#brassberry bittybones

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A Drabble request! A Brassberry bitty is returned to the store by its owner because he’s needy and not “tough” enough, but he’s then found by someone who wants those traits and likes that he always asks for kisses! ❤️

Eat, Cling, Love

One of the perks of running a bittybones rescue center is seeing a fully recovered bitty thriving in their new environment. One of the drawbacks is the gut-wrenching feeling when you see a cardboard box sitting forlornly outside of your building and know that it contains one of three things: an abandoned bitty, an injured or abused bitty in need of treatment, or a small pile of dust and a mountain of unanswered questions and regrets.

The haunting wails coming from the box that Vex found in front of her bitty shop ruled out the last option, thankfully. Vex quickly brought the box inside of the shop to check on the status of the bitty inside. As soon as the flaps at the top of the box parted, the wails became the same word, cried out endlessly by a blubbering Brassberry bitty.

“Mama! Mama!”

The overhead lights from the shop shone into the newly opened box, and the Brassberry leapt for it, sensing his chance to escape the stuffy cardboard prison. The box toppled over, and the Brassberry ran out of it and further into the shop, shouting loudly for his Mama and thwarting Vex’s attempts to corral him. He was a Brassberry on a mission, and he would not be deterred!

The lamia bittybones residing in the shop gathered around to discover the source of the commotion. Soon, they had the Brassberry surrounded. The abandoned bitty whirled, trying to find an opening in the ranks of miniature and full-sized lamias to scurry through, but Vex scooped him up before he could accidentally run outside or injure himself. The Brassberry struggled and growled, beseeching his missing Mama to help him against what he saw as a bitty-napper.

Vex carried the Brassberry back to the front desk to check the box for a note or some other indication of how he had come to be in her care. The box did contain a note, but someone had chewed it up. With only one possible suspect, it wasn’t much of a mystery to solve. The Brassberry left nothing behind except a few crumpled scraps, the ink smeared from his tears and completely illegible.

Sighing, Vex lifted the thrashing Brassberry up towards her face to ask him for details about his former life, but to her surprise he managed to wiggle free of her grip and tumble onto her apron. He clutched one of the frilly apron straps, looking around in a panic before spotting a pocket just below him. With preternatural speed, the Brassberry burrowed down into the pocket, only the very top of his skull and his suspicious little eyelights showing up over the lip of the fabric. Vex decided to leave him to his improvised cave for the moment, though he still occasionally shouted for the Mama he’d once had.

Eventually his antics wore him out, and the pocket of Vex’s apron began to snore.

The Brassberry steadfastly refused to leave Vex’s pocket despite her many attempts to introduce him to potential adopters and even other friendly bitties. He would cling to the inside of the pocket and cry, shouting “Not Mama!” at anyone who dared to look at him. Vex worried that he might imprint on her as a source of food and a soothing heartbeat, but he merely tolerated her, wolfing down any food she gave him and shoving her hand aside if she tried to relocate him.

Vex’s concern intensified when the Brassberry gave up on calling out to his former Mama. The bitty went quiet in her apron pocket, and when she peered in at him, she found him curled up and pointedly ignoring her. As the days wore on, the Brassberry stopped eating. He must have realized that his Mama would not be returning for him. This was always a dangerous time for abandoned Brassberries. They suffered devastating heartbreak when a beloved owner abandoned them.

Sometimes they even dusted.

Vex wasn’t about to let the Brassberry bitty dust without a fight. She fawned over him, giving him attention, pets, and scritches. She offered him delectable treats. She allowed him to remain in her apron pocket, hoping that her heartbeat would give him some comfort. He didn’t respond to any of it. Time passed, and the Brassberry soon hung limply from the apron pocket, arms dangling. Vex feared that he might literally fall down and injure himself.

A nervous visitor entered the shop while Vex struggled to find a way to reinforce the pocket so that the lackluster bitty didn’t fall out. The visitor carried a box wrapped in colorful paper and tied with a ribbon; when they spotted Vex, they shuffled over the desk looking anxious but determined.

“Hello,” the person greeted shyly once Vex glanced over and smiled at them. “Sorry if I’m bothering you. I’m, uh, looking for a Brassberry bitty. They can be so hard to find, and I wanted to get one from a quality shop. It’s ok if you don’t have any. I totally understand. I even brought this box of cheesecake bites that I made because I know Brassies love them so much. I just have so much love and attention to give…” They ended their single-breath ramble with a high-pitched laugh, then blushed, embarrassed.

The Brassberry sat up as soon as he heard the word cheesecake. It was the most alert he’d been in days. His floppy arms suddenly returned to their full strength, and he made grabby hands towards the box, drawing the adopter’s notice. They stepped forward, leaning in slightly to get a better look at the revitalized bitty.

“Is he yours or-” the potential adopter didn’t get a chance to finish their question because the Brassberry propelled himself from Vex’s apron pocket to latch onto the visitor’s shirt with both tiny fists. Unfortunately his grip on the fabric wasn’t strong enough to support his weight, and he began to slide. They quickly cupped a hand underneath him to keep him from falling. With the other hand they flipped open the lid to the box of treats.

Inside, cheesecake bites of every imaginable flavor were arranged in artful groups. The adopter picked one up and held it to the Brassberry bitty’s mouth for him to eat. The Brassberry clasped both sides of their human-sized hand with his teeny tiny ones, chomping away happily with crumbs sticking to his face or dropping onto their shirt- not that they seemed to mind. After gobbling up three cheesecake bites in quick succession, each one handfed to him by the doting visitor, the Brassberry tilted his head back, looked up into their eyes, and said one single word:

“Mama!”

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Kisses for Brutus: A Bittybones Drabble

NOTE: I felt like the other drabble didn’t really meet the original requester’s criteria, so have this second drabble about an abandoned Brassberry bitty!

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Vex did not like the looks of the person entering the shop at all. It may have had something to do with the fact that he carried a box that made a very distinct crying sound or possibly the way he dropped the box onto the counter as if its contents weren’t a fragile living creature. Glaring icy daggers at the visitor, Vex asked if she could help him. Help him pull his inconsiderate head out of his ass, she thought.

Vex didn’t always judge people harshly when they returned bittybones to a shop. Sometimes situations changed or a bitty’s personality just didn’t work out, but this person’s next few sentences confirmed Vex’s bitty-protecting instincts.

“Can I leave this Brassberry with you? I just wanted to toss him out, but my girlfriend insisted that I take him to a shop instead,” the man explained as if the bitty were a used tissue, and his girlfriend had asked him to use a trash bin instead of littering.

“Of course I’ll take him,” said Vex through gritted teeth, hoping that he would remove his hands from the box and his entire person from the shop as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the unpleasant man just kept right on talking.

“I got a Brassberry because I wanted a tough bitty, but Brutus here is always clinging onto me or crying or asking for kisses. He always wants attention, but if I wanted that kind of responsibility, I’d have a kid, right?” the unsavory character joked.

“Dear God, I hope not,” replied Vex, unable to hold back the comment. With a disgusted sneer, the man, clearly finally realizing that he was not at all welcome in the shop, stalked away and out the door.

Vex exhaled in relief. She didn’t know how much more of that flippant attitude towards living creatures she could take without exploding in a string of very creative curses. Turning to the box, Vex opened it to find a bitty inside with no blankets, toys, or food. The little Brassberry- Brutus, his former owner had called him- trembled in a corner of the box. His sobs had subsided into hiccups and sniffles. Vex noticed that his clothing and the bandage on his head had not been recently, if ever, cleaned.

“Come on out, Brutus. Let’s get you a bath,” Vex cooed to the Brassberry.

“You’re not gonna throw me in the garbage, are you?” whimpered the Brassberry. Vex nearly chased the previous owner down to give him a piece of her mind for bullying the tiny bitty.

“Of course not. Around here, cuties like you get nice bubble baths and warm fluffy towels and lots of snuggles!”

Brutus wiped his eyes and then held his hands above his head in the universal gesture to be picked up. Vex lifted him out of the box and nuzzled him despite the smell wafting from his clothes. I’m going to pretend that he doesn’t smell like lighter fluid for my own sanity, she told herself.

After a thorough bath with lots of suds and bathtub toys, Brutus was fresh, clean, and wearing soft pajamas with smiling clouds on them. Vex offered him a variety of snacks, including some cheesecake with caramel and chocolate on it. Brutus ate like he’d never seen food in his entire life, and Vex sighed. Proper bitty care wasn’t complicated: feed him, love him, provide him with a safe place to sleep. As the Brassberry rearranged the blankets in the basket that Vex brought for him to use as a bed, tears began to stream down his tiny face again.

“I miss Mama,” he wailed suddenly.

Vex picked him up again, holding him close to her chest so that he could hear her heartbeat. He blubbered into her shirt, definitely not the picture of a tough bitty at all. No matter how terrible their owners were, Brassberries loved them unconditionally. Vex made soft shushing sounds and rubbed the Brassberry’s back to comfort him.

“Your owner wasn’t very nice to you. I promise I’ll find you a place where you can be loved. How does that sound?” Vex did not expect little Brutus to shake his head vehemently.

“Not my owner. Mama. Mama loved me n’ she always gave me hugs and kisses and tucked me in at night.” Brutus went on extolling the virtues of his Mama until Vex finally understood. Mama was the girlfriend who had stopped the owner from throwing Brutus away- or worse. Brutus allowed Vex to tuck him into his little nest, but when she leaned down to offer a kiss, he shoved her away firmly. “Not Mama kisses,” he pouted. Poor Brutus.

Vex hoped that a strict regimen of Papython cuddles would do the Brassberry bitty some good. She carried Brutus, basket and all, into the Infirmary with instructions to the Papythons that he should receive as much affection and cuddles as he allowed until further notice. The Nurse Papythons filled the prescription immediately by crowding around the basket and showering the Brassberry bitty in their love and positive energy.

Brutus responded with tired indifference, but the Papythons refused to give up. When Vex closed the door to the Infirmary, they’d curled up around Brutus’ nest, but she heard the Brassberry murmur forlornly: “Not Mama…” Poor Brutus.

In the days that followed, Brutus ate meals and treats listlessly, begrudgingly accepted his baths and bandage changes, and sighed his way through cuddle sessions. Any time he was offered an affectionate kiss, he would turn away stoically, declaring the kiss to be “not Mama kisses.” More time passed, and Brutus’ condition declined. Soon he couldn’t even be coaxed to accept snuggles or sweet treats.

Vex began to worry that poor Brutus might never recover from his abandonment.

Vex’s mind stayed with Brutus in the Infirmary as she went about her daily business in her bittybones shop. Adopters came and went, some of them with joyful lamias in tow. A customer came in and walked up to the front desk, and Vex asked if she could help her. The customer, a young woman, burst into tears.

In between sobs and sniffles, the woman told her story. She wanted to adopt a bitty because she felt lonely after a bad break-up. Vex nodded; it happened quite frequently. The woman went on to explain that she’d dumped her boyfriend after he’d been cruel to his own bitty, a sweet Brassberry that she’d loved dearly. Afraid that he’d done something unspeakable to the bitty, she kicked him out that very night, not believing his stories about dropping poor Brutus off at a bitty shelter.

“Wait, did you say ‘poor Brutus’?” Vex asked, cutting off the woman’s story. The woman nodded, wiping tears from her eyes and cheeks. “Hold on,” Vex told her.

Vex hurried to the Infirmary. Brutus lay face down on the floor, the Nurse Papythons watching him with concern. Vex scooped him up, and he flopped lifelessly in her hands. Not dust though, Vex reassured herself. Not now and hopefully not ever if I’m right.

Bitty in hand, Vex rushed back to the woman, whose eyes widened with recognition immediately.

“There’s someone here to give you kisses,” Vex whispered to the Brassberry bitty, holding him out to the woman. Brutus didn’t look up or move. 

“Not Mama kisses,” he grumbled.

“Oh Brutus,” the woman, Brutus’ beloved Mama, cried. “It’s you!”

Brutus sprang to his feet, and his Mama barely caught him before he plummeted to the floor in his mad scramble to reach her. His Mama held him up to her face and nuzzled him. Brutus giggled and wiggled, repeating the word “Mama” over and over again, and when she planted a smooch on top of his little skull, he closed his eyes in utter bliss.

“Mama kisses!”

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Where can I find info on Brassberries? From what little I've been able to find, they're only found in the BittyBones AU.

*Oh boy, oh boy. Time for some Brassberry information! First, you can find the original post about Brassberry bittybones here. Second, Brassberry is the Sans from Yanderetale (more about that later). Third, Brassberries come in two sizes: regular bitty size and dog sized (small toddler size). Brassberries can grow to full-size if their owner requests it or is in immediate danger. Fourth, there are sub-types of Brasberries:

Blindberry: a Brassberry that has been blinded to make him more docile

Biteberry: a Brasberry that is in a perpetual state of monster heat

Pure Bites: Docile, sweet, loves you so much, please love him

Blue Bites: sadistic and manipulative, do not allow near other bitties without supervision

Brass Bites: Big, dumb, horny

*As I mentioned, Brassberry is the Sans from Yanderetale. When ammazolie deactivated her original account, the original Yanderetale comic was lost, but if you Google “Yanderetale” you may be able to find it. WARNING: Yanderetale contains gore, sexual violence, and dark themes.

*Basically, in this story Papyrus (YanYan) is unhinged and kills some monsters, culminating in him eating Flowey’s SOUL (yes, Flowey had a SOUL for this AU). YanYan gains the power to RESET but he also unleashes a curse on Yanderetale which makes all of the monsters go crazy (yandere). The physical manifestation of the curse is the appearance of multiple eyes (body horror) when the monsters are experiencing yandere emotions.

*My story Those Unreachable Stars (Tumblr | AO3) is a self-insert story, but it also contains much of the canon story of Yanderetale.

[vex-bittys]

since ammazolie closed her shop a while ago, if I have a brassberry bitty that I’m sick of, can I drop him off with you?

*Ammazolie actually posted about this on her new account. She gave permission for people to write stories about Brassberry bittybones including adoptions, so I suppose a Brassberry bitty surrender would be alright as well. If you bring him to the shop, I will find a good home for him.

*I would like to mention though that some bittybones, including Brassberries are very sensitive to being returned or abandoned by their owners. There is a possibility that his sadness at losing you may cause him to dust. The Nurse Papythons will do their best to prevent it, but returning a bitty is a very serious decision and not to be taken lightly.

[vex-bittys]

You put dumb as a discription for Brass-Bite and I was wondering if you/the owner meant dumb as in the permanent or temporary inability to speak/form sentences or dumb as the nowadays insult meaning stupid/dull-witted?

*Sadly, I mean the latter. Brass-Bites (if I remember correctly, and you must remember that they are not my creation, but ammazolie’s) are not overly bright, and (again, if I remember correctly) very sex-focused.

*If you want more general information on Brassberries or Biteberries and their variations, you could ask @boe-someone / @blehbybleh since she would be the expert. I’m sure she gets tons of asks already, so try to be patient and understanding if you do send an ask or asks to her.

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Wait, can we adopt Brassberry bittybones from you? Or do we adopt from somewhere else?

*The traditional way to adopt a Brassberry has always been to imagine you have one, then POOF, he will appear. For awhile Amma also delivered them by throwing them very far or launching them from a potato gun. 

*I did the Brassberry adoption as a request. Brassberry bittybones do not belong to me. They are not a bitty regularly carried at the shop. Brassberry bitties are designed by/owned by @boe-someone, and she gave permission for people to continue adopting Brassberries and for people to write about Brassberry bittybones.

*Since there is not an active adoption blog for the Brassberries (basically a place to get adoption scenarios) and since permission has been given by the original creator, I am willing to order Brassberry bittybones and have them be picked up at the shop (write short adoptions for them).

*I will only be writing adoptions for Brassberry bittybones as they already exist. I do not own them. I won’t be answering questions about them (beyond the information I’ve already provided from the original creator), and they won’t be a regular bitty offered at the shop.

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Hi, do you know where I can adopt a brass bitty

*The Brassberry bittybones were originally the creation of Ammazolie. I’m not sure if she’s currently still adopting them out although I have seen artwork of them from her recently. When she did adopt them out on her old account, she generally used the “imagine you have one and it’s yours” method of adoption although on a few occasions Brassberries were delivered by being thrown or launched out of a potato gun.

*I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask her to adopt one, but if you’d like an adoption scenario written out, I don’t mind doing one for a Brassberry bitty.

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Bittybones Chapter 7: Pros at Con (part 6)

I stood in front of the table, staring down at the adorable robot bitty, who blinked at Red and I with a sweet, innocent expression on his precious face. The little guy had round purple eyelights, and he wore wire framed glasses. He honestly seemed confused by the word angry, but leave it to Red to find a creative way to illustrate an all-too-familiar emotion.

(hey, i’m not angry all the time)

Red scrambled down my scarf, swinging from a loose fold of it like a small, skeletal Tarzan. Fortunately he skipped the yelling part though I chalked that up to his focus on reaching his destination- the discarded jelly beans at the bottom of my purse.

(i was busy, but i saved up all my yelling for later! you’re welcome!)

I’m not a messy person (ha!), and generally my purse would not contain random, abandoned candies. That morning I’d packed some jelly beans for Red to munch during the convention (i saw you eating them too!). Shame on me, I’d foolishly forgotten to sort the beans and remove any cinnamon-flavored ones from the mix. Red had taken it upon himself to chuck the offending beans out of the Ziploc baggie.

Now, he fished one of the cinnamon-flavored jelly beans out from under a disgruntled Brassberry’s feet, shoving his bitty brother several times during his search. He actually exclaimed “Eureka!” when he found one. I’ve never seen him act so cute.

(i’m perpetually endearing. you just don’t pay enough attention)

Hopping out of the purse, Red scurried across the table to the robot bitty and held out his retrieved prize as if he were proposing to the other bitty with it. “This is what angry tastes like,” he explained as the other bitty accepted his offering and popped it into his mouth. The spicy taste didn’t faze him at all.

The little robot smiled brightly at Red “Thank you!” he chirped cheerfully. “I’m Peppi. What’s your name?” I left Red to introduce himself to his new friend. I had business to attend to. Not wanting to leave Brassberry out of the socializing, I placed him on the table as well. He immediately hurried over to a crowd of other fully evolved Blank bittys who chattered amicably a short distance from the robot bitty.

Miss Fluffers had watched patiently while my bittybones interacted with hers, and once they’d finally settled in to make some new friends, she greeted me warmly. “You’re Buttons’ caretaker, aren’t you?” she asked before I had a chance to speak. She extended a hand to me.

“I am,” I replied, shaking her offered hand. “And I need some help for him.”

She smiled. I couldn’t believe how friendly she was! Meeting her was like meeting a celebrity in the bittybones world. Everyone wanted to talk to her about her award-winning Blank bittybones or her uniquely styled art. The fact that she knew about Buttons at all spoke highly of the tightly knit and well-informed Blank bitty community.

“What can I do for you?” she asked me.

“Buttons still has some lingering injuries from the Buttontale Bitty Incident. I’d like to adopt a Kara bitty, one with healing abilities, to look after him.”

“Healing isn’t a common trait for Kara bitties, but I happen to have one here with decent healing magic if you’d like to meet him.” I agreed without any hesitation. Buttons needed this. I followed Miss Fluffers to a second table where she had her adoptable bittybones set up to meet potential owners.

The Kara with the healing powers was quite a handsome specimen. Markings in the shape of bird footprints crisscrossed his skull, and his feathers shone a shimmering iridescent blue-black. His fluffy tail wiggled to and fro as we approached him. I gently tickled his little, round cheek, and he giggled, blue eyes sparkling with joy. When I asked if he’d be interested in joining our growing family, he responded with an enthusiastic “koo!”

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” Miss Fluffers chuckled. She gave the Kara bitty a loving goodbye kiss on the top of his skull, and he flew from her hands to perch on my shoulder with yet another “koo!” What a charming little darling!

I went to fetch Red, who appeared to be quite enjoying Peppi’s company (we’re friends now). He gave the robot bitty a cheeky wink. “Un-tail next time then, Peppi,” he called over his shoulder as I scooped him up and placed him on my other shoulder. Peppi giggled and waved to him. I looked around for Brassy.

Brassberry came dashing towards me from around a corner. A trickle of fresh blood leaked from his nasal cavity. He leapt forward, and I caught him and deposited him quickly into the safety of my purse.

“What happened to you?” I asked him in shock.

“I touched a butt,” he answered smugly.

“And it gave you a nosebleed?” I was understandably incredulous.

“Nah.” Brassy grinned. “He punched me.”

He didn’t look the least bit sorry.

(It was totally worth it)

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