#krait bittybones

(It’s ok!)

*The Kraits seem to be having some sort of pool party today. Every Krait in the shop is in the play pools, and they are having a blast! Kraits dive. Kraits do flips. Kraits do complex synchronized swimming. Kraits splash and chase. Kraits smile and laugh. It would be a perfect time for a potential adopter to find the Krait of their dreams.

*You've come to the Lamia (and Felid) Bittybones Adoption Center to find the Krait of your dreams. You follow the sounds of splashing and giggles to the back of the shop, where you find the play pools filled with joyful striped lamias. They see you watching them and immediately begin performing aquatic feats to make you smile.

*The Kraits doing choreography begin a new routine. During the routine, they lift a fake clam shell out of the water. The shell opens, revealing a very handsome Krait. The Krait does a spectacular high-dive and the group finishes their routine with the clam shell Krait as the obvious star.

*You know you want to adopt the talented Krait, but you also realize that you didn't bring anything for the little guy to stow away in! Thankfully, Vex anticipated such possible issues and has provided an array of canvas bags near the Krait pools. You take a bag and casually place it near your feet. While you pretend not to pay attention, the synchronized swimmer Kraits help their friend settle into the tote bag... fake clam shell and all!

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.

*Bon has been helping out with the Lamia (and Felid) Bittybones Adoption Center nail art day. She also came to find herself a Coral and perhaps a Krait to adopt, so she's been watching the Corals that sidle up to "accidentally" receive nail art. Nobody is mentioning it, and they've become bold enough to actually paint and cure their designs under the gel lamp. They've also been heavily pilfering the rhinestones.

*Bon spots a frustrated little Coral trying to find rhinestones that match his scales. He has handfuls of them that he doesn't want to put back (because shiny), and a Krait is trying to help him find that oh-so perfect shade while many other greedy little Coral hands raid the supplies. She nudges over a tray with stunning shades of reds and yellows, and the Coral immediately curls around them protectively, making his selection after cramming his personal collection into his now-bulging pockets.

*Next, the Krait and Coral pick out some fake nails to give the ends of their phalanges that perfect shape. The pair helps each other apply the proper layers of gel, drying under the lamp between each layer. Bon watches them out of the corner of her eye with a smile. They are trying to be inconspicuous- the Coral frequently sighing as if he's only there to keep bigger lamias from bumping his Krait friend. It's obvious who loves the nail art the most though.

*It's almost closing time, and Bon is getting ready to pack up her supplies. She hears quite a commotion near her supplies. There are several bottles of polish strewn about that she'd just pack up... odd. Then she sees them. The Coral is tossing aside bottles of polish to make room for himself and his Krait friend to stow away in the supply box. He dislodges a box of fake nails and tucks the Krait safely into the space that's now available. Looking around suspiciously, he hops in himself, curling around the Krait to keep him from being jostled.

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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“….Arian…

Arian…

ARIAN! Get down, ya dingus! You’re gonna fall!” *anxious wolf noises*

Lol anyway, he arrived technically on Monday but work’s been insane and I’ve only got today off bc I called out from not feeling well so here’s snek shenanigans~

I love him and I’m so happy he got here safe <3 Congrats on the milestone again, dear

(submitted by @lostsoulwolf​)

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*Wow, he sure was in a hurry to get to you! I’m glad he arrived safely, and thanks for sending me the pictures :)

*This is actually a fairly common way for Kraits to be adopted. When someone visits the Kraits and shows an interest in adopting them, a shy little Krait will often find his way into a pocket, purse, or backpack. It’s easier for him than asking to be adopting because of the aforementioned shyness. This is why we have a sign near the Krait pool for people to check their belongings before leaving.

*Kraits do well in groups, so it’s perfectly alright if you ended up with three in your purse. If a Krait does stow away with someone, there’s no need to panic. If you’d like to adopt the Krait (or Kraits), you can call or return to the shop to fill out official paperwork. If you did not intend to adopt a Krait (or Kraits), simply return the little guy to the shop or call us to come and pick him (them) up.

*It’s rare for Kraits to stow away with someone who isn’t adopting, and the other Kraits also take note when one of them chooses his home. This way we can keep track of our Krait numbers and where they’ve gone if the person doesn’t call.

*As for your situation: enjoy your Kraits. Obviously they really liked you for three of them to sneak into your purse! If you need any assistance or supplies, you can always contact us!

(I’m assuming this is an adoption request. Unfortunately, I have too many asks to do an actual roleplay)

*You wander through the adoption center with your headphones on, looking for a quiet spot to sit down, calm down, and figure out where, exactly, you are. There are signs everywhere, but even that is a bit overwhelming in your anxious state. A large bird skeleton waves to you, seeing your panic, and guides you into a quiet room off of the nursery. You lift just one side of the headphones to check the noise level. Ah, much better. You ask the skeleton where you are. He introduces himself as Edgar and explains that you are in a bitty adoption center.

*Bitty adoption? You’d never considered that before. In fact, you weren’t sure about considering it now. What if the bitties were loud? You tell Edgar all of this. He gives you a knowing smile and invites you stay in this quiet room (a nursery room, according to Edgar) for as long as you’d like. As you’re sitting there, enjoying the relative silence, the door opens slowly. Curious, you watch two little snake bitties (one skeleton, one fire-type) slither through the door. You’re a bit nervous. What if they start making a lot of noise? You quickly warn them about your sensory processing disorder. They nod and say nothing.

*One of the lamias (as they are called), holds up a white board with the word “Mute” written on it with a smiley face. He points at himself. He erases the board and writes a new word on it next to the smiley face: “Quiet.” He points to his friend who has black and stripes on the snake part of his body. The quiet bitty asks softly if it’s ok for them to be here. You think about it, then tell them it’s fine. They are pretty quiet. The two lamias climb into your lap, allowing you to pet them. They purr every so softly, more a vibration in their bodies than a sound. The fire lamia is pleasantly warm.

(Artwork by redkammy)

*Lamias can form many different types of relationship with humans, monsters, lamias, or non-lamia bitties. Lamias will form close bondmate relationships that may be:

platonic only

romantic but asexual

polyamorous (platonic, romantic, or sexual)

*When it comes to reproducing, the main requirement to make babies or eggs is that the lamia’s mate must have magic. This includes monsters, lamias, non-lamia bitties, and human magic users. For a lamia to reproduce with a mate, there are certain conditions that must be met:

the lamia must have a permanent home, either with an adopter or in the wild

there must be a secure nesting space available for the pregnant mate or the nest of eggs

unless the lamia is living in the wild, the lamia will only reproduce with owner approval/permission