*I just wanted to let my followers know that there are still other active bitty blogs out there. If you have an active blog and want to be added to the list (or know of other active bitty blogs), let me know!
@dumplingsspookysweeties has adoptable bitties and scenarios/asks are open!
@fantasy-fields-bitty-center is an active bitty blog with bittybones available for adoption! Make sure to check out the masterpost to see everything they have to offer!
@himesbittycenter is another active bitty blog offering Sans, Papyrus, and Frisk bitties as well as Cult of the Lamb, Rainworld, and original bitties!
@jayedshifter has active bitty adoptions at their Golden Den Bitty Center! Go check it out; there are Undertale and Invader Zim bitties!
@blacksheepbittybones is also active! They offer Asriel, Muffet, Undyne, and Alphys bitties!
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I spent far too long putting my art brain to work on numbers trying to figure out the weight of a full size lamia with semi-gigantism.
For future reference (under cut cause gobbledegook):
BMI = (weight in kg)/(height in m)squared
Papy type BMI: 22.4 (based on 6ft, 165lb male in mid-twenties)
Sans type BMI: 32.2 (based on 5ft, 165lb male in mid thirties)
Skeleton is avg 14% of total weight.
Avg lamia tail = standing height plus 1/3 (based on drawing scales).
Short lamia tail = standing height (or less).
Long lamia tail = standing height times two plus 1/3.
Height in feet/3.28 = height in m.
To calculate lamia weight-
(height in m) squared * Papy or Sans BMI = (weight in kg)
(weight in kg) * 2.2 = (weight in lbs)
Skeleton weight = (weight in lbs) * .14
Tail weight = (weight in lbs) + 1/3 <dependent on tail length
Full Weight = Skeleton + Tail weight.
Ex. Chain type lamia, long tail, standing height 10ft, tail length 23 ft (long). Chain = Papy type BMI.
Got a new art book for chrismas, and I was asking some of my friends what to draw in it first, only using the colored pens that came with it, the first request was to do my fav bitty, which is the Firerings, or lamia grillby bitties from @vex-bittys so I did and...
I love them so much, but they also look a bit demonic lol, but I love them so much! So I was wondering if Vex could give me a matchup scenario with them.
I'm thinking they are more goth or punk, and like making food and drinks with fake bones or little ornaments or something on them. I imagine they came out looking more like horrortale grillby, but not all the way cuz they aren't one, so they are sad cuz owners are less likely to get them cuz they look kinda scary, and their fire burns higher and looks more wild than others', I'll also probably draw the rest of their body at some point.
Something I wrote for @vex-bittys, happy valentine's day <3
A Tale of Two Corals
The welcoming sun hung overhead in a cloudy sky, letting its warm rays hold any living being with tender caresses, the breeze running through treetops accompanied the beams of light with a passive coolness to make sure no one got too warm, the two working in rare balance to make such an important day perfect. It was a day of blooming spring, barren branches growing blooms on their limbs and once hibernating creatures awakening, even the migrating birds have begun their trip home as winter was melting away about as fast as the ice seeped into the earth as water. A place where many could see these steady changes were in a park just by a large town, -it was still too small to be declared a city, a respected place that was made up of a decently thick forest altered slightly with added benches, trash bins, and upkept dirt paths. It was a piece of land where many would go to get as close to near raw nature as peacefully possible without having to go far, but it was also a place where wild animals, even bitties, could stay without much threat of deforestation or being hunted down. The paths were scarce, not traversing through the entire forest like a broken web, and not many diverged far away from them. However, just because it didn't have threats that the untouched pieces of the wilderness had doesn't mean surviving was easy, even if so though it was home, at least to a coral bitty who grew up as a hatchling here. He was currently occupied with rummaging through his burrow almost frantically, looking through his hoard of trinkets he took from those who ‘no longer needed them’ and collected throughout his life within the vast woodlands, purpose in his every movement. The coral snake lamia lived under the roots of a tree close to one of the aforementioned trails,- one that wasn’t often used by the humans and monsters that ventured through, just as he liked it. It kept him away from others, (so what if he was alone, it's not like he was lonely or anything, and if things went his way, he wouldn't be after today), and it may be a bit on the small side, but it was easily defendable and hidden from anything he didn't want to take on in battle. Though it wasn’t super hidden he supposed, for if it was he wouldn’t have met Carnel that night so long ago, just recalling the memory of meeting the other coral made his bones get warmer, -the sun must have directed its rays directly upon him again.
It was another day spent gathering food for the night, light still occupying the land as he slithered down his own paths through the rest of the forest, his movements stealthy and on edge as he expended his reserved energy. Often he would sleep most of the day to figuratively charge himself up and hunt for leftover litter some disrespectful traveler has tossed to the side, for unless he was desperate he never had the energy to hunt live prey, especially during winter when he's at his most sluggish. The chill often irritated him and made him much more grouchy, but his mood lately hasn't been as bad as it typically is during the season, - specifically with how annoying it's been this year; how can he be grouchy though when he managed to come across a bag of barely touched popato chisps? It’s been strange, every now and then he’ll come across some manufactured food left behind as if waiting just for him, and he was very skeptical at first, but nothing was wrong with it anything left behind at the bench it always seemed to be around. It wasn’t altered, there was no trap set up, the food was just simply left there without regard, and who was he to deny such careless abandon? Looking back, he should have probably asked more questions, like why had no other critters gone after the food, why was it barely touched, and why was it always tucked in a spot he could find it? He could feel excitement at the weight of the bag tucked under his arm, the dead grass parting easily as he sped through it the short distance to his home, declaring his hunt over. The sun had by then stooped low enough that the skies were painted in dark violet hues fighting with amber clouds like spilled ink, a battle so bright it put the earthen ground through a filter, a breathtaking view if one would actually stop to admire it. The forest was winding itself down, beings getting ready to spend the last hours of daylight exploring or hunting for food just as the coral had, some even tucking themselves into an early slumber, meanwhile the more nocturnal had begun to stir, awakening to begin their nightly routines. Most visitors have returned to the safety of their homes around these times, but a human woman and her bitty, a coral like him, had begun taking his path through the trees nowadays, making him change the routine he had gotten so used to. Instead of lounging in the last rays the sun would give him before nightfall and enjoying his meal he's forced to return to his home early lest he be seen and given annoying pity for being a wild bitty; it wasn’t like seeing the pair made him envious or anything, no, just the thought made him sick. The lamia huffed and pushed away any thoughts that felt laced with things he refused to touch as he maneuvered his body down one of the many entrances to his burrow, carefully pulled the bag of chisps under the roots, only to discover another already there. Immediately defensive, clasping his meal with clawed phalanges he released a warning hiss, moving away from the entrance to give the intruder a clear path of escape, before his eye lights registered what, or who, he was looking at. It was the bitty that made him change his routine, the one that came through with that woman, and his sudden presence must have taken the other by surprise, for it took the coral a full second to hiss back instinctively before quickly raising his hands as if he just remembered something.
“hey wait, calm down, i ain’t gonna touch nuthin’, didn’ realize this is yer place.”
He was skeptical, eyeing the offender, before slowly situating himself across the other, -putting his body in between the other and his stash just in case, the underground much cooler than the surface still being warmed by the last of the sunrays. The silence was thick, but the rustling of the aluminum bag eventually cut through it, causing most of the tension dissipate as he visibly loosened his grip after sizing the coral up, deciding the sudden company wasn't worth him putting off his sought after meal. It was probably after the two avoided looking at one another for several painstakingly long moments and a stomach slightly more full with eaten popato chisps that he decided to finally speak the other, voicing a question that was really bugging him.
“where’s the human? didja run away or somethin’?”
The look of disbelief he got in return was near chuckle worthy as the other shut that train of thought down fiercely, squishy the possibility like a berry.
“no. no, we were just doing some hide n seek rounds before we left, i jus seemed to end up choosin yer home as my spot for this round.”
The accent the other had made him think he was from deeper in town, it was much thicker than his own, and even though he wouldn't admit it anywhere besides his thoughts, it was actually kinda nice to listen to. He didn't exactly have much of an accent, for he himself had only picked up speech from the other bitties he had come across, a few had forgotten how to speak in their natural sound based tongue, so while they had been kept under his wing he had to learn. It wasn’t like he took care of them or anything, he just occasionally comes across some abandoned souls and puts it upon himself to male sure they don't die after their first night in these woods. It was usually done either by teaching them how to live in the woods eventually on their own or by taking them to the ends of the park where they can easily find the adoption center and get a different kind of help he can't offer. The wild coral eventually shrugged at the answer given and decided he could manage allowing the hiding bitty to stay here until he gets found, as long as he didn’t touch his things tucked behind him. He even set the bag down between them after several more moments had been sapped away like the warmth draining from the surrounding soil, -being replaced by a crispness an upcoming snowstorm could only bring. The chisps now subtly open in a way that broadly showed he didn’t care if the other took a few even as he continued to eat, both later on getting lost in hushed conversation as they got used to being in the burrow for one together.
His human found him shortly later that night, but it was far from the last time they came across one another, after that point meeting up at the closest bench to interact more often, until eventually it became a near every day event; it became so frequent it had become routine to sit in the grass and soak in the sun until discovered by the other. At first he only humored the idea as long as he got some food out of it, but eventually he got too absorbed in the times they spent together he forgot to even eat whatever was brought, -eventually being saved for a morning meal instead. They progressively became friends, and now the coral wanted them to be more, so much more. He’s grown to trust Carnel with things he wouldn’t trust himself with, feelings that he wasn’t fond of voicing, and in return for that trust he received no judgement, just support they shared between each other wordlessly. Many times during their interactions they found the setting sun to not be warm enough, or grown bored with their meeting spot and shared sights that made them understand the beauties of each others worlds, and they don’t talk about how nice it feels when the tips of their tails seemed to intertwine with minds of their own. The colors of the sunsets always seemed to be unique, a symbol of the small adventures they always went on with the occasional help of Carnel's human. Even now the time spent apart felt to stretch far too long, and today he wants to voice his feelings in a way he can trust himself to not mess it up, -words can just be too hard sometimes. A distracted hiss left his fangs as he scoured his collection, the sun rays moving with time tugging their leash and encouraging him to keep note of the time he spent searching through each object of meaning, needing one that was as perfect as the day. Suddenly, a glint of red caught his eye lights and he isolated it from everything else, finding the perfect thing, excitedly grabbing it with a plan thrusted into his mind while he left to wait at their spot; moments now filled with such soul-fluttering anticipation he couldn’t pause to let doubt inject its venom into his thoughts. The item alone was possibly mate worthy, but he knew he could make it perfect it by braiding some string and combine it with the spare material he had, objects luckily not left behind despite in his scatterbrained thoughts fueled with purpose. As the lamia nearly buried himself into the green blades of grass growing throughout the forest floor he quickly he occupied himself with the daunting task at hand, trying to calm his shaking hands to make a straight stitching, adrenaline contradicting his need to be precise.
The wild-borne bitty sighed, grabbing the hand of the coral following him when he kept lagging behind with his much too cautious movements, ignoring how nice their phalanges felt entangled together like puzzle pieces, or the fact that he didn’t try to pull away.
“it’s not that much further, but if you keep being so slow the sun will have left before we get a chance to see it. you’re lucky i don’t just carry you.”
It was an empty threat, and neither of them would have actually minded if he had decided to do so, but they also knew he was right, timing things with the sun was always a fickle thing if one got as distracted as they did. Just as he said, it didn’t take them much longer to get to their destination, a small pond hidden away far from any path, so hidden in fact only an inhabitant of these woods would know how to come across it. Despite his claims of missing it, they arrived just in time to watch the changing of vibrant oranges, yellows, and pinks as the colors melted together like they were watching entertained paint strokes on canvas be infiltrated by spilt water. The scene melting away was reflected and framed by the shadows of overhanging tree branches, leaves giving the darkening border more character as fireflies begun flickering about. The air seemed to taste sweeter in those moments, hints of dream-like appeal noticeable in the air as if glitter in the dust, and as the sun set and the glassy water was splattered with awakening stars. It was enough to steal one's breath away, as the stars above tried to shine brighter than the disappearing sun, while the stars around them danced to an inaudible song, it was a rare moment where it felt as if nothing could go wrong. Amidst the forest ambience composed of the songs and gossip of hidden creatures, an indecisive voice took the moment for courage, taking advantage of how it seemed the forest let them in upon a secret that they now shared only amongst themselves.
“do ya… do ya think livin’ with ma ‘n i would be so bad? we can visit here every day if ya want, but we could make the journey together, ya know?”
The ambience seemed to grow ever more quiet, as if the weight of the spoken words were not only felt between the two lamias, a stone thrown amongst the pond that created powerful ripples through their surroundings. It was such a large thought, one so looming with a shadow so thick, to leave all he’s known his entire life, it intimidated him so much that not even the unspoken squeeze of their still connected hands could ground him enough to choose his words any differently. His eye lights pulled away from the enchanting scene in front of them and instead took in the rivaling coral next to him, the crimson eye lights catching their favorite rubies with a decision behind them.
“how bout this? the day we become mates is the day i’ll go home with you to your burrow. seems to me you’re just gonna have to suck it up and keep visiting me.”
The hesitancy was set in his words, yes, but it was but a mere weed hidden in the middle of a rosebush, overshadowed by the promise lacing his decision as if ice preserving a flower, and they both could see the blossoming bud connecting them. Soon they explored the edges of the pond, spending their time together as much as they could before they inevitably had to go back so the coral and his human could return to their home, but in the midst of that exploration he had found something.
Footsteps were audible in the distance, coming down his path with quickened steps, as if the owner was were fueled with excited adrenaline, and he knew exactly who they belonged to -it was a hidden fact he could tell her footfalls amongst all the others after good year and a half of visits to his neck of the woods. Ironically, it was only until he could see those pretty red rubies he's grown to love could he feel doubt sink its fangs into him, and he began to fret, fiddling with his phalanges. What if it turned out it wasn’t as perfect as he thought, what if the meaning had been forgotten or not as important to him? It was now that he could notice the small flaws to his stitching with the beginner level skills, and the strings he had hand woven holding it all in place wasn’t exactly the best to use as thread, but it wasn’t like he had much to work with. He hid it the crafted object into his coils while the human smiled at him as a usual greeting, but today she seemed to have a knowing expression etched into her face, (what did she know?), especially as she let Carnel slip off her arm and to his side. His soul thrummed between his ribs as he held up a hand to stop whatever the coral was going to stay and looked to the sky, his crafting had helped time pass by him like a babbling stream, the sun now nearly setting. Moments of confused silence was held between the three before the colors began to bleed out, a sight the two have stayed together to watch nearly every day, but the warmth of the sun held a tenderness this upcoming night that could only be rivaled with the softness in his eye lights. With a 'now or never' aura coming off of him he gazed fondly at his visitor’s face, a paradoxically nervous yet confident smile on display as he reached into his coils to hand over the gift with a bated breath.
The coral laughed, nearly doubled over as he watched his host’s poor balancing attempt fail in nearly slow motion, the pieces of shiny rocks, soft blankets, and small trinkets scattering themselves away from the exasperated lamia’s arms. The other probably wouldn't have admitted it, but the noise of his laughter seemed to have ebbed the other’s displeasure and instead he couldn’t stop the grin crossing his skull, -a huff leaving his mouth as he looked away to try and hide it.
“ya know, ya try to carry all this at once, see if ya will be laughin’ then! lucky i’m even showin ya any of my stuff.”
The words held a slight playfulness he could pick up on, even as he scoffed while he began cleaning up the mess, the thought of how honored the wild lamia actually was instead hidden by teasing as he helped gather everything. Especially teasing as he proceeded to show off how easily he balanced things on his arms and tail, light hearted smugness on his expression as he then chuckled as he carefully began moving with the objects, it wasn't as if he was trying to impress him of anything.
“i dunno, i still seem to be laughin’ here, ya sure yer not just clumsy?”
The hand-made satchel seemed to fit perfectly around the other’s torso, with a deceivingly spacious capacity thanks to a little magick, and a beautiful red gem stitched in to be used as the latch, a piece of carnelian pulled from some lost jewelry. The warmth of spring was against his bones again, making him flush, pride swelling within his marrow as the gift was examined with such a pleased expression. It was enough to give him that extra bit of courage that while the other was fawning over the handmade item, he finally spoke up with a hopeful brightness to his eye lights, the tip of their tails curling around each other. It was suddenly as if they were the only two souls in the woods at that moment, the forest around them seemed to grow silent with the anticipation of the words about to leave his mouth with hushed excitement, time seeming to slow as the moment was being burned into their story. Not a creature dared to make a sound, the breeze held the leaves silent, and the sunset began to grow dimmer until it seemed like the remaining light danced within the gem given to the one so rightfully named after it.
Ok so I got bored and redesigned my lil mushroom guy, Dosis!
He's a mushroom lamia that I made like 2-3 years ago. I really like his mushrooms on his head :D (Might make more outfits for his character idk yet) (Old design underneath)
The tail looks so wobbly lol (Also I don't know what younger me was thinking with the eyes :')
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Likes: Horror movies, scary things, being cared about,
Dislikes: Feeling alone/ignored/forgotten,
Compatibility: They can control nightmares, and can make them better or worse, depending much they like the person they are affecting they can make them much worse or get rid of them completely, and while they don't mind helping their owners/other bitties they hate to be used just or this reason,
They can also feed off negative emotions and are known for lessening some mental illnesses(such as anxiety, paranoia, depression, and more) and are often adopted by people with these illnesses,
These bitties like scary things though they prefer to not be seen as scary, unless they dislike who sees them as such, then they thing its funny,
They are super sassy and sarcastic, often making little quips and are known for annoying other bitties,
They enjoy annoying others and it might as well be their hobby, though they rarely start fights,
Feeding habits: They do not mind any kind of diet, and will eat live meat, though prefer cooked and seasoned food,
Additional info: They are poisonous and should not be handled by hand! if attempted or touched by accident you should clean the area as soon as possible!
The poison easily seeps through the skin and the side affects vary and severity slightly, though it always worsen negative emotions, said emotions also vary but depression/sadness, paranoia and anxiety are the most common ones,
The poison is only in effect when handled skin to skin contact,
They are not always goopy! This does not mean they are not poisonous!
Zone: N/A, Inside
In Universe: They are seen as a strange bitty, and are often called a 'bad sans' type,
Difficulty: Basic - Intermediate
Features:
Main colors: Yellow, black,
Secondary colors: Black, brown, gray,
Extra: Small cobra like hood, though noticeably smaller and thinner,
Additional info: Brighter on the bottom and has thick dark stripes that can be mistaken for bands on top,
Look at this handsome lad. I adopted him from my cousin, since her King and Papython were mated and eventually had kids together.
You should’ve seen how he flaunted his hood and struck regal poses (that I’m pretty sure I saw in a few museum portraits)! The inside of his hood is also a bit iridescent, er- shiny? Either way it looks really cool.
