#blank bitty

I hopped out of bed the next morning with all the vigor of a person who has just woken up and hasn't yet had a chance for circumstance (such as the chaos of getting seven bittys dressed for the day) to crush all of their energy and motivation. That vigor diminished when Red and Brassy both decided to protest pants for some reason (viva la nudity!), and Berry the Yanberry rolled out of bed spewing a string of, admittedly impressive, swear words and phrases. The potty-mouthed bastard could probably beat me at Scrabble without using a single appropriate word.

Triple points if I say “oh my God” while looking the term up on Urban Dictionary, and no, I'm not going to ask him to use it in a sentence.

Fortunately, my miniscule assistant, Corvus the Kara bitty, had a handle on his adopted nestlings. He and Buttons were fully dressed though the newly named Egg the Softbones still wore his comfy pajamas, which was par for the course with his bitty type. Phantom had picked out an outfit for himself though he noticeably lacked a shirt and obviously thought the look suited him. Of course a grumpy Brassy and still-pantsless Red heckled him to "put some damn clothes on.” (fuckin’ showoff)

It felt like time to accept that “good enough” would be my mantra from now on if I wanted to get anything done. I escorted my bitty brigade into the kitchen for breakfast where I discovered round 2 of energy-sapping problems. Buttons already had a specific dietary guideline: no meat, and Red still maintained his allergy to shrimp as long as they weren't shrimp from my plate (it's a fickle allergy). Would my new bittys have special dietary requests too?

First, I divided the seven boys into herbivores and carnivores. Kara kooed that he would join Buttons as a vegetarian, and Egg the Softbones gave a thumbs-up of agreement from where he dozed facedown on the counter when Kara prompted him. Berry and Phantom opted to participate in the mysterious Meat Club (you're not supposed to talk about it)(And that shirtless asshole ain't invited!) that Red and Brassy had started. Being the sweetheart that he is, Buttons suggested that the vegetarians eat in the living room so that us carnivores weren't relegated to the “garage of shame” (bold of him to assume that i feel shame).

Next, I asked Corvus if he minded eating eggs since I planned to make a vegetable omelet for breakfast. I worried that he might find egg consumption offensive considering his bird-like appearance. Instead, he kooed out a laugh and ruffled his wing feathers. Apparently my question amused him, but he reassured me that eggs were fine with him. I took it as a good sign that we'd all be eating breakfast together and got the entire crew gathered at the table so I could start cooking.

Omelets don't take long to make, even if I needed to chop a few mushrooms, peppers, and onions. Even that short amount of time was far too long for me to expect my bitty boys to behave themselves.

The problem started when Phantom made a flirty comment while I prepped ingredients. A scuffle ensued, but by the time I turned to scold my bittys at knifepoint, they stared back at me with perfect innocence and strangely disheveled clothing (he started it)(Nothing happened). This weird occurrence kept weirdly occurring every few seconds until I plopped a warm, fluffy omelet onto the table and began portioning tiny servings onto bitty-sized plates. Seven teensy skeletons settled down to their meals.

The reactions varied. Kara kooed happily, and Egg actually sat up to eat. Buttons declared the food to be delicious, a sentiment that Berry echoed with an unnecessary amount of expletives that had probably never been used to describe an omelet before. Brassy shoveled down his plateful so fast that I doubted he tasted it at all, but he opened his mouth to comment anyway only to be interrupted by Phantom tossing another flirtatious compliment my way. 

There was a single beat of silence.

Then breakfast devolved into pandemonium.

Corvus escorted Egg, Buttons, and Berry away from the explosive fray, each bitty taking his breakfast with him. Red had double handfuls of omelet and appeared to be trying to shove them into Phantom's eye sockets (yup). Phantom easily fended him off with his superior reach, though Brassy threw him off balance with a wild leg tackle. Pieces of omelet flew everywhere as I separated the three bittys who stubbornly continued to throw both insults and breakfast at each other.

I grounded Red (unfair) and Brassy (We were defending your honor!) to their respective bitty houses. Phantom, Corvus, Egg, Buttons, and Berry were relocated to the living room to finish their breakfast in front of the TV. I turned on a reality show to drown out Red's enraged (rightfully!) screeching and the sound of him slamming around anything he could find that he hadn't already destroyed, which turned out to be not much after last night's destructive tantrum.

I cleaned up the kitchen table then brought my own meal into the living room. I spent more time pondering than eating, and by the time I figured out a solution to the jealousy conundrum, my once steaming eggs had become cold gelatinous blobs on my plate. I refused to get rid of Phantom (boo), but I knew a surefire way to make Red and Brassy behave:

Bribery.

(i can be bought)

I am definitely not above bribing my bittybones for a little peace and quiet. It's time to implement Good Boy Points!

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Model: 1.0

Version: OG

Size: 20 inches tall(Micro) 9'6 feet tall(Mini), 12'6(Fullsized), 15'6(Bara)

Personality: Caring, protective, patient, observant, levelheaded,

Likes: Kids, being the caretaker, quieter households, entertaining the young ones, older types of music(i.e 40s jazz, classical music, etc.)

Dislikes: Destructive/aggressive bitties/people, inappropriate drawings being drawn on them, people hurting his charges/the children he looks after

Compatibility: They do well in any size house though often prefer smaller households due to being more of a caretaker type that looks over the kids, due to this they also prefer having younger or more kid like bitties to watch over,

They are made for large groups of kids but prefer calmer environments,

They are gentle giant, but extremely strong and intimidating when threatened,

They often become more attached at protective over then kids they watch over than any adults they come in contact with, though this does not mean they can not like adults, they just find children more predictable! They are also made to watch over and protect kids after all,

Additional info: Only spot wash with disinfectant whips, or remove suit to clean, do not remove suit without permission,

For charging a large, long, cord is provided, able to be plugged into the wall with an adapter or a small solar powered generator that is also provided, bitties can go a month without charge but daily charging is preferable, as after a day or two, depending of the bitty, they must go into a power saving mode and must use their reserves, and they will be very sluggish until a proper recharging takes place,

Performances: Being drawn on, watching after smaller children

In Universe: Blank bitties are often seen as very good with kids, though some can't get past how they look,

Difficulty: Beginner

Continuation of 1 & 2

commissioned by @the-doctor-s

Warning: cuteness.

Yeah so King is doing well, it’s been about a week and a half since the incident and he's still pretty sore but can move a bit better so we put him back into his bed, he's been trying to give Unnamed a bit of personality and he went to sleep very happy and with a new son! And yes, it is 2am rn.

King is by @vex-bittys, Payt is by @toxious-bitties and Unnamed is by @gigglesbittyblog.

1st place winner, @bloopsies!!!

And a small drabble!!!

-Bus Post- Libby casually strolled down the streets, making her way towards what looked like her neighbourhood. Suddenly, out of no where, deep clouds of fog wafted the airs, covering the sky and ground instantly. Having lost her way, Libby stood by what seemed to be a bus station post. And surprisingly she sees lights, bright lights, but it doesn’t sound like a bus nor have the lights of one? It makes clanks and rumbles the ground as it drives towards her…like a train would? It was getting louder and it was clearly much bigger than a bus…the mysterious bus came to a slow halt near her, cart after cart passed her loudly, she covered her ears, “what was a train doing off its tracks and in a neighborhood!?” Libby shouted to no one in particular, she wasn’t sure to question the train or the fact that she was no longer in her neighborhood or anywhere near her town…

Here is Team Giggledroid. >X3 I love them all. So adorable! My baby Blank is missing from the pic because I adopted her after I inked it in. Whoops.>3>;