#its annoying but i rather not have a panic attack due to noise and crowds

[cuervitodeisla]

AHHHH I wish i could attend the concerts in the my chem return era

[teawaffles]

The Fugitives from the Fire: Chapter 4

Note: Some language. Also, this is a long chapter!

Aside: The chapter numbering has been altered slightly — the previous chapter is now just Chapter 3, rather than Chapter 3 Part 1.

Lestrade seemed mortified that they hadn’t even managed to preserve the scene of the crime, for his shoulders quietly slumped.

“Have you managed to deduce anything so far?” he asked Sherlock.

The detective spoke languidly.

“First off, about the man in the room…… Let’s assume he was not only dead, but also murdered. Then if we take the straightforward explanation that it’d been blood on his back, he would’ve most likely been killed using a physical weapon; I’m thinking it could be either a stab or shot wound. As for potential suspects…… An obvious one would be the other fugitive. For motive, they could’ve had a simple falling-out, or maybe he wanted to silence his accomplice for fear of his own arrest.”

The inspector brooded over his analysis.

“A stab or shot wound, hmm. If it’s the former, the attacker would’ve needed to break into the room.”

“Yep, so the most promising candidate right now’s that ‘In the middle of the chaos from the fire, the man had been sniped through the window’.”

“If that’s the case, then does it mean the fire had been an act of arson?”

“It’s highly likely. Do we have a detailed description of the room’s furnishings?”

“For that, let’s ask the officer who witnessed the scene himself.”

Lestrade made a strangely grim expression, then looked in the distance, beckoning someone to come over. But when Sherlock saw him, his jaw dropped.

“……So it’s you.”

“Yeah. It’s me.”

It was Assistant Inspector Gregson. Sherlock was lost for words; before him, Gregson scowled and crossed his arms. He had been the officer who’d stood watch outside the room when the incident occurred, and the sole witness of the murder scene.

Now that he knew that, Sherlock finally understood why the man had been acting strange earlier.

“Ohh, I see. It’s no wonder you didn’t want to face us — the criminal you arrested had been killed before your very eyes.”

Sherlock smirked, and Gregson replied in frustration.

“I-I’m keenly aware of my responsibility in this. But at any rate, as a police officer, I have no reason to feel indebted to you.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything. But from what you said, that means you were the one who’d been in charge of the scene back then. Was there some reason why you chose to remain behind and stand watch?”

Gregson seemed to find it difficult to say aloud.

“……During the interrogation, a crowd had formed around the building; in order to calm them down, I’d wanted to mobilise all the officers at the scene with me. But we absolutely needed someone to keep watch over the fugitive, and I thought my personality wouldn’t be suited to placating the residents here, so I remained behind…… Though, now that I think about it, that had been a rather short-sighted judgement.”

Gregson narrowed his eyes, seemingly vexed at his own mistake, but Lestrade cut in.

“No, I think that was quite a logical decision. Moreover, to begin with, all of you were sent to such a difficult scene on my orders. So part of the blame rests with me as well.”

“N-No, you’re not at fault here, Inspector; it was all due to my carelessness.”

As Lestrade and his subordinate argued back and forth, Sherlock raised a hand to stop them.

“Sorry, but let’s talk about who’s to blame later. For now, our priority’s to share information, isn’t it?”

Annoyed at being spoken to like that by the detective he so detested, Gregson turned to face Lestrade.

“……Well then, what would you like to know, Inspector?”

“The furnishings in the room, please.”

Gregson’s gaze trailed upward as he recalled what he saw back then.

“About the interior, there wasn’t anything particularly unusual. The room was rectangular, with a small bed, a table and two chairs. As for entry points, there was a window on its north side, and the needlessly sturdy door opposite it. There wasn’t even a mirror nor a bathroom.”

Hearing that, Sherlock’s expression turned serious.

“So it was really just a place to sleep. Then, about the man who collapsed while handcuffed to the chair or something — what part of the room was he in?”

Gregson glared hatefully at him, and responded in a thorny tone.

“When I looked through the keyhole, he was on the floor right before my eyes. It was around one step away from the door. And his back — or more precisely, the area stretching from his back to somewhere around his waist — was stained the colour of blood.”

At this point, Sherlock asked a question.

“The victim’s hands were each cuffed to the chair’s armrests, right? If he’d still been in that state, I thought the chair would’ve been resting on his back.”

Furrowing his brows, Gregson crossed his arms.

“There was only so much I could see through the keyhole, so I didn’t manage to get a look at his entire body; but the chair was nowhere near his back. This is just my speculation, but I think he might’ve forcefully broken the armrests and escaped his bonds.”

“Was the chair really that shoddy?”

“……He didn’t put up much of a fight when we arrested him, so I got careless and used something close by to restrain him. On second thought, it was remiss of me to do so.”

Hearing Gregson’s reflection, Sherlock contemplated the fugitive’s exact movements.

“So that means he managed to get free of the chair, and move around the room with his hands still cuffed. In that case, wouldn’t he have made some noise? Though, the commotion from the residents back then might have drowned it out.”

“I don’t think so; even if there had been the sound of the chair breaking, I’m sure I would’ve noticed it. The problem is what happened after the fire began. Back then, I was in a panic, and both the inside and outside of the building were in such an uproar that I didn’t have the attention to notice any noises coming from the room.”

Mortified, Gregson lowered his gaze once again, but Sherlock continued in a calm voice.

“So the arrested fugitive didn’t make his move until the fire broke out. Was there anything in the room that could’ve been used as a weapon?”

“Of course, we thoroughly inspected the room before the interrogation began. From the start, that was the room the man himself had stayed in, so we searched it down to the very corners in case he had hidden anything inside. But we didn’t find anything that could’ve been used as a weapon.”

Gregson said so with certainty, but Sherlock was still not convinced.

“Obviously there were things that could’ve been used to kill or wound, now weren’t there? If he’d broken the wooden armrests, the pieces could have been fashioned into a stake. Even if he didn’t do that, he could’ve broken off wood from the floor or the wall, and created a weapon in the same way.”

“……It sounds like you’re saying he could’ve taken advantage of the commotion from the fire to commit suicide. But even if, as you suggested, he tried to kill himself with a sharp object, normally one would try to cut their neck — it’s hard to believe he would’ve stabbed himself with enough force for the weapon to pierce through his back.”

Gregson had made a reasonable argument; but even as he concurred, Sherlock put forward a different perspective.

“However, let’s say he did break off some wood from the floor or wall, and pared it into a sharp point: what if, when he was moving around, he accidentally fell onto it? It’s not clear whether it was deliberate or unintentional, but I’m thinking it was a fatal wound.”

Sherlock was still pursuing the idea that the criminal had died by his own hand. Hearing that, for a moment, Gregson forgot his animosity and pondered. Then, he shook his head in a gentle denial.

“I don’t think that’s the case either. If it were, there would’ve been some sharp object and bloodstains left in the room. But from what I saw through the keyhole, the walls and floor were clean, and there’d been nothing resembling bloodstains. There were some tiny splatters of something like blood around the body, as well as little puddles of the same substance; but in terms of noticeable bloodstains, that was all I saw.”

“——Only that? If he’d bled out enough for his back to be dyed red, there should’ve been an equivalent amount of blood splattered all around him.”

Sherlock tilted his head. Gregson also thought it strange, and knitted his brows.

“It gets stranger and stranger the more I think about it. It doesn’t seem to be the case that the weapon staunched the wound when he was stabbed…… Maybe he’s anaemic?”

“…………”

It wasn’t clear whether Gregson had been joking, or if that had been unintentional. With a thoughtful look, Sherlock kept his mouth shut.

Then Lestrade, who’d been listening attentively thus far, offered his own theory.

“From what I’ve heard, it seems this is neither a suicide nor an accident. Then what if he was just pretending to be dead? Perhaps the other fugitive had started the fire at some prearranged time. Then the man who’d been caught pretended to be dead, and waited for the officer outside to leave before escaping. Maybe he purposely collapsed in front of the door, in order to have Gregson witness it. As for the blood, he could’ve used some red paint to fake it.”

But Sherlock disputed that view.

“It’s not a bad theory, but then the question remains as to how he managed to splatter the paint in that way. Moreover, he probably wanted to escape the inn; but the other officers had secured the area around the building, right?”

Hearing that, Gregson scowled.

“I don’t like agreeing with you…… But certainly, I didn’t receive any reports that he’d left the room.”

Sherlock looked at the charred ruins of the inn.

“Then he hadn’t managed to escape, so it’s highly likely that he’s been burnt to a crisp in there. Just wondering, were there any secret passages in the room?”

Astonished, Gregson chuckled.

“No way; it’s not like this is a secret base. Besides, we checked the room thoroughly: even if there had been an escape route, we would’ve found it.”

“If we’re talking about escape routes, he could have also broken through the walls or the floor, couldn’t he?”

Gregson pondered over Lestrade’s question for a second, then shook his head gently.

“Certainly, the inn was old, and also not maintained very well: various parts of the walls and floor were decaying, and I even saw some tiny holes where they had rotted through. If we’d taken the time and effort, I think it would’ve been possible to break through them. Still, just like the chair, I’m sure I would’ve caught the sound of the walls or floorboards being stripped off — I was standing right in front of the room. Moreover, if he only started his work after I left, then he would’ve been caught in the blaze before he managed to complete his escape.”

“……I see. The fire seems to have spread pretty fast, and it would’ve been impossible for him to finish the passage right away, now wouldn’t it?” Lestrade agreed.

Then, Sherlock clapped his hands together.

“With that, we’ve eliminated the theory that he faked his death and escaped. We can’t be fully certain until the debris has been searched; but at present, by the process of elimination, there are no longer any obstacles to the theory that this is a locked-room murder, yes?”

Sherlock weaved together the various sources of information as he made that assertion, and Lestrade concurred.

“In that case, just as I’d thought, we’ll need to search for the other fugitive. But a long time has passed since the fire broke out: wouldn’t he have already escaped?”

“About that, Inspector: I have one piece of good news.”

With a proud expression, Gregson continued.

“We know that the other fugitive has burns on his face. Among the guests who evacuated the inn during the fire, there were three men with such injuries.”

“Really? ……But, couldn’t they just be regular people who got caught in the fire?”

Lestrade was doubtful. Immediately, Sherlock responded.

“Not necessarily; no one had entered or left the inn both before and after the fire, so naturally, the arsonist must’ve been inside the building……. Is that what you wanted to say, Mr Assistant Inspector?”

“……Yeah.”

Having had the role of explaining the situation stolen from him, Gregson responded blandly.

An assistant inspector who detested detectives, and the detective himself who enjoyed that antipathy. Hearing their usual exchange, Lestrade broke into a wry smile.

“In that case, we should meet the three and talk to them.”

“Of course; they’ve been gathered at a different location, so…… Hmm?”

Just as Gregson was about to show him the way, he suddenly frowned. Once again, the crowd that had amassed near the scene was starting to make a commotion.

“Oi, you shitty bobbies! There’s soot all over the place, and it’s a pain in the ass!”

“This must be all your doing, oi!”

“Don’t think you can just go home scot-free after all you’ve done here!”

Now that the fire had been put out, it seemed the locals’ anger towards the Yard had gradually been rekindled; all at once, the residents of the slums began to kick up a fuss. As foul-mouthed insults were launched from one group, a torrent of frustration exploded from another in a chain reaction — in a flash, Lestrade and the others were stranded in a storm of fury.

Their enmity had surged out of the blue, and Lestrade was clearly on edge.

“This isn’t good. We’ll have to calm them down and try to explain that we’ve been only pursuing the criminals.”

“That won't work: they were already annoyed when the Yard arrived, and then that fire broke out — it’s more than enough to make them furious.”

Sherlock calmly analysed the situation, but Gregson’s reply was steeped in frustration.

“Then what should we do? At this rate, we’ll have a real fight on our hands.”

Still, Sherlock was unruffled.

“The answer’s clear and simple: get on with it and find the real culprit. Once we reveal the actual cause of the fire, they should calm down. Our job hasn’t changed — it’s just that the time limit has morphed into something we can see.”

“……So we have until their anger reaches a boiling point?”

At once, Lestrade understood what needed to be done. He heaved one big sigh, and put on his game face once again.

“Gregson: show Holmes to the suspects. I’ll work with the others to appease the crowd. While we’re keeping a lid on the situation, I want you two to solve the case together.”

“‘Eh?’”

Both Gregson and Sherlock exclaimed in perfect harmony. Then they looked at one another; The detective lowered his gaze slightly as he thought it through, then let out a thin exhale.

“So it’s come to this.”

“Oi, I could see you giving up after thinking about a lot of things, you know.”

Gregson glared at him in disapproval. Meanwhile, Lestrade placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Alright: I’m counting on you both.”

Leaving just those reassuring words behind, he left gallantly towards the crowd. Eloquently, the inspector had entrusted the entire investigation to them, and Sherlock’s eyes were filled with resignation as he watched the man depart.

“Now this has gotten troublesome,” he mumbled.

“Hmm? Are you talking about the case? Or about the fact that we’re working together?”

“No, no, I’m talking about how this has become a rather odd ‘riddle’.”

Gregson’s ears had been sharp, but Sherlock parried his retort with diplomacy.

——“Hang in there, Sherlock!”

Having been paired up with a troublesome man, in a glum Sherlock’s mind, it felt as though John’s encouraging cheers were ringing out.

Translator’s notes

Mysteries and ‘riddles’

You might have noticed that Sherlock and Lestrade sometimes talk about ‘riddles’. The original text differentiates between 謎 and〝謎〟(notice the quotes) — the word itself means mystery/riddle, but the quoted version is used to refer to the mysteries that are (possibly) linked to the Lord of Crime. For instance, at the end of Forbidden Games (Book 2 Story 1), William also talks about the ‘riddles’ he sets for Sherlock.

I chose to translate the quoted version as ‘riddles’, since I think the word ‘mystery’ implies that the case might not have a solution; in contrast, I feel the word ’riddle’ suggests that the mystery has a solution, since it was intentionally created by William in the first place.

[dylanxmin]

The Hills

pairing; min yoongi x reader

genre; smut, fluff, angst, established relationship au

rating; M +18

word count; 2.5k

warnings; swearing, little dark but romantic(?)

summary; y/n and yoongi having a ‘taking for granted’ relationship and clearly, neither of them had no idea about, how they affect each other, by having this kind of attitudes towards each other,,

a/n; okay,, here we are having a semi-one shot because i want this with another part, but i don’t think this would be more than three-part,, so i hope y’all will enjoy it while reading!! thnx for reading, again ♡

part 1 // part 2 << main masterlist >>

With the louder beat of the music, feeling the beat inside of your body, on every inch, you just rolled your body, synchronously with the music that you've been hearing, but mostly feeling, and you moved your body. According to loud music, and the crowd who were causing a really effective noise, you couldn't even hear your own thoughts, but you weren't complaining about this, actually this was better for you, not to be able to think, it was the best. What were you going to do with thinking anyways, going to feel miserable again for sure, thanks to your 'on-off' boyfriend, which is the best expression for him, for you. One second he was there, making you the happiest person in the world, and second, he was gone and even forget your existence like for one week or more, which you were semi-guilty for this occasions to happen to you, because you never said anything about this awful attitudes about your boyfriend, now it was a big blank that if he is still your boyfriend or not.

While you were dealing with these horrible, heartbreaking thoughts of you, a little pushed you felt behind yourself, with this a lightning rushed through your body, urgently turned your face, according to this, your body moved with you, now you were face to face with the person who was nearly laying on your back, seeing the person's clouded face, due to the smoke that covered the place, it was little hard for anyone to see the front of them, but you obviously recognized the person, who is standing in front of you, by his partly dark green hair, which they were soaking in wet and nearly clinging to his face, due to sweat. His little smirk, take its place on the corner of his lips, which that move caused you a little ache on the stomach, as now you were thinking to find ways to avoiding from him, because you were sure that he will be forgiven in a minute, when he apologize to you, with a half murmuring, by you. You knew that he shouldn't be forgiven that easily, in deep down, you wished that this time maybe would be different, but it's not.

You pushed your thoughts, to look at him more freely, which this was the first fault of yours on 'not forgiving him so easily' plan, but watching his dark sparkly chocolate eyes, encircled by his mini lashes, was way more a good plan than not forgiving him, for you. You were fighting with yourself for not touching to his lashes, especially when you were mad at him, at least you should be mad at him, but the truth didn't change your urgent need to touch him, held by him, but you barely able to hold yourself with a pinch of strength that you found inside of your mind. Your eyes were now tracing his cheeks, through the curled lips of him, now they were more plumpy and more touchable, but you hold yourself once more, but the strength of you was getting weaker now. Sadly, you tried to ease these needs, just by looking at his cheeks obviously, this wasn't enough for you to hold yourself back.

You wanted to touch him so badly that you could give up on something right now, but your pride was now standing on your way, remembering you what he was done to you, leaving you for almost for a week, with neither calling nor texting, you were just abandoned by him. But looking his face now, making the pain more bearable for you, yet this couldn’t be the reason why you would forgive him, he was owing you an apology, a really big one but, of course, you weren’t sure that he will be going to do it. A mini shaking, rushed through your body when his warm hands placed on your waist, heats of him, you felt on your body, making him more irresistible at the moment, which a little sight slipped between on your lips, as his hands were making you move with him. While you were watching a little drop of sweat, tracing his face to his neck, his smirks just stayed on his lips, so he knows that you could not resist him anymore, just choose to play with you like all the times he had done.

"Why are you here?" finally, you could gather your thoughts, and hardly take your looks by his face, heat rolled on your body, take its place on your waist, where his now holding it more tightly, fearing that you might be run away from him, which for him, you have all the right to do this. Actually he was more confused because you were still standing in front of him, not making any move to run away or simply kick him. As you were waiting for an answer, while goosebumps taking over you, thereby your time for waiting for him getting more shorten, because if he is not going to talk with you, apologizing to you, then there is no reason for you to stay here. Therefore, you just pushed him, for getting released by his hands, the ones, you want to hold by them, having them around your face, waist and everywhere of your body, but you resist the need and make a move to heading to exit of this room, then for the house, and maybe even from this existence, yet his big hands were there to hold you tightly, not letting you go, deeply you were thankful to this hold.

“Don’t go,” his thick voice, escaped by his lips in a whisper, that you could feel his needy tone in his voice, which it made you drop all of your walls that you have built on this week, for not forgiving him, but there were you, standing front of him, and clearly can’t let him go. You couldn’t look at his face, but rather your eyes searched the room like you never see it before. People were getting hyped up with the music they were hearing, alcohol wandering around their veins, giving them bogus confidence to make something so stupid that most of them were going to regret it in the morning, but you were in that stupid drunk club, so you were going to make a mistake that making you regret at the morning.

“Y/N, look at me.” your thoughts interrupted with his semi-demanding voice, he sounds weaker than before, this wasn’t his normal attitude, so it was surprising for you to believe, but you look at him, with a little force of his hands. Seeing his troubled eyes, which they were looking at you with a pinch of love, so shaky breath you let it to the air, by your lips. He was looking like the first time you met with each other, still a jerk but mostly innocence he was having inside of his personality, at least you thought that.

“What are you doing here, up so late?” his unbothered question had made your heart tremble over, by excitement. So you smiled at him, although he wasn’t even looking at you, at least he was interested in you(?) that was what you thought because he was looking more annoyed than being interested in you. “I-I came here to hang out,” your voice, couldn’t sound more insecure, but you hold your head up, giving him a determined look. His looks wandered around you, you didn’t know what caused it, but his lips curled up with a smirk that you couldn’t understand. “Well, if you want that then okay, come.”

When a memory headed to your thoughts, you couldn’t ask yourself, if you did the right thing for choosing to stay by his side, back then. “What do you want Yoongi,” bothered voice come out by your mouth, being like this, you never wanted this, getting sick of him, but you could swear that he was doing all of this fucking attitudes to you for making you sick of himself, and even sometimes you think that he was having fun with seeing you like this, a total miserable. “I really don’t have any energy to argue with you.” with whisper you continued, watching his face turning a darker, glumly expression, you felt guilty about it, but you were telling the truth. All of these years, you’ve been together with him, was nothing but a crazy relationship. (Some may call this as toxic but it wasn’t that bad for you.)

This three years with him, gave you very happy moments as well as very bad, having panic attacks kind of bad moments either, but you never felt this much overwhelmed by him. You never thought of letting him go, leaving for good, because leaving for him will never be a good thing, at least for you. “I don’t want to argue, Y/N. I just want to talk with you,” appealing eyes of him stopped you from leaving and causing you to feel more need for him, as his hands grabbed you with warming touches. This boy right in front of you was being unbelievably chaotic in your life and making it more and more complicated every day. And now, he wants to talk with you for good? You couldn’t believe it from heart, but there was no other choice for you to not listen to him because you were foolishly in love with him for almost four years and it was almost an addiction for you to listen to him.

Your glares stood on his face, soaked in wet hair of him you stared, the wet that dripping on his neck, your hand moves unintentionally and touch his cheek, caress it, while watching his face, you knew that he was there almost for an hour but he only came to your side now, after having fun with his friends and drinking until alcohol hits him and eventually he needs for you. Although, you give in and accept his offer because resisting him won’t change any emotions in you, you knew it for sure, so just excepting your feelings, isn’t the worst thing you would do in your life. His smile gets wider and you felt his hand on yours, grabbing it firmly, in case you change your mind, but it was one sure thing that you wouldn’t change it, as you had no strength in you to let him go.

While you were heading to the upstairs, for a more private place to talk, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking, the days you’ve been together. One day, he would come at you, taking you to the dates, giving you lilacs because they were favorites of you, which it’s was really confusing for you to concentrate because this mood could change in a minute as you knew him that well. While you were together he was trying to make you laugh, telling you silly jokes that you had laughed until your breath cuts, and even he will come to your house for repairing your sink -at least he was trying to because things were gone worse with his few acknowledge about sink fixing- even though you didn’t call for his help, but he was there for you when you need him.

That’s why, you and he were complicated because he was like this, incredibly sweet towards you, caring for you even when he shouldn’t, but then he would turn into someone you clearly don’t know, leaving you without any news, in a blank space, won’t answer your calls or texts that you had been sending to him, and if you find him somewhere in luck, he would act like not knowing you or not caring you, a bit.

And this was what you were having in here now, he left you again, without any words, as you get used to this, but this time, seeing him like this, making it hard for you to accept him again. Finally, you got upstairs and entering one of the rooms, after being sure of that is empty and quiet. The room was semi-dark, lighten with the moon’s gleam, as you barely see each other’s face, but it was better for you to not see his face completely, because seeing him is making you more vulnerable in front of him, and he knew that so well. The only thing you were hearing now, your breaths that filling the room, and your heartbeats, which you were afraid that he could hear it, too. “I-I just-“ his useless effort for trying to come up with a word, now failed as he shuts his mouth, breaths of him now were heavier, which it was impossible not to hear, his hands were shaking with anxiety, so he holds them up to put them behind his head, maybe this could work for him to come up with the right words.

He wanted to tell you what you were meant to him, what have you done to him, how he could only think about you in the day time and how he dreams about you in the night. How his heartbeats go faster when you laughed at his jokes, wrinkles that come up on side of your eyes when you laugh, making his heart grow weak, and how hard for him to hold himself for not touching, kissing them, in the end, he would do it even how hard he tries. His whole senses go up and down, the very moment, when you put your pinch of hair behind your ears, feelings that he never felt in so long, just fucks his all senses when you are around him.

So he wanted to tell about all of these, that you were the only bright thing in his life, the most beautiful thing he ever saw, and even in his wildest dream he could never think of a pure and bright girl, like you, but you were real and standing on in front of him, laughing, smiling, giving him worried looks still, you were so unreal for him, yet you were real as hell and he couldn’t believe it, for that, he didn’t know how to act around you, and how to not fall for you.

While you two standing in this room, while eagerness growing inside of you, he was sure for one thing, that he was foolishly, unexpectedly, and heavily in love with you.

“I’m here to listen to you, Yoongi. Are you going to-“ your words now cut with his heavily weighted body, bumping into yours, as trying to make you a one person, which now you were numb on the mind, but your body was on fire, as his touches now placed on you, wandering all over you, like trying to find the unknown places of your body. As his hands now conquering you, though touches of him, taking you more close to him, as there was a way of being more closer than, already. You couldn’t resist him anymore and gave him a kiss in return, which you knew that this particular thing shouldn’t be done, by you.

[lynns-bitty-adoptions]

First Adoptable Bitties!

Hey there! These are the first bitties that will be available for adoption in my centre. All information necessary for adoptions will be put in their bio, along with a general care package description at the bottom- keep in mind the care packages are not mandatory, just in case you don’t know what is needed to care for your bitty!

Stone Bitties available:

UT-Sapphire Sans- Saf

UT-Tourmaline (orange) Paps- Mal

US-Diamond Sans- Dia

US-Amber Paps- Bambi

G!Sans-Yellow Fire Opal Sans- Ember

G!Paps-Emerald Paps- Meral

UNDERTALE VARIATION:

Sans Type: UT!

Stone: Sapphire

Bitty General Name: Saf

Size: Bitty- 5-6 inches/ Full-size- 3-5 foot tall

Likes: Ketchup, Sunlight, Naps, Being warm, Being loved, Sweet snuggles~

Dislikes: Cold, Being afraid, Darkness, Bad dreams, Abandonment

This sweet bitty gets nightmares frequently resulting in them being tired often and small naps occurring throughout the day- don’t stop the Saf, this is healthy and normal for their type.They aren’t commonly found to be a particularly clingy bitty, having a tendency for independence when at all possible, however due to their fear of abandonment, it is recommended to adopt a bitty with them or keep the Saf with you if possible. As a classic UT type, Saf bitties love puns, jokes and wordplay.

Warning: All Stone bitties have their souls fused into their sternum, and most Sans Types have only 1 HP. This makes them very vulnerable to physical attacks and psychological problems such as depression if you don’t properly take care of them.

Compatibility: gets along with most bitties, but DOES NOT get along with any form of nightmare bitties. Please do not adopt a Saf with a nightmare at all.

Level: Moderate maintenance- keep close and safe, Saf’s are very delicate.

Papyrus Type: UT!

Stone: Tourmaline

Bitty General Name: Mal

Size: Bitty- 7-8 inches/ Full-size- 5-6 foot tall

Likes: Cooking, Being helpful, Reading, Excercise, Music, Warm hugs~ [Secretly loves wordplay SSSHH!]

Dislikes: Cruelty in any form, Anger, Dishonesty, Sudden movements

Despite being loud and brave bitties, Mal’s are skittish to quick movements due to their rather exposed soul. Thy are extremely trusting and caring despite this, to anyone and anything, giving it one of the best tempers of all the bitties currently available and up and coming in the future in Lynn’s Centre. They are very active bitties with energetic personalities which can sometimes been seen as overbearing, but Mal’s can easily sense and read a persons mood and adjust accordingly, making them perfect companions for anxious adopters and service bitties if put through the necessary training.

Warning: All Stone bitties have their souls fused into their sternum, making them quite vulnerable.

Level: Low maintenance- they are very independent bitties that can do most things on their own without assistance unless otherwise desired.

Compatibility: Mal’s get along with all bitty types, no exceptions!

UNDERSWAP VARIATION:

Sans Type: US!

Stone: Diamond

Bitty General Name: Dia (Dee-Ah)

Size: Bitty- 4-5 inches/ Full-size- 3-4 foot tall

Likes: Being active, Cooking, Spending time with adopter/other bitties, Making friends, Huggles~

Dislikes: Vulgar language, Cruelty, Dishonesty, Being treated like a baby, Silence

This bitty is extremely friendly and amiable, though can be seen as child-like and young because of this as well as their smaller size. Avoid treating them in this way as Dia’s are sensitive and prefer being treated as an equal. Due to their honest nature (more so than in other Stone bitties) they may come off as blunt and passive aggressive sometimes, but they never intentionally act rude or unkind. Let this bitty help out and/or wear themselves out- they are very hyper and oftentimes have difficulty sleeping and/or staying still due to their high energy levels.

Warning: all Stone bitties have their soul fused to their sternum, making them vulnerable to physical attacks. This bitty has a higher HP level than most Sans’s due to their active personality, though they are still quite delicate.

Level: Moderate Maintenance- Dia’s have plenty of energy which makes them difficult to keep up with, but they are also capable of doing things on their own with moderate success.

Compatibility: Gets along best with US! Pap bitties of any kind, and decently with most other types. It is recommended to keep them away from Swapfell and Fellswap Sans’s, and there is a recommended caution of adopting this bitty with any Error types.

Papyrus Type: US!

Stone: Amber

Bitty General Name: Bambi

Size: Bitty- 7-8 inches/ full-size- 5-6 foot tall

Likes: Being lazy, Sleeping, Honey, Cereal, Piano & Guitar music, Wordplay, Smoking, Lolipops, Cuddles~

Dislikes: Moving around too much, Being coddled, Horror movies, Public areas, Bitter foods/ drinks.

Bambi’s are chill and easy-going bitties who have an odd habit of sleeping in the most inconvenient places- if you are watching the worst, most annoying show ever, where will you find your Bambi? Sleeping soundly with comical little snores on the remote. These bitties have a hobby of cross-dressing, and often do so as an entertainment act or for their own personal comfort. They have a nasty habit of avoiding and dodging questions due to their secretive nature, but will never lie to you. Bambi’s adore soft things on their bones more than anything, so that is a sure-fire method of getting a permanent place in your Bambi’s soul. They are extremely loyal once they fully get to know you.

Warning: all Stone bitties have their soul fused to their sternum, making them vulnerable to physical attacks.

Level: Low maintenance- they are very self-sustaining and enjoy their alone time almost as much as they do spending their time with you!

Compatibility: Gets along best will Underswap and Underfell Sans’s, and Echotale Papyrus’s. They get on well enough with all other bitty types.

ECHOTALE VARIATION:

Sans Type: G! Sans

Stone: Yellow Fire Opal

Bitty General Name: Ember

Size: Bitty- 8-10 inches/ Full-size- 6-7 foot tall

Likes: Flirting, Learning, Singing, Having a good family, Smoking, Warm sunny naps, cuddles~

Dislikes: New people, Cruelty, Nightmares, Not knowing things/ignorance, being/feeling useless

This bitty, despite its slightly rough appearance, is very soft, complementary and flirtatious.They have a very kind demeanor and personality, and greatly appreciates every little thing you do for them.They can sometimes be awkward, but when they do something,they throw their all into it, never doing anything half-heartedly.They are extremely intelligent and curious, while also having a vast musical streak. Ember’s will sing you a gentle lullaby if you can’t sleep, or to just entice you into joining their sporadic nap pattern. They rarely show it, but many Ember’s get nervous around new people, so make sure these people are gentle with your Ember. They will commonly hide their anxiety behind flirty remarks and a confident persona, but let them know you’re there for them if it ever too much- this gesture will stick with them, and ensure their trust in you.

Warning: All Stone bitties have their soul fused to their sternum, making them vulnerable to physical attacks. Echotale bitties have higher HPs, but are still delicate.

Level: Low maintenance- very independent, but requires a strong emotional connection.

Compatibility: gets along best with G! Paps, Fellswap and Swapfell bitties of any variation, but gets along with all other bitties fairly well.

Papyrus Type: G! Paps

Stone: Emerald

General Bitty Name: Meral

Size: Bitty- 8-10 inches/ Full-size- 6-7 foot tall

Likes: Reading, Gentle flirting, Cooking, Healing, Quiet time, Puzzles, Being useful, Snuggles~

Dislikes: Loud noises, Large crowds, Being cold, Being useless, Dishonesty

Meral bitties, like Ember’s, have flirty personalities ,but Merals are far more tame and calm in their flirtations. They are not lazy, nor particularly active, being one of the most neutral bitties in the centre. Out of all bitties, Merals can heal small injuries using magic, though it is easier to do when full-sized, they can still do so in Bitty size. They are rather affectionate bitties and love helping you out in any way they can, however they strongly hate loud noises- it makes them anxious. They will hide their anxiety from you so you don’t worry about them, unless you let them know that it is ok to panic, and that you will help them through it. They are one of the most loyal bitties in the centre, due to their affinity for strong, lasting connections with others due to their calm, gentle nature.

Warning: All Stone bitties have their soul fused to their sternum, making them vulnerable to physical attacks. Echotale bitties have higher HPs, but are still delicate.

Level: Low maintenance- most self-sustaining Bitty in the centre, but does require a strong emotional connection with adopter.

Compatibility: Gets along with all bitties, no exceptions!

CARE PACKAGE:

-2 small blankets

-1 precious stone of their theme stone charged with their magic

-3 outfits + 1 pajama set

-Bitty appliances e.g. cutlery + plates + glasses

-An info sheet containing the information above for the bitty you adopt.

And here are small upper body sketches of the bitties! It’s my art, I know it’s not amazing, but I tried. Send in asks if you wanna know more about them, and for adoption stuff eg. One shot, roleplay etc.