we had more people contributing to current bittybones whump stuff in general LMAO
you can probably get really creative with it! it makes me come up with a bunch of questions; how would you go about messing with grillby, a monster made entirely of fire? for undyne, maybe you could trap her in a too-hot climate or keep her like an abused fishtank? an alphys bitty seems like she'd be extra sensitive to verbal/emotional abuse and bullying, no? it's something to think about!
thinking about bitties as pet toys! specifically, i'm thinking about modifying a bitty to be a cat toy. ripping out all of their teeth and breaking their arms so they can't fight back but leaving their legs so your kitty can still chase them around! for extra fun, maybe you can put a small bell or a tiny bag of catnip in their rib cage and then tape it shut and watch your furry friend go nuts!
thinking about picking up a bunch of bitties, maybe like 5 or 6, and then locking them in an acrylic box with nothing else before leaving them alone. it might be fun to pop in once in a while and watch them though and see how they start to break down and deteriorate over time. maybe they'd start turning on eachother and in the end, there'd be only one bitty left, crying and covered head to toe in dust as he shoves it into his mouth?
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!!
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!
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!!
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!! ^_^
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 them. 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 they 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.
i wish bitties were real so bad. like i desperately need to stomp on one. i wanna see their reactions and their expressions when i put them in situations. i wanna put one in a jar and shake it around until it is dizzy. aaaa srry 4 the rant
thinking about bitties and blood... i know that the general consensus is that they're made of magic and/or if they bleed at all it's magic-heavy and from ecto-flesh but i'm really interested about how blood and bone marrow would work for them. it wouldn't be much different but i guess it does change the image a little; thinking of a bitty dragging itself across the floor after having it's legs broken off and trailing blood mixed with dust everywhere...
thinking about the concept of bitty abuse as fashion trends... the idea of influencers stuffing their bitties in the bottom of those clear fillable platform boots along with relevant colored glitter so when they finally dust it's like an eventful fashion statement. gagging your misbehaving blueberry and turning him into one of those oversized chunky keychains for your pants... maybe it'd get so popular that you'd eventually even see a jacket covered in crying and begging bitties on the runway?
thinking about bitties commonly being treated as objects and/or decorations. theres a lot of potential there but i'm currently taken with the idea of finding the cutest bitty you've ever seen but instead of giving him a loving home like he thought you would, you glue him in the bottom of a glass vase and use him as a table centerpiece.
thinking about putting bitties in sudden distress... specifically with casually manhandling them? stuff like just suddenly picking them up off the ground by their arm or leg. tossing them around in your hands while you're bored. throwing them in the air and catching them; notice how their screams get worse the higher you throw them.
thinking about industrial bitty abuse... walls lined with cages that are overstocked and neglected with piles of dust everywhere. the idea of unethical bitty experiments but on a larger professional scale is pretty compelling to me. yeah, you could extract all of an edgy's teeth... but what about doing it to dozens of them to see different reactions?
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