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snarkystreetrat:

She’s so small. She can’t be any bigger than His pinky finger, and she’s frozen to the spot, unable to utter a peep for what feels, to Him, like several minutes. It’s probably much shorter, but the glance they exchange is long and tense before she finally pipes up.

It’s a stammered greeting. Doubtless, she’s terrified, and not for a stupid reason. Dardanos is massive compared to her. His upper lip curls up, as if in a snarl, but then He just yawns in her face, giving her a likely petrifying look into His golden mouth, shining, pearly-white fangs set into glittering gums.

He just wets His lips when he’s done, though, before stretching like a cat, all four of His arms clawing out in front of Him. “Mmmmmhhh…hahh. The last I checked, humans weren’t quite your size. I haven’t spontaneously ballooned, have I? I don’t think I’d be able to handle being so absurdly large.”

She wasn’t expecting much, she was just desperately hoping she wouldn’t die. She had so much to do. There were so many inventions. The snakechildren were barely grown she couldn’t just leave them mother-less! Oh God, oh god.

He yawned and for Claire it was like she’d come face-to-face with her mortality yet again. In a sharp jerk away from him she fell onto her back. Her rational mind told her to give him a chance, that he was probably a fairly decent fellow. But she’d seen what laid down that dark path down the back of a throat enough times and didn’t want to take chances with trust.

“P- Please! Don’t- Don’t hurt me!” Claire is shaking like a small leaf, tears streaming down her face as she scoots away from him. “I- I didn’t mean to disturb you!”

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snarkystreetrat:

Dardanos had been simply basking out in the midday sun not far off the outskirts of a town that was better called a wide spot in the road, despite the nip in the air and the fact that He’s pretty much nude. Not that it mattered; his own anatomy keeps Him decent.

The tiny squeaks Claire makes reach His ears, and He twitches them, before turning towards her, eyes bigger than her whole head staring right through her, and there’s three of them. He seems tired, too, with the way He’s just looking at her, as if processing her existence.

oh.

is her only thought when see sees his face. This... person? Reminded her of Luffy. But he was much much bigger than Luffy.

run. stay. Hide?

She twitched a bit as conflicting fight-or-flight impulses ran through her brain. “U- Uh...” How could someone be so big? They had to be an angel or demon of some kind. Perhaps a god? 

“Hell...o?” She managed to say, she hoped they weren’t evil. She hoped they were nice.

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Claire was a lot farther from home than she ever intended to be. She didn’t know when she left home or how long she’d been traveling. All she knew was that she was cold, tired, and had just come face-to-tail with a creature much much larger than she’d ever thought possible.

Perhaps if she was less tired from the journey she might’ve been able to do something other than just stare and make soft, almost terrified, squeaks.

She’d thought Snide was tall...

This creature must make normal humans feel how she felt every day!

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snarkystreetrat:

“Oh, my god. Claire, no, I was messin’ with ya! There’s no article like that. You didn’t do nothin’ bad. Jeez…” That wasn’t even proper Legalese. It amuses him so much how easy some people are to mess with.

“ooh!” She huffed. “You’re so mean! Making up something like that. You scared me!” She crossed her arms and turned away.

🐇 [Behold, a one-to-one scale plushie of one of the snakechildren] "Look!! We all made it to thank you for all the help!!"

Oh, no.

Oh no.

Oh no it’s cute.

Pardon him, he’s just going to short out for a minute. “My heart…”

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I fucking love space.

“Okay....?”

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snarkystreetrat:

“Section 72 of Article 53, “objects and individuals who surpass a predetermined threshold of the induction of type 2 diabetes as a result of unregulated levels of adorability are henceforth federally classified as unlawful.” It’s in the books, Claire.” You just made that up, Snide, stop messing with the poor woman.

Claire is many things. Gullible just happens to be one of them.

“Did I do something bad?? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!!” again, coming from the woman who steals from people.

🐇 [Behold, a one-to-one scale plushie of one of the snakechildren] "Look!! We all made it to thank you for all the help!!"

Oh, no.

Oh no.

Oh no it’s cute.

Pardon him, he’s just going to short out for a minute. “My heart…”

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touch-of-fomicry:

“………” [ Without warning, his hand quickly moved to block her path and the Colonel attempted to either force the small woman back so that she stood before him, or even snatch her. However, without his glasses on, this was going to be difficult to do. ]

“Wait a second!” [ He whispered, sounding frustrated. ]

[Oh she was most certainly not going to wait a second. Waiting a second had gotten her into plenty of terrible scrapes before. She skid to a stop, an untintentional scream escaping her.]

“NO!”

[She turned to run in the other direction, but only succeeded in slipping on papers and falling on her face.]

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snarkystreetrat:

“Fuck, make twelve. That way I’ll have ya’ whole li’l family goin’ on. God, it’s fuckin’ CUTE. This is illegal. I’m a goddamn gang boss and I’m calling this shit illegal.”

“You like them that much?”

Oh, she was absolutely going to make 12. The crafting was great family time with the snakes. They all had so much fun. “I’m so glad! Although... calling it illegal might be a bit much...” Says the girl who sneaks into other people’s homes to steal things.

🐇 [Behold, a one-to-one scale plushie of one of the snakechildren] "Look!! We all made it to thank you for all the help!!"

Oh, no.

Oh no.

Oh no it’s cute.

Pardon him, he’s just going to short out for a minute. “My heart…”

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A space without gravity. A space without relationships. Space.

“Wuh?”

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touch-of-fomicry:

[ So before him was a small woman. How exactly in the world did she become so tiny, a severe setback in the fomicry process? No, that was impossible. In the past, all replicas created stayed the same size; none ever changed in height or weight. It was unusual. Jade continued to watch her. ]

[ From what he gathered, she was gathering materials from his desk. A good thing, considering he wasn’t in any need of anything… small. What else would she need, though? Maybe she could help him clean his desk? The Colonel gave off a small groan to watch her reaction. ]

[Her heart nearly stopped when he groaned. She stopped humming and tried not to panic. She had a contingency plan for just this reason. Claire breathed out, tied up her little back of pilfered paperclips and slung it around her back, trying to be as quiet as possible. Now on high alert she’d even realized he’d moved. Very very carefully she worked her way around the papers to the edge of the desk for a quick escape.]

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snarkystreetrat:

“I’m glad, because this little fella is gettin’ the VIP seat on the bed. Usually I put plushes on the shelf so they don’t get hurt, but this one deserves a hug or seven.” Who would have thought that a grown man who looked like he was a gym bunny would be such a sucker for stuffies?

“Yay!! That’s great! And we’ve got a whole lot of extra material so... you might also be getting one for Christmas.” At least now she knew he wouldn’t be disappointed in it.

🐇 [Behold, a one-to-one scale plushie of one of the snakechildren] "Look!! We all made it to thank you for all the help!!"

Oh, no.

Oh no.

Oh no it’s cute.

Pardon him, he’s just going to short out for a minute. “My heart…”

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touch-of-fomicry:

[ The Colonel stirred from sleep, but he didn’t move. He had to wake himself up through the noises in the air so that he had an idea of what he was handling. If it was something big, he could plan his attack upon the unsuspecting intruder. If it was something small, well, he wouldn’t have to worry. In this case, it was a small thing. A very. Small. Thing. ]

[ Jade was tempted to get up and see what was making that unusually catchy jazz song. Whatever it was, he had to learn it. Maybe he could use it while he moved through the halls of the emperor’s living quarters? It certainly would make things more interested. Carefully, he moved himself around a bit to position himself to where his eyes were hidden from sight, but he was able to peek at whatever was moving around. Once he got into a more comfortable position, he started scanning his desk and attempted to pinpoint the sound. ]

[She continued humming her awesome Jazz theme, unaware she’d even stirred him from sleep. Claire was politely folding the corners of papers before she looted them of the paperclip holding them together. She was so wrapped up in her own world she didn’t even realize he’d moved.]

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snarkystreetrat:

“It’s adorable, and squishy, and I’m gonna love it forever.” Or until it falls apart, whichever comes first. He’s fawning over it pretty gently, though, rubbing his nose into it affectionately.

“Yay! We had a lot of fun making it. When he got the top all sewn together one of them tried to use it as a sleeping bag. That was pretty funny.”

She giggled, it was hard work, but it was nice to know it had paid off.

🐇 [Behold, a one-to-one scale plushie of one of the snakechildren] "Look!! We all made it to thank you for all the help!!"

Oh, no.

Oh no.

Oh no it’s cute.

Pardon him, he’s just going to short out for a minute. “My heart…”

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touch-of-fomicry:

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[ The Colonel had been knocked out on his desk, his glasses set to the side and a pen in hand. Underneath him were a bunch of papers that have been written reports that he had to turn in within a matter of days. Jade had been sleeping all this time at his office, and he had been at work since the beginning of the day. He slept silently throughout that moment, unable to detect any movement or sound within the air. ]

[ If he was fully awake, he’d be on high alert and looking for even the faintest noise from the room. However, he was tired and was unable to stay up another minute… he was practically defenseless at this point. ]

[Claire, like an expert sneak, zipped into the office, ready to pilfer some supplies for her own uses. no one ever noticed small stuff going missing anyway. If she were a spy like in the movies she’d been watching recently she could only imagine some epic jazz song playing in the background as she scaled up on to the desk.]

“...”

[She stared at the sleeping man. He seemed to be out, so she was in the clear. She just wanted a few paper clips, maybe an eraser if she could fit one in her bag with the paper clips. But, her first mistake was humming the epic jazz song that would clearly be backing up this moment. and she was getting really in to it too.]

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snarkystreetrat:

“It’s so fuckin’ cute I’m gonna get the instantly fatal kind ‘a diabetes.”

“So you like it? We all worked really hard!” She bounced up and down. “They’re going to be so happy that you like it!”

🐇 [Behold, a one-to-one scale plushie of one of the snakechildren] "Look!! We all made it to thank you for all the help!!"

Oh, no.

Oh no.

Oh no it’s cute.

Pardon him, he’s just going to short out for a minute. “My heart…”

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“Do you like it?”

🐇 [Behold, a one-to-one scale plushie of one of the snakechildren] "Look!! We all made it to thank you for all the help!!"

Oh, no.

Oh no.

Oh no it’s cute.

Pardon him, he’s just going to short out for a minute. “My heart…”

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snarkystreetrat:

Reflecting his mood, his hands get more tender and careless as he thinks about his “kids,” the teens and young adults who were under his command until three years ago, and even then, he remains their top influence. Aedan would never do anything to displease Snide or take the Rats in a direction he didn’t want them to go.

“No, it ain’t. They’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

She sits down on his chest.

Even after everything. Nothing made her happier than seeing the snakes happy, safe, and alive. It was really nice.

“Family and friends are really important. Probably the most important.”

Like a tiny ninja she scales up to his shoulder and lets out a battle cry, only to immediately lay down. "That. Was tiring..."

Pardon him, he’s screaming internally. His ador-ometer is blown. Send help.

“Oh, my god, Claire, y’could just ask me for a lift…” Is he blushing? He’s blushing. God damnit.