#king bittybones

I hope I asked correctly and thank you!

(Sorry for the long wait!)

*My recommendations for you are:

Corny (UT!Sans): Corny is a laid-back and low maintenance lamia. Cornies love astronomy, naps, and puns. He will remind you to take care of yourself and get enough sleep, and he'll eat pretty much anything, especially any baked goods that you make.

King (UF!Papyrus): If he knows that loud voices stress you out, a King will make sure to keep his voice quiet. Kings are very protective and will certainly throw down to protect their adopter. Kings love mythology, and many of them also enjoy baking. Praise is the perfect reward for any King.

Chain (SF!Papyrus): Chains form a unique SOULbond with their adopters that helps them to be aware of their emotions. A Chain will protecc, attacc, and also accept a rewarding snacc. Chains enjoy a good nap, and will make sure you're getting enough food and sleep too!

It hadn't been long since I'd adopted my lamia bitties.  Well, calling them bitties might be a bit of a stretch considering both were full sized lamia.  For Edison, my krait, the difference between a miniature and full sized bitty didn't mean much.  But for Aragorn, my king, there was a massive difference.  He was the size of a fully grown human!  Currently said human-sized bitty was trying to teach me sign language in the living room.  It wasn't going well.  Aragorn was an excellent teacher, but I was not an excellent student.

“It'ssss like learning a new language,” he consoled gently.  “You sssshouldn't be sssso hard on yoursssself.”

“I know, but... I should be able to understand more signs by now.”  I responded while trying, and failing, to properly sign the word I'd been stuck on.

“Everyone learnssss at their own pace Penz.”  He hissed repeating the sign for me to copy.  “There'ssss no russsh.  I'll alwayssss be around to transssslate for Edisssson.

The reason I was going through this headache didn't stir at the mention of his name.  He didn't realize someone had said it, because well, Edison couldn't hear anything.  When I had gone to adopt my lamias I hadn't anticipated bringing home a special needs bitty.  But after voicing the concerns I had about my compatibility with a krait the shop owner, Vex, had recommended this pair for me.

I'll admit that it was a bit of an adjustment, and I'm not going to claim that I was the best owner for these two.  But I never regretted adopting them.  Edison was a complete joy to be around.  Sweet and curious, he often wound himself around my shoulders so that he could be close to me.  Aragorn, along with being Edison's translator, was a huge help around the house.  He was also completely smitten with my clowder of cats.  Whenever he wasn't busy you could often find him playing or cuddling with a few of them.  Speaking of cats.  One of the youngest had honed in on Aragorn's dangling tail.  The lamia had yet to notice his observer, promising a bit of entertainment for me in the near future.

There was movement in my sweatshirt.  Edison emerged from my pocket with a small yawn.  I stroked the side of his cheek with my fingertip.  He gave me a sleepy smile and nuzzled into the appendage.  I gently took it away so I could sign to him.

GOOD MORNING SUN

GOOD MORNING

GOOD

No, no, now I'm messing up the sign for morning.  I turned to Aragorn for help.

GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE.  He signed slowly.  I thanked him and repeated the motions to Edison.

GOOD MORNING.  He signed back cheerfully.  I smiled at him to try and hide my frustration.  Edison frowned.  Apparently, my acting skills aren't very good.  ARE YOU OK?

YES.  I half lied.  Truthfully I was still pretty stressed, but the concern from my lamias had eased the worst of it.  Aragorn jumped and flared his hood.  I looked down and laughed.  The cat had pounced!  Aragorn scowled at the mischievous ball of fur and scooped it up for a light scolding.  This lasted all of five seconds until the cat started purring.  Aragorn melted,  cuddling the cat to his chest with a purr of his own.

Discord (real name doesn’t get shared with many people) is a mage with a propensity for chaos magic. Her world operates with similar logic to fae rules. She is sassy and smart and strong (magically) and able to absolutely kick ass and take names. On the other hand, in her civilian identity, she is an absolute sweetheart who knits and/or crochets blankets for everyone, has a home full of soft things and plushies. She can’t cook more than scrambled eggs and pancakes to save her life, but she’s got a few tricks up her sleeve. She also has a sort of friend….but he’s a genie…a chaotic neutral genie being controlled by a very bad magic user.

*If you're looking for a chaos-ready lamia bitty, my recommendations are:

Corny (UT!Sans): Cornies are pretty unflappable. Fae-type chaos? Bring it. He'll respond to every situation with a shrug and a joke, but he's also smart enough not to get himself into trouble. He will also happily test-drive any homemade blankets.

King (UF!Papyrus): Kings admire a strong sassy adopter, and many of them have read about the fae realm enough to make them helpful companions. As an added bonus, Kings do enjoy learning to cook which means that subpar cooking skills aren't an issue.

Chain (SF!Papyrus): When you grow up around Mambas, you get used to chaos. A Chain's unique SOULbond means that he'll be a loyal and dedicated companion in all aspects of Discord's life.

Prompt: Carrying

Pairing: King (UF!Papyrus lamia) x Krait (Gaster lamia)

Category: Romantic

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From the moment the newly hatched Krait tumbled out of his shell into the big wide world, the young full-sized King who observed the hatching adored him. Edgar saw the look of affection in the King’s eyes and initially mistook it for that joyful glimmer that he himself felt at seeing any baby creature, but this was different. The King knew that he and the baby Krait were meant to be together always.

Swiftly, the King scooped the Krait into his arms, holding the hatchling close and letting him feel the beat of the bigger lamia’s SOUL. When the King passed the Krait to the nursery caretaker for his first bottle feeding, the hatchling beeped and peeped frantically until Edgar returned him to the King’s arms. The Krait quieted instantly, and from that moment forward, the pair were inseparable.

The King fashioned his scarf into a sling to carry his small friend around in. The Krait, a full-sized lamia himself, grew quickly under the King’s painstaking care. The King fed him until he was old enough that the pair could simply share meals in companionable silence. He preferred to bathe with the King nearby, allowing his friend to dry him off before he returned to his sling. Each night, he fell asleep listening to the gentle thrum of the King’s SOUL.

The King stayed in the nursery well past the time that he should have moved out into the adoption area. He had no intentions of leaving his friend behind. Once the Krait reached young adulthood, they moved to a nest in the shop together. The nest bordered the King nesting area yet was in close proximity to the Krait pools- the best of both worlds!

Though many guests at the shop petted and cuddled the Krait during their visits, he never attempted to stow away in any of their backpacks, purses, or clothing. His bondmate wouldn’t fit in any of the available spaces, and the Krait had no intention of leaving the King behind just as the King had once refused to leave the nursery without him. For his part, the King opted not to participate in displays for potential adopters either. Unless they wanted a Krait, the King just wasn’t interested.

The pair of lamias were in no rush to find a permanent home outside of the shop. They refused to be separated, and if that meant waiting longer (or even forever) for the right adopter, it didn’t bother them as long as they were together. 

Days blended into weeks, and weeks became months. Months eventually accumulated into years, and still the two lamias lived their happy lives in their shared nest in the shop. A potential adopter entered the shop one day while the bondmates lounged next to the Krait pools. The King watched the Krait perform the same type of acrobatics that had won him over during their bonding display. The sight of his bondmate in a Krait’s natural element always brought a smile to his face. The smile widened when he overheard the conversation between the adopter and Vex, the shopkeeper.

“- looking for a Krait and a King. I know it’s an unusual combination, but I think that they would be perfect for me,” the person explained to Vex. The Krait slithered out of the play pool. He’d heard the words King and Krait spoken together too. The King quickly dried the Krait off with a fluffy towel and tucked him into his carrying pouch. The pair snuck closer to the front desk, where Vex asked the adopter a few questions.

Vex spotted the pair and gave them a barely perceptible nod to let them know that she approved of this adopter. Poking his head out of his pouch, the Krait pointed to the satchel sitting on the ground next to the visitor. It seemed like an ideal place to stow away… except that the King would never fit! The bondmates hissed quietly to each other, discussing their stowing away strategy.

Vex continued to distract the adopter while the lamias made plans. In the end, the King decided to wedge himself into the satchel as best he could. It didn’t turn out well. The King could only get the bag over his head and one shoulder, and Vex was running out of ways to keep the person’s attention on her. The Krait bounced up and down on the King, trying to squash him further into the satchel to no avail.

Vex waved her arms wildly as the person turned, just in time to see a King thoroughly stuck in their satchel, one arm contorted above his head to fit inside and the strap snagged on his other arm. A Krait perched atop the King’s head, sockets wide in shock at being caught in the middle of stowing away.

Covering their mouth to hide their laughter, the adopter extricated the King from the satchel. The King and his bondmate looked crestfallen, so the adopter made a quick suggestion: “I have a wagon outside that you’d both fit into. I can wander around the shop for a bit while you sort yourselves out, and I promise not to look in the wagon until I get home.”

Vex watched out the window as the lamia bondmates shifted blankets around in the wagon to hide themselves while their new owner filled out the adoption paperwork. As the Krait snuggled up against his bondmate, a thought occurred to both of them. If their new adopter allowed it and they felt comfortable in their new home, the Krait might soon be doing some carrying of his own...

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Blind Sided

The Kings did not refer to the feral cat colony living in the alley next to the shop as a cat problem, and they certainly disapproved when other people referred to it that way. The Kings made sure that the cats were fed and protected. They also organized a catch and release effort so that the cats in the alley could receive necessary medical care and spay/neuter procedures. The cats of the colony were better cared for than some indoor cats, and caused no problems except constantly melting the hearts of Kings living in the shop.

One warm summer morning after a thunderstorm, one of the Kings slithered outside to check on the felines. As soon as he passed through the door into the alley, he heard the sound of teeny tiny shouting. Cats make a wide variety of noises, but they aren’t (usually) capable of human speech. The words cut off into a deafening screech of terror and pain. Following the shrieks, the King found one of the feral cats with a strange bitty clutched in its jaws.

Darting forward, the King blocked the cat’s escape from the alley. Firmly but gently he grabbed hold of the bitty, petting the cat to calm it while he carefully extracted the bitty from the danger zone. Reaching into a pouch at his waist, the King offered the cat a few treats as a thank you for being patient and giving up its prey. The cat sneezed haughtily and walked away with its tail high in the air, making it very clear that both the King and the bitty he had rescued were not worth its attention.

The King lifted his hands, peering at the bitty who trembled in his grasp. At first, he mistook the small creature for a Brassberry bitty… until he noticed the cloth covering its eyes. He’d never met a Blindberry before, but he recognized the timid bitty from descriptions he’d heard. Since the bitty wouldn’t be able to tell on his own if the danger had passed, the King whispered reassurances to him as he carried him into the shop.

When the King tried to place the terrified bitty onto the examining table so the Nurse Papythons could check him for injuries, the Blindberry clung to his hands with a vice-like grip. No amount of comforting words could dislodge him, and the King’s SOUL warmed at the thought of being such a trusted protector. The Nurse Papythons treated the Blindberry for a few cuts and scrapes with their green magic, but thankfully, he had no serious injuries from his kitty encounter.

The Blindberry nudged the King’s hand as they left the Infirmary. When the King leaned his head down to listen, the Blindberry informed him that he was hungry, starving actually. Absently rubbing the Blindberry’s itsy bitsy back, the King slithered into the storage pantry to find a snack for his new tiny charge. When asked about his favorite foods, the Blindberry rattled off a short list of baked goods, candies, and meat- all items that Vex kept on hand in the shop.

The King selected a cupcake and a slice of ham, both of which were nearly as large as the Blindberry himself, and carried the smaller bitty to his nest to eat in safety and comfort. The Blindberry ate until the King worried that he might explode. After the meal, the Blindberry yawned hugely, and the King offered to get him some blankets and pillows to sleep on. The Blindberry shook his head emphatically.

“I want to stay with you!” the Blindberry declared, and the King didn’t argue. He liked this bitty. The Blindberry reminded him of a cute little kitten.

In the days that followed, the Blindberry ran around exploring the shop with the helpful King slithering along behind him, warning him of any obstacles in his path. The King folded his scarf into a carrying pouch for the Blindberry whenever the bitty wore himself out. Each night, the King curled himself in a circle around the Blindberry to prevent him from wandering off and getting lost or injured.

The Blindberry had been living in the shop for over a week when the King overheard Vex mentioning a Blindberry over the phone.

“-found a Blindberry in the alley. It might be the one you’re looking for,” Vex said to the caller. Spotting the King, she waved him over. The Blindberry kept one hand pressed to the King’s tail while Vex explained the situation to them. A bitty rescue center was calling other bitty shops in the area to help a distraught owner track down their lost Blindberry. Vex described the owner, and the Blindberry spoke up.

“That’s my owner!”

Vex passed the information to the caller, and the King’s large body drooped a bit. The Blindberry had an owner who was looking for him. He was going to leave, to go home. The King felt happy that the two would be reunited, but he would miss the Blindberry’s company. The Blindberry patted the King’s scaly tail until the much larger bitty picked him up. The Blindberry curled up and fell asleep nuzzling his temporary caretaker’s hands.

The owner burst into the shop a few hours later like a cyclone, tension subsiding into relief when they saw the King standing at the front desk with their missing Blindberry in his cupped hands.

“Oh stars, thank you for finding him! A branch fell and broke one of our windows during the thunderstorm, and my poor little guy got disoriented and wandered outside. I’m just so glad he’s alright,” the owner babbled breathlessly, reaching for their Blindberry.

The Blindberry awoke with a massive yawn, stretching like one of the cats who’d almost dusted him. He recognized his owner’s voice immediately and leapt to his little feet. When they touched him to let him know that they were close, he purred softly, then latched onto the King’s long phalanges. Though his owner tugged him gently, the Blindberry refused to relinquish his hold.

With an exasperated sigh, the owner looked the King up and down.

“I don’t suppose you’re interested in coming home with us? I’d actually appreciate having someone around to help keep an eye on him, especially when I’m not home,” they offered, and the King would’ve jumped for joy if it wasn’t so undignified. The Blindberry had no such reservations involving dignity, and shouted loudly with joy, dancing around in the King’s hands.

The happy reunion became a happy adoption and an even happier homecoming.

A Place Called Home

The dilapidated cardboard box didn’t qualify as a luxury accommodation by any stretch of the imagination, but a life-saving refuge for a pair of struggling travelers doesn’t need to be fancy. The homeless King and his Pygmy friend couldn’t withstand the frigid winds for much longer, so they sought shelter in the box with weary gratitude.

The location was less than ideal. The bottom of the box had soaked up enough melted slush to nearly disintegrate, and the King had to climb into a nearby dumpster to find enough discarded paper and rags to get them both off of the ground that siphoned the remaining heat from their bodies. The two lamias huddled together, sharing what little warmth they had, but as the sun set and night crept over the town, they couldn’t stop themselves from shivering.

Hurrying to get back to their own home, a human passerby spotted the box vibrating gently with two tails sticking out of it, one iridescent blue and one dark red. Curious, they peered inside to see the bedraggled skeleton lamias. The King, worried for his much smaller companion, hissed and flared his hood, hoping desperately that the human would go away. He didn’t really want to bite anyone, but he would defend himself and the Pygmy if necessary. The passerby lifted both of their hands in a gesture of surrender and stepped back, and the King slumped in relief.

The human couldn’t bring themself to just keep walking though. Taking off their scarf, they used one foot to push it towards the box from a safe distance. A skeletal hand reached out of the box and snatched the scarf, pulling into the makeshift shelter.. Digging in their pockets, the human also found a granola bar that they kept with them in case they got hungry. Laying the offering down near the box, they watched as the food disappeared from sight as quickly as the scarf had. The box stopped moving, its inhabitants still; satisfied, the kind human continued onward to their home.

A blizzard struck that night. Temperatures plummeted, and storm clouds dumped thick layers of snow and ice over the entire town. When the human awoke to the signs of a severe winter storm, their mind immediately went to the King and the Pygmy with nothing but a cardboard box to protect them from the elements. In a rush, they pulled on a coat and dashed out the door, feet slipping and sliding as they dashed down the street, hoping that they weren’t too late.

The King opened heavy sockets and sluggishly roused himself to check on the Pygmy. He’d bundled the smaller lamia in the scarf that the stranger had given them and made him eat most of the granola bar. He’d hoped that it would be enough, but when he touched the Pygmy, the other lamia was cold and unmoving. The King shook the Pygmy, trying to wake him, but he barely had the strength to do even that much.

Suddenly, a human face appeared at the opening of the cardboard box, a face he recognized. This time the King didn’t hiss. He gazed at the human with imploring eyelights and pointed at his friend. The human knelt in the snow, not caring about the muck and grime of the alleyway; they reached into the box and picked up the Pygmy, cradling him close to their body.

“I don’t know if I can get him warm enough like this,” the human said in a rush, watching tears fill the King’s sockets and his entire body sag in dejected acceptance. “Please, let me take you back to my place. It’s warm there. I won’t hurt you or force you to stay, but you can’t survive out here like this!”

The human extended a hand to the King, who struggled to slither onto it.

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The King and the Pygmy looked at the massive frosted cake in front of them. The helpful stranger, now their owner, made them one every year to celebrate finding them and bringing them to their new home. This cake had a number five on it, and it would be the fifth of many that the trio would enjoy together in the warmth and safety of a place called home.

Pool Noodles

When oppressive summer heat set in, you tried to find outdoor activities for your three active lamias (a Chain, a King and a Mamba) that didn’t involve copious amounts of sweat and the ever-present risk of heat exhaustion. Fortunately, you lived close enough to a small public lake to make a day trip out of it. The lake had a small beach and a grassy park with plenty of trees for shade adjacent to it- the perfect summer getaway.

As soon as you parked the car, the lamias tumbled out in a tangle of bony limbs and scaly tails, eager to explore a new area. Your Chain slithered to your side to help you unload the car, and your King and Mamba made short work of driving away some noisy gulls that had laid claim to a portion of the beach.

You and your Chain found a vacant section of sun-warmed sand to place your beach chair, umbrella, and towels on, then your three lamias inspected the narrow swathe of beach and its shoreline wavelets for any signs of danger. They slithered back a few minutes later, reporting back to you that they’d seen no signs of alligators, sharks, or prehistoric lake monsters. What a relief.

With your safety assured, your Chain slithered into the cool water. You slathered on some sunblock and joined him. The mixture of sun and wind sent glimmering ripples through the water, and you and your Chain splashed and laughed, trying to catch them. It took you a moment to realize that two of your lamias were still watching from the beach. You shouted for them to join you, and their response was less than enthusiastic.

The King slowly approached the water as if it might leap up and grab him. The Mamba did not budge, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling at the lake in general. Swimming close to you, the Chain whispered to you that your other two lamias didn’t know how to swim very well and were embarrassed by it. You wanted to encourage them to enjoy the lake without making them self-conscious.

You came ashore and ran to your beach supplies, pulling out some inflatable water toys. Your Chain followed behind you, and soon you and your three lamias had inflated a small armada of flotation devices. In the spirit of solidarity, you and your Chain donned some arm floaties and dragged some inner tubes into the lake. Under the pretense of being a mighty hunter, the King wrestled an inflatable alligator into the shallow water and climbed atop it to bask.

Your Mamba managed to wiggle into a rubber ducky inner tube, wearing it around his middle like a championship belt for bath toy hunting. He still remained on the shore though, glaring at the water suspiciously. A small wave broke on the sand in front of him, and he hissed and recoiled, not letting the water touch him. It took all of your willpower not to laugh at him. You thought that your Mamba would never be convinced to enter the lake.

Your Chain had other ideas.

“issss ok to sssstay on sssshore if you are sssscared of the water,” he shouted to the Mamba, who erupted in outrage and launched himself into the lake like an iridescent purple torpedo.

After the initial momentum of his wild charge wore off, however, the Mamba was stuck in the lake with no idea how to swim or balance properly on the inflatable duck. He flailed erratically, causing you and your other two lamias to back away to avoid his splashing. As if in slow motion, the rubber ducky inner tube overturned, dunking the Mamba into the lake. Only his lashing tail still disturbed the surface.

Your Chain- by far the best swimmer of the group- quickly dove under the water to help the Mamba right himself. The Chain held onto the rubber ducky until the Mamba felt steady enough for him to let go, and when he moved aside, you saw a fearless lake snail perched on top of your Mamba’s skull like a silly living crown. You, your Chain, and your King stared at the Mamba, carefully swallowing your laughter.

Seeing that he had your attention, the Mamba puffed up proudly atop his rubber ducky throne as if he hadn’t just floundered himself into needing a rescue. You and your Chain spent most of the afternoon swimming around the King and Mamba. You both used slow, simple movements to demonstrate the proper techniques for swimming and floating without embarrassing the two landlubber lamias about their lack of skill.

By the time the lake adventure was winding down, all three of your lamias were comfortable playing in the water. Unfortunately, the inflatable toys had become casualties of lamia lake hunting. An enthusiastic pounce by your Mamba deflated the alligator, and a playful swat from your Chain’s tail ended the poor rubber ducky. Everyone had fun, though, and that fact made the whole day worthwhile.

As your tired but happy lamias carried your belongings back to the car, you sneakily snatched the snail from atop your Mamba’s head and tossed the brave little gastropod back into the lake where he rightfully belonged.

*It can actually be pretty difficult adopting a Mamba with any other lamia bitty besides a Chain because of the amount of attention that a Mamba requires. That said, there are ways to handle adopting a Mamba if you want to have other lamias or bittybones or already have other lamias or bittybones.

*If you want to adopt a Mamba and intend to adopt other bittybones as well, I recommend adopting the Mamba first. Let the Mamba get established in the home, and then bring in the other bittybones. This allows the Mamba to feel secure in his place in the home and gives him a sense of importance because he was there first.

*If you already have bittybones and want to add a Mamba to the family, I suggest having a very extravagant welcoming party where the Mamba is the center of attention. This makes him feel like his adoption is special and that he is a Very Important Member of the family.

*With a Mamba and a King, it will be very important to make sure that you give them each a separate time for personal attention. Kings will want some one-on-one time with you to show off or read books or just talk, and a Mamba will want to interrupt those times. By giving them each an allotted personal time, you can (mostly) avoid this problem.