#lamiatale bittybones

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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Sometimes I think people forget that a Mamba’s sense of pride is his greatest weakness. It would never even occur to a Mamba that he was being deceived. Use this information wisely...

You remembered the day that you adopted your Mamba with clarity. Seeing the small but ferocious little divas striking supermodel poses and savagely pouncing on their catnip mice left an impression on you the minute you walked through the door of the bitty shop. The shopkeeper warned you that Mambas could be difficult and advised you that their egos were their weakness. You’d put that statement to the test and found it to be completely true.

The very first day of Mamba ownership, you decided that you didn’t really want to receive any insect or mouse “trophies,” so you took your regal little lamia bitty to the grocery store to pick out something that wasn’t still moving. Unfortunately, the Mamba had expensive tastes, tastes that your bank account would not be able to keep up with. You considered the problem and came up with a solution. 

His ego is his weakness.

You carried your Mamba over to the cheaper meats. Picking up a reasonably priced package, you showed it to your Mamba. He didn’t look impressed. Time to put your plan into action.

“I’ve heard of this,” you tell your Mamba. “Only those with the most refined palates can appreciate the nuances and experience the full flavor.” You waited, seeing if he’d take the bait.

The Mamba gave the meat a second, longer glance, then gestured for you to put the package of meat in the cart. No way would he admit to having an unrefined palate! Obviously he would love something so fancy! From that day forward, your Mamba ate the cheaper meat cut almost exclusively, always making sure that you saw him savoring it and never complaining.

Now you needed a new plan. Somehow you’d been elected by your closest friends to host a baby shower for your very pregnant bestie, and she deserved the uninterrupted spotlight at the party. Good luck telling your Mamba that though. He always demanded to be the center of attention, and you worried that he might go full-tilt angry toddler and lay claim to the gifts if you and the guests ignored him for too long.

How could you make your Mamba the star of the show and without actually involving him in the show at all?

His ego is his weakness.

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“I thought you had one of those skeleton snake bitties… a lamia?” asked one of the party guests, sipping on the sparkling cider that you’d provided in lieu of alcohol.

“Yeah, a Mamba, right?” quipped another woman.

You smiled deviously into your own champagne flute of fizzy cider. “Oh, he’s outside in the yard. He probably won’t come in until later,” you tell them before going right back to cooing over tiny baby clothes and blurry ultrasound pictures.

That morning, after setting up tons of baby-themed decorations and rearranging your furniture into party mode, you’d taken your Mamba aside. “Can I ask you to do something for me?” you asked him. “Something very dangerous and very important?” Your Mamba puffed up at the words “dangerous” and “important.” That sounded like a task that only a regal Mamba could do! “It’s a task that only a regal Mamba can do…”

You Mamba stayed out in the yard long after the partygoers left. The sun began to set, and you finally coaxed the exhausted lamia back into the house. You comforted him, congratulating him on keeping the dreaded Gullible that you’d seen earlier away from the party. Gullibles may be wild and fierce, but they were obviously no match for your Mamba and must have fled in terror, you reassured him. He puffed and preened at being the obvious hero of a party that he missed out on, vowing to himself to hunt down any Gullible that dared to enter his territory in the future.

Of course he hadn’t admitted that he didn’t know what a Gullible was. Of course he didn’t want to be caught Googling the creature. As long as you didn’t see it, he must have frightened it off! No need to bring up his shortcomings!

His ego is his weakness.

*To celebrate 1300 followers, I am finally ready to release the “Which Lamia Bittybones Are You?” quiz! You can share your result directly from the quiz, reblog with a screenshot, or even let me know what your result was in the comments! Have fun!

I drew the two headed baby I just adopted! I named him Typhon, after the Greek mythical beast with a hundred snake-like heads. He looks like lava and I love him!

(submitted by @bitti-tarts / @aqqle-tart)

*OMG, I love the pattern you designed for him. It does look like lava! Such a handsome boy with such a handsome name!

*Edgar says that because Typhon is made of magic, he is able to adapt to his fused state easily. His strong SOUL and the fact that he has a SOUL bond will ensure that he has a fulfilling and healthy life!

What Do You Mean It Isn’t a Bitty Bath?

Life seldom turns out the way you expect it to. As a young miniature King fresh out of the nursery, he’d considered himself invincible, unflappable, a prime example of all things noble and heroic. It came as no surprise that you adopted him mere days later. Who could resist his dapper charm and fierce display? As soon as you opened the door to the home he would be sharing with you, the King set out to explore his new kingdom. You tagged along behind him- his admiring entourage of one.

The curious King lamia bitty climbed furniture, poking his face into every nook and cranny to take in the entirety of his surroundings. He slithered confidently into your bedroom, planning to claim a corner of the bed as his nest when movement caught his eye. Flaring his hood, he whirled only to see another King glaring at him menacingly! A shocked expression crossed the other King’s face, a mirror image of his own features.

Realization dawned on the King in seconds. He raised a hand; the other King mimicked the motion. He wiggled his tail, and the other King did the same. Extending a hand, the King tapped the hard surface of a mirrored door on your closet. His own reflection had startled him. His angular cheekbones flared with an embarrassed blush. Maybe you hadn’t seen his reaction…?

A choked laugh from the doorway behind him dashed the King’s hopes for some iota of remaining dignity. His hood drooped, but you hurried over to comfort him. How many times had you woken up at night only to have your own sleep distorted image frighten you? You reassured him that he’s still your precious, amazing King, and he relaxed.

That night he slept in your bed, snuggled against the warmth of your body to protect you from any pesky nightmare images that might appear in the mirror’s silvery surface.

The next day you needed to run errands, and you promised the King that you wouldn’t be gone long. You preferred for him to stay at the house for now until you had time to take him on a proper tour of the neighborhood. You also wanted to surprise him with some new items to make your home feel more like his home too- some extra blankets, clothing, and maybe a few new books to read together during quiet evenings at home.

Confidence restored by a good night’s sleep, the King waved you away. The excitement of yesterday left him tired today, and staying around the house sounded perfect. Shortly after you left, the King paid a visit to the bathroom. He glanced briefly into the empty bathtub. Such a large basin must be designed for a full-sized human or monster. Surely he didn’t require that much water to clean himself. Fortunately, he discovered a smaller, lidded tub next to the sink, already filled with water!

The temperature of the water was a bit chillier than he liked, but the King had to admit that humans were particularly clever for inventing a bath that could be emptied and refilled with the push of a lever. A splash of your bubble bath and a quick flush created a nice, relaxing (if a bit cold) soak for the King.

You called out to your King when you arrived home, and he answered you from the bathroom. The smell of your favorite bubble bath tickled your nostrils. You smiled, imagining the King running himself a warm, fragrant bath and then wrapping himself in a plush towel to dry off afterwards. You step into the bathroom holding up a new outfit that you purchased for him to find him splashing about happily… in the toilet.

You lifted the miniature King out of the toilet with one of the aforementioned plush towels, rubbing him dry and wrapping him up for extra warmth. Setting him on the bed you showed him all of the gifts you brought him. He investigated each item, beaming and thanking you profusely. You hated to ruin the moment, but you couldn’t keep letting him bathe in the toilet.

You explained the function of a toilet for human beings, watching the look of joy on his face slowly transition to an expression of utter horror and disgust. You managed to hold back your laugh this time, and when he insisted on taking a proper bath in the actual bathtub, you even ran the water for him and helped him scrub his scales.

The King woke up early the next morning. He wanted to make things up to you after the bathroom fiasco of the previous day. Maybe he could try cooking? He knew you had some cookbooks in the kitchen; he saw them on his original exploration. Climbing up onto the counter, the King leafed through the cookbook pages, finally settling on a simple recipe for pancakes. It took him awhile, but he gathered the necessary ingredients, measured them carefully into a bowl, and stirred them until they were the correct consistency. He lifted a pan onto the stovetop to cook his pancakes in and turned on the burner.

Flames erupted underneath the pan. The terrified King leapt backwards, knocking the bowl of pancake batter off of the counter and onto the floor. Fire licked greedily at the pan and the King panicked, racing into the bedroom and shaking you awake with cries of “FIRE! FIRE!”

You scrambled out of bed, legs tangling in the sheets and causing you to faceplant onto the floor. The King pointed towards the kitchen, and you rushed in to take care of the fire only to discover that your gas stove was operating normally.

Sighing in relief, you informed your King that he had not almost burned down the house at all. Instead, you taught him how to operate the stove, explaining how the fire came from gas lit by a pilot light. The knobs on the stove controlled the gas output, but even at the highest setting, the flames didn’t escape the burner. Together, you and your lamia mixed up a fresh batch of pancake batter and had a nice fluffy short stack each for breakfast.

The King thought back on his first few days as your bitty with a nostalgic grin. A few weeks had passed since then, and the two of you had settled into a happy life together. He no longer bathed in the toilet. He learned how to cook a variety of delicious meals that he often prepared right alongside you in the kitchen. He accompanied you on your errands wearing the badass leather jacket you gave him, helping you navigate the twists and turns of the now-familiar neighborhood… but he never stopped guarding you from the mirrored closet.

He gave your shadowy reflection in the shiny surface one last warning glare before tucking himself into your arms and falling asleep.

Corny Lineart Complete!

*I decided to share the lineart with everyone so that you can either color it digitally, or print it and color it traditionally and customize your own Corny bitty!

*This is the completed lineart for the new Corny icon, and if you guys like it, I will post the lineart for the others once they are finished for you to customize and color as well.

Drew my full size Krait bitty uwu

(submitted by @skelegtvt)

*Aww what a cutie. I love his sweater and his handsome blush. A quality bean. You always draw them so cute/

*And they adore you tooooo!

(A lil drabble for you uwu)

2am He glanced outside from where he sat upon the couch,looking to the raging blizzard outside.It had been going on for days now,keeping he and Alissa apart,as well as their bitties,Crimson the King,and Khalli the Krait.He glanced away from the window with a sigh,knowing that his brother Sammy and his father Webster were still sound asleep,and would be for a lot longer. It was early in the morning after all.

He takes his gaze off of the snowy fury outside once he hears the soft rattling of bones,his sharp red gaze falling upon the tank that resided his beloved Krait pal,the poor lamia trembling and shaking upon the rock he was laid upon. Ah,the heat lamp must’ve blown…. He was quick to get up,striding over to the small creature and laying his hand into the tank,the small creature slithering upon his hand,he taking the sweet creature back over to the couch where he was sitting prior to getting up.He sat back down,and gently set Khalli upon his chest,he pulling a small,pink sweater from his pocket,lightly instructing his friend to put it on,the small beaming smile he received making his cheekbones dust a soft red in color. The sweater was on in seconds,the small creature curled up upon his chest and tail pulled up into the long length of the sweater,Shard making sure to gently rest his red magic hand upon the small one’s body,further keeping his little pal warm.He heard him coo softly,he cooing in return,laying his head back upon the back of the couch to close his sockets,and rest.His thumb lightly stroked the back of that small body,he feeling that small chest rising and falling with each breath,and even the small vibrations of soft purring,which he started doing in tandem with a sway of the tail. He knew adopting his little friend was a good idea…..he’d had a good feeling about the King and Krait pair once he’d seen them interacting so adorably…… He’ll have to get them both a gift to thank them for coming into his and Alissa’s lives.They truly made the lonely nights a lot less lonely.

(submitted by @skelegtvt)