#Lolo bitty

[diaxmaurice]

My itty bitty Lolo bear. 🥹🫶🏾

[parvuls]

[stillebesat]

Deep Heart (3/5)

Sanders Sides: Virgil, Patton, Roman, Thomas, Logan Blurb: When Logan leaves the others in Patton’s room, Virgil takes matters into his own hands and ends up revealing a secret Patton wanted to keep hidden. (takes place at the end of Moving On 1/2)  Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort, Drama Inspiration: Inspiration for this story came from This Set of Tumblr posts by @fandomsandanythingelse @sidewritings @darude-sanderstorm  Warnings: Negative Self-Talk, Pain/Injuries Tags: @loverofpizzaandallthingssweet @not-so-innocent-bi-sander @redundant-statements-for-400 @icecoldparadise @novagalaxy4real @little-lunatica @cinquefoilelove @loganssideblog @hghrules @nyxwordsmith @thebaagelboy @midnightcandy @satisfied-sanders-sides @helloisthisusernametaken  To Catch Up: (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2)

Virgil jerked his hands up as the darkness swelled, fighting to keep himself from increasing in size along with it. It wasn’t working. He gritted his teeth. “Pat, calm dow--” Thomas cried out in agony, falling to his knees, his fingers digging into his scalp as blue glacial ice crackled and flowed across the floor from Logan’s spot like a ghostly oil slick, frosting all it touched. “Thomas!” Virgil and Roman cried out together. Virgil sprang forward instinctively only to be jerked back by the vines tightening convulsively in response to the frost spreading through them. He slammed into the wall behind him, cracking it.                         Worthless.                                                         So slow.         Should have seen the signs.                                                                             Too trusting.                 What good is it to be nice?                                                                Nice guys always finish last. Roman only made it as far as his knees, fumbling for his sword before he fell forward onto his elbows, gasping for breath. “Thomas. Hang...hang in there!” “Don't worry.” Patton said as the drapes behind him twisted, tearing further. “I'm sure the feeling will pass.” Patton fingered the sutures on his chest. “It will all be just fine.”

“This isn’t fine, Patton!” Virgil yelled, clawing at the frozen vines, his breath frosting in front of him.       No one will love you.                                           Weak.                  What’s the point of fighting it? Nothing works.                                                  Nothing helps. “It hurts.” Thomas moaned, curling up tighter into a ball, his fingers a stark white against his dark hair. “It will….be….okay...Thomas.” Roman gasped out still trying to pull his rusted sword out of it’s sheath. Virgil gritted his teeth, eyes only on Thomas. “You’re hurting Tho--” Patton snorted, interrupting Virgil. “Oh now it HURTS!” He threw his good hand up in the air, the colored lights getting more sickly in their glow. “When a lil itty bitty brain freeze comes your way that's what causes you pain? That’s what makes you want to fix things? Not the feelings nor the emotions but the lack of thought!?” He took a step forward, kicking the broken picture frames out of his way. “Now it hurts? Everything hurts, Thomas.” Patton coldly stated, his cardigan accumulating more chains. “What's one more needle in the pin cushion going to change? Nothing.” Roman let go of the sword, in favor of pushing himself onto his knees. “Things... will get better... if we're optimis---” “You can't just think away the pain, Roman. It doesn't work like that. The mind can't trick the heart” Patton gestured and the glacier occupying Logan’s spot kicked up into a bitter cold whirlwind, blurring the hallway behind as it swirled in a mini blizzard of ice and shredded paper. A flash of purple light crossed through it as the blizzard vanished as suddenly as it appeared, briefly piercing the darkness. Virgil shot upright, ignoring the thorns plunging into his skin. “LOGAN!” It’s all for nothing.                                           It can’t be fixed.                 Forever broken.                                                          Can’t think. Can’t do. Can’t be. Never good enough.                                           It’s pointless to try. The Logical Side knelt in his spot, covered in a thick layer of ice and pulsating ember colored chains, leaving him unable to move more than his eyes. Eyes filled with terror as he stared at Patton, a soft whimper escaping through the gag that dug into his mouth, leaving red marks at the corners. Virgil’s vision blurred as the air left his lungs, leaving him gasping for air. No. No! Logan couldn’t be trapped in this place too! Not like that! He was the one who found the solutions to their problems! He was the one to point out a path to take. He couldn’t be reduced to... to... a statue! Patton barred his teeth. “Lil LoLo ran out of things to say a long time ago. Don’t you agree Thomas?” He demanded. Thomas shuddered, slowly lifting his head, one hand covering one eye, the other falling to clutch his heart. “Pat, please.” He whispered, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. “Don’t.” “Don’t what? Don’t FEEL? Don’t be SAD? Don’t be ANGRY?” Patton spat, taking another step forward, crunching his glasses underfoot. “Just cheer up, Patton. Be Happy, Patton. Nothing is wrong. It will all be fine. Is that what you want me to do?! Just make a joke and pretend it’s all alright is that it?” “No, of course….not.” Roman feebly raised a hand only to drop it, crying out like he’d been physically hit when Patton whirled on him, glaring daggers. Roman jerked backwards to huddle wide-eyed against the TV stand, fresh cuts marring the side of his face and neck. “Then you should have listened to me! Shouldn’t you?” Patton yelled. More chains, thicker and darker, rolled off of his cardigan, hanging like a metal cape down his back. “I told you my room was a mess. I told you that this wasn’t a good idea. I tried to tell you and YOU DIDN’T LISTEN TO ME.” Virgil clenched his fists. This was wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. He should have done more. Been a better lookout, a better protector to the others. They all should have done something. Noticed Patton was suffering! Virgil should have been more vocal before they’d entered Nostalgia Nirvana about letting Patton state his opinion. They should have listened. They needed to listen now, find a way out. But how? What could they do? Logan was trapped! He was the one who always had the answers they needed. Virgil inhaled, blinking, his vision clearing to settle on the logical side. What could they do? His heart jumped. Logan was staring at him. Wide-eyed and pleading. They sharpened on Virgil before his eyes flicked to Patton and back to Virgil. Again and again he repeated the motion. “This is Your Problem to resolve.” Logan’s words resounded in his head. Virgil’s breath caught. No way. Had Logan known that--of course he had. The Logical Side had seen the signs of the others being corrupted when they’d visited Virgil’s room. He’d noticed the signs in Patton’s room, but being Logic...he couldn’t have helped. Not with feelings. Not with emotions. Virgil shook his head slowly, staring at Logan incredulously. He had to be kidding. Logan had to be kidding. How could he expect him, Anxiety to fix this?! Logan’s eyes softened, his eyebrows briefly rising and falling. A nod. Silent encouragement. Pleading for help. Logan expected him to fix it. He was placing his faith in him to get them all out. “You’re right.” Virgil mumbled, his mind only half on what Patton was saying. How could He fix this? What could he do? “I’m what?” Patton demanded, whirling, his good hand resting on his hip. Wait...didn’t Logan always state that three wrong turns made a right? Two negatives could make a positive? His heart took off in his chest as an idea sparked. Logan’s eyes brightened, hope burning brightly in his gaze. Virgil gave Logan the tiniest of smiles. Two negatives huh? He tore his gaze away from the Logical Side’s frozen form, looking down to Patton. “I said. You’re right. We should have listened to you.” But not to Patton now. No. Not to him now. He was hurt. He wasn’t thinking straight with all the emotions, all the self-doubt filling his room. Patton was suffering, and who knew suffering better than Virgil? “But do you think terrorizing us and weakening us is the way to go about it, Dad?” Patton hesitated, looking up to Virgil. “Kiddo.” He whispered, his good arm rising to sling his other arm rested in, cradling it. Virgil straightened, his breathing evening out as he turned fully to Patton. He could feel Logan’s eyes on his back. Full of confidence. Logan believed Virgil could do this. He could do this. The hooks pulled out of his skin, the shadows in the stairwell darkening around him as he focused on the upset Side. “Has that ever helped Thomas in the past? When I’ve done it? Has it ever done anything good in the long term?” They couldn’t go on like this. Patton couldn’t go on like this. He couldn’t hide his feelings from them any more, but they also couldn’t stay here. Not when his room was so riddled with the vines, with darkness. Broken. Patton wavered, but shook his head. “So what? You want me to pretend everything is okay too, kiddo?” Patton demanded, narrowing his blackened eyes as green light flashed across him. “Why do you get to be the only one who can be upset?” Virgil rolled his shoulders, the vines slipping off him as he focused. Breathe. Relax. He could do this. Confidence. Logan, Roman, and Thomas all needed him. He could do this. This was his area of expertise. Anxiety. “Of course not. It’s not okay. Nothing is okay right now.” Virgil shook his head, letting his clenched hands fall open. “Our future is rather bleak currently, so I say go ahead.” He stepped down from his spot, though it hardly made a difference to him. He still towered over everyone, over Patton. A black avalanche, ready to crash down and consume all in his path. “Be upset. Take it out on us. Nothing is ever going to be okay again, so why try and pretend otherwise?” Patton inhaled raggedly. “It’s not okay.” His fingers dug at the sutures in his chest. “It hurts.” “Of course it does. Why? Because it’s true. Focus on this. Focus on the fact that We. Can. Never. Be. Happy. Again.” Virgil took a step forward, relieved to see Patton hunch in place as Virgil’s shadow fell over him. No one liked anxiety. Not even when Patton was full of his own version of it, of despair that things couldn’t get better. “You can never be happy again, because no one can replace that hole in your heart. That wound will never heal.” Patton swallowed hard, shoulders slumping. “It won’t.” He whispered. He gritted his teeth. “This can’t be fixed Love only hurts.” He lifted his head, glaring at the others. “Virgil, that’s not...how...love wor--” Virgil jerked his hand up, cutting Roman off. “Your idealism isn’t needed, Princey.” He growled turning his attention to weakened Side. Keep going. He mouthed to the Roman. “Not every relationship ends with True Love’s Kiss.” Fight. His eyes flicked to Patton then back to Roman. “There are No Happily Ever Afters in the real world. Grow up.” Patton flinched, taking a step back, nearly falling over the chains pooled around him. “That’s not true, Virgil.” Thomas denied from behind. “You know tha--” “That no one cares?” Virgil asked, turning to Thomas. Who’d managed to get to his feet, swaying, now hugging himself tightly. Virgil shot him an encouraging smile. Keep going. He mouthed. “You need to stop smelling the roses, Thomas. No. One. Cares.” “We care.” Thomas said slowly, eyes searching Virgil’s. “We all care.” He looked to Patton, gripping his chest tighter. “We care, Patton. We do!” Virgil snorted, turning away. Raising an eyebrow to Roman. Fight me. “Sure you do. It’s obvious here how much you cared. You’ve all cared soo much since the break-up.” “You shoved the feelings aside. You tried to not think about them.” Blue light flashed across Patton’s face, fresh tears running down his cheeks. His clenched hands slowly relaxing. Roman’s sunken gaze sharpened. “It hasn’t...all...been skipping through the meadows, picking...daisies...Patton, but we were….still...able to be...happy. You….know...that.” He gasped out, struggling to sit up straight, clinging to the TV stand. “We can’t... be... sad all the time.” “We’ve met so many people that made us smile. ” Thomas pleaded. “People that made us laugh, that made us forget the ache.” Virgil flashed Roman a smile of approval, wishing he could do the same to Thomas even as he shook his head, taking another step towards Patton. “Forget it? Ha. Did you forget it Patton? Did the pain go away?” “N-No...” Patton stuttered, his voice wavering. “There’s a void there.” He jabbed a finger towards Patton’s heart. Patton cringed, inhaling raggedly. His hand brushed the sutures over his heart before he reached up to hold onto a chain coated cardigan sleeve. He gripped it tightly, hand shaking. Virgil kept his own hand steady, conscious of the others eyes on him. “And no matter what is done. It’s never going away. Because no one cares about how you feel. How Thomas feels. No one ever listens to the heart.” “That’s not true! We do listen.” Roman cried out, struggling to stand. Virgil snorted. “Oh, Sure you do.” “You don’t listen to me. You listen to Logan more than me.” Patton retorted glaring through his tears at the bound side. He tugged forcefully at his cardigan, but the chains prevented it from budging. Virgil shifted his feet, blocking Logan from Patton’s view. “Logic wins.” He intoned. “Every time.” Patton whimpered. “Yes.” “He does not!” Roman cried out. His grip slipped from the stand as he tried to straighten. He fell hard against the wall, knocking the bent lamp to the floor with a clatter, making Patton jump, turning back to him. “Roman.” Patton’s hand half lifted from his cardigan before falling back to grip it. Virgil exhaled, slowly allowing his presence to withdraw, his shadow to shrink while Patton was distracted. “Patton, logic doesn’t... understand creativity.” Roman pushed against the wall, shakily bracing himself as he stared down Patton. “You...do.” His eyes flicked to Virgil. Virgil sent a tiny smile to Roman, the barest of nods of encouragement. Go on. He mouthed as he continued pulling the darkness away. Roman drew in an unsteady breath. “You’re the one…. who inspires…. Me.” He said staring into Patton’s eyes. “You’re the one who…. motivates us to try out…. my ideas even if they don’t logically appear... to be possible.” Roman groaned, clutching at his chest. “I listen. To...you.” Virgil scoffed, moving another step closer to Patton. “Not when it truly counts. Not in this. But none of that matters, right, Patton? At the end of the day. It doesn’t matter. They don’t care about your true feelings. Just what makes them feel good.” “Ri--right.” Patton tugged at the cardigan around his neck, staring at Roman, feet shifting in place, pushing away the chains pooling at his feet. “I didn’t know you... weren’t showing me... your true room!” Roman cried out, wobbling as he pushed away from the wall. “You know I take things... at face value.” His hands clenched as he lowered his head. Swaying in place. “How was I supposed... to know it wasn’t... your real room?” He groaned again, hunching as he gripped his chest. “I never knew it was... anything but that!” “Roman, stop.” Patton choked out. He reached out, struggling against the cloak of chains holding him in place. “You’re hurting yourself.” Virgil waved a hand dismissively in the air, the flickering colored lights changing to normal as they crossed over him. “It’s all pointless, Patton. We shouldn’t even try anymore. We can’t be our best selves. Broken as you are. Not with Thomas’s relationship status back to single. He should just hide in his room. Never go anywhere. Do anything. No one even cares about your feelings in the first place. Why? Because no one listens to you.” “I do.” Roman gritted his teeth, sinking to the floor. “I would. Thomas...Thomas’s friends…” “Are just pretending. You know they’re sick of it, Princey. All the moping about. No one wants that around them.” Come on guys. Keep going. A little more and he could help lessen the pain. “That’s not true.” Patton whispered, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks, the black haze around him fading. “They listen. They’ve been here. Supportive. A shoulder to cry on.” Virgil shook his head, drawing closer to Patton, pulling the shadows back into himself, decreasing his presence further in the room. He was nearly the same height as Patton now. “They think Thomas should just get over it. Be happy. Why should we hold up a positive front for them? Stop believing things are going to get better, Patton. They won’t.” “They will!” Roman cried, sunken eyes never leaving Patton’s face. “One failed... relationship doesn’t... mean all others are doomed! That our... future one won’t be...better.” Virgil snorted. Hand hovering near Patton’s shoulder. Come on Patton. Let go. “Sure it does. We tried. We failed. We won’t ever experience that sort of thing ever again. Give it up, Princey. Anything we do will only end in more pain.” “It doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy what friendships I have.” Thomas spoke up, tone soft. He stepped forward back into Virgil’s line of sight, still hugging himself. Patton tore his eyes from Roman, trembling as he looked to Thomas. His hand spasming in it’s grip on the chain covered sleeve. “I can’t fully fill the void that was left, but...I don’t have to be constantly consumed by it.” He took a breath, scrubbing at his eyes. “Patton. I shouldn’t have tried to fight against the ache, against feeling sad. It wasn’t fair to you. For me to pretend things were fine when it wasn’t. That you felt you had to always be happy for everyone.” “It wasn’t.” Patton mumbled, voice hitching, heedless of Virgil’s closeness. “I”m sorry, Patton.” Thomas whispered. “I am so sorry.” Patton’s lips trembled, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry too, Thomas.” He replied just as softly, hand dropping from the chains to fall at his side. Now! Virgil grabbed Patton’s cardigan, gritting his teeth as it burned him. Geez, how much guilt and despair did this thing hold?! Forcefully he tugged at it, pulling its chain covered weight free from Patton’s shoulders. Patton gasped, hand snapping out to grab at the cardigan and missing as Virgil darted to the corner, pulling the chains out of Patton’s reach. “VIRGIL!” Virgil turned, offering Patton a humorless smile in the face of his panicked shout. “This old thing was weighing you down was it not, Dad?” He asked holding up the cardigan. It felt like lifting a tank. Patton gaped at him, hand outstretched. “Not anymore.” Virgil clenched his fists and tugged at the fabric. Purple lightning crackled over the cardigan, turning it and the chains to dust in the blink of an eye. To Be Continued  << Chapter 1 Chapter 2   Chapter 4  Chapter 5>>

[shinigami-bittybones]

About Shinigami Senta

   While the translation would equate to “Death God Center”, you’ll have to trust that the owner of this Bittybones adoption center is nothing but kind! By reading this mini-guide on the center itself, we hope that you’ll be visiting us soon!

   Shinigami Senta is run by Aki and co-run by Lolo (& Tai), owners of the attached Lolo & Tai’s Health Clinic [for Monsters, Humans, and Bitties] on the right side. This center is not connected to the housing, but is nearby in case of emergencies.

   The main center is adoption only. Walking in reveals a fair-sized waiting room and front desk that doubles as a small shop for Bitties offered there at the center. There’s two doors on either side; the one to the right leads to the Bitty areas, the left leads to Lolo and Tai’s Health Clinic (which we’ll get to in a moment);

   First, the Bitty areas.

   Walking through the main door leads you to the Bitty adoption area. A small hallway takes you to a larger side room where the Bitties are kept. Bird-types, like Littlewing, Gladys, and Herron, are kept in another side room, where they can fly free. Please ask an associate before attempting to enter the aviary.

   Normal bitties are placed in cages around the room during certain times of the day, but might also be in one of the play rooms. You can find your Bitty that way or, if you have one in mind already, request the Bitty you want and spend some time with them in a private play room!

   We here at Shinigami Senta encourage adopter and adoptee interactions before adoption. It dissuades most impulse buyers who might adopt than ditch, saving the Bitty some heartbreak... Hopefully, it’ll only impress them upon you more, so that you might adopt a wonderful companion!

   The front desk, as previously mentioned, doubles as a small shop, run by fox-hybrid Kaon. He assists new people to the center, greets all, and also sells things that might help a Bitty settle better into a home. For example, there are toy/plastic mini-knives for Bellaberry/Chara Bitties (only get if they are the only Bitty you’ll own!!! Even a fairly well-behaved Chara can find a way to kill with such an object), hammocks for bird-bitties to roost in for the night, and even a few stands (for bird bitties) and playsets for their amusement! Snacks of Bitty-sizes are also available and Kaon can offer you a magazine of various, Shinigami Senta-approved items, including clothes!

   You’ll be acquainting yourself with Kaon a few times by the time your first visit is over and if you return, you’ll be seeing him again, so do be sure to chat with him a bit! I’m sure he’d enjoy the company.

   To the left, you’ll enter Lolo and Tai’s Health Clinic. This one body, two monster pair oversees the health and care of monsters, humans, and bitties alike! Lolo and Tai (that huge “tail” of hers) specialize in mainly monster care, but since reaching the surface, have become proficient in human-care as well. Helping her with Bitties is her very own Sunstone Papy bitty! (You’ll often hear her call him “Sunshine”, though.)

   The waiting room is where you’ll first end up either way, with the check-up rooms dotting the front; further back are for bitties and the second floor is for human and monster care. Bitties might end up there as well, if things are particularly serious.

   Front desk manager is a human woman by the name of Elise. She can help set up appointments, get you in a waiting room as fast as possible, or simply answer some simple healthcare concerns you might have. Those bigger, more in-depth ones are best answered by one of the doctors there!

   Each owner usually patrols around their side, helping out those in need or for a small chat. If there is a pressing matter you need to address with either one of them, just ask those working at the front desk; from there, they’re a call away!

   Oh, and a fun fact for the day... The heights of the ones who work at the Center!

Kaon- 5′9″ Lolo- 5′5″ Elise- 5′4″ Aki- ~5′2″

[jayedshifter]

Could I get a bitty matchup for my oc Char? Char is not short for Charlotte…It’s short for charbroiled. Char was caught in a housefire and suffered severe burns, as well as several other injuries, and lost an eye. Some days she is perfectly fine, other days she hurts too much to do much of anything. Most days are more on the fine side with some minor aches and pains. Her hair is currently a jewfro as it’s still growing back, and the poor girl has curly hair. She is 32, shows evidence of having lost a lot of weight quickly, with brown hair and eye. (The other is sometimes a normal glass eye, sometimes sparkly, sometimes creepy) She still cares more about others and loves helping out where she can. Often volunteers at Fire department events to talk about being stuck in a fire and what she did wrong. She has extreme self esteem issues from the excessive scarring, and makes self deprecating jokes. She is also sassy and snarky with friends and family, and will make regular puns about herself especially. On low energy/high pain days, she likes reading, movies, and video games to distract herself. On normal days, she enjoys going for walks and meandering hikes.

I most certainly can try my best!

my recommendation to you is a Toro!

Toros can be affectionate an understanding and will store away needed items such as burn cream and snacks in their stomach and chest cavity for whenever you need it! they also know what it feels like to be half blind or have a sensitive area so they will be very cautious and gentle when you need them to be- not only that but you said you dropped a lot of weight right? they can help give you or make a healthy diet to regulate your weight loss and gain! (they can also grow to large hights- about as big as a person which is great because they can also help out with things around the house within your older age-)

my next recommendation is a Lolo!

This bitty is extremely sensitive to Temperature chainages and smells! they can be very alert and tell you if something is wrong! they love to help around the house and as long as your willing to carry something thats cold and long lasting their very much willing to go on walks on hot sunny days! they are also very willing to learn and teach children and other people about the importance and safety about fire safety! yes they are cuddly and physically affectionate but they can hold off if you need it- often times deciding to grab items that you request! (a Lolo will also love to play games and such with you that are non physical or bodily straining)

And lastly- A SugarBob!

Yes they can be mischievous, maybe a bit too curious and adventurous- but they wont judge your looks at all- hes a big confidence booster and will praise you to the high heavens if need be- Sugarbobs can love to learn about new things and sounding smart so they will absolutely be willing to follow your teachings and help teach others- hes also sassy and will indeed sass back with you playfully the entire day- just don't blame me if you get rosted a lot though XD These bitties are also very alert to others moods and their emotions so he can most likely tell when and if you need a break- help or just a quiet day! also he's absolutely willing to beat you in videogames-(Walks outside might be a bit difficult because of his sweet scent attracting things to eat him but if you have scent represents and a special 'no bite' bitty lather that i can provide it can work out perfectly fine!)

[jayedshifter]

hii! I wanna adopt a Lolo, Lopy, and Snowflake! :3

Most certainly! I do hope you enjoy your new friends!

I know their just as excited as you to have a new family member! The Snowflake has a very subtle bunny stamp pattern in their legs and wing speckles!

[jayedshifter]

I was wondering if there might be a Toro, Lopy, and a Lolo that might be interested in a new home, and don't mind a rather large family. I have a large array of bitties that are like family but then there's also all the bitties offered at the shop. We have plenty of safe spots for if anyone gets overwhelmed and I'm always happy to find a way to help any bitty feel more comfortable and at home. -Saiyuri

oh definitely!

But please be mindful that our bitties have sensitive ears so they will require a safe quiet space to go too- any one of my Toros, Lopys and Lolos would be very happy with a large family! but i do suppose i could find a few specifically-

This. Big Old Baby is a Return after he got too big- Hes actually hard of hearing and won’t need a quiet safe space like the other bitties because he’s used to the level of noise of a large family-

His Nickname is Pillow! :D

[jayedshifter]

Hi Mama Shift, I have a concern about my Lolo and Lopy bittys.

It's not round that time to happen just yet, especially since Duke is still a Princeling, but i'm concerned about how Benny and Charmie will take Duke's teenage years as Vasil bitty teens develop a prey drive they'll take out on bitty sized vertebrae.

My concern is that the beginning period will involve them learning to hunt which will cause interaction with the wild life that may invoke, uh, squeamish reactions.

I don't want to mentally scar my Lolo and Lopy bittys and I don't want to cause a rift in Benny's and Charmie's relationship with Duke in his teenager years. I was thinking of removing them from the learning process stage entirely but because of how attached he is of them Duke would want their approval on his kills so im not sure.

They're your bittys so any advice on how to help them deal with it when it comes will be appreciated.

Oh- this really is a problem, hmmm. . .

My suggestion for you is to explain to them early on, they can be rather understanding especially since their instinct based as well- they can understand the situation- the best method is to slowly desensitize them to any gore that you might think may happen during this time- start out slow- cooking being the best method by using meat, skinning animals, plucking feathers, flaying fish in front of them, all good ways to start! the next would be gutting, and the next after would have been to get them to cook the meats with you- it will be a rather tough process, knowing they themselves are a 'prey' type bitty, but since he has some growing to do it shouldn't be too bad!

they may have squeamish reactions still sure, but they will be able to hide the discomfort of it, and grow used to it

[jayedshifter]

A kitsune brings in a variety of nesting materials, healing supplies, and treats, a gentle smile on her face. "I hope you don't mind a little supply delivery including sweets for you and the bitties. I can't wait to see all the bitties you have!"

Oh their going to love it!~

I think the Lopy and Lolo’s especially will enjoy the nesting supplies and the Calf’s and Toros will definitely dig in and share the treats with the other bitties of the shop!

Thank you very much for your donation! ^^