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[pocketnaut-a]

meet pollux, miniature explorer of space and time and every pocket dimension in between.  pollux is a personal project connected to the canons of @crushng​ and @jumpinagain​.

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[pocketnaut-a]

You. Jar. >:)

a high-pitched yelp, however small, echoes through the corridors of the invincible, carrying to inquisitive ears.

“no! no jar! i won’t go!” pollux wastes no time, taking off in the opposite direction of the shadowy someone threatening him with jar time. slick glass and his panicked breaths fogging his vision? no thanks! freedom and fresh air only! or air as fresh as it can get when it’s recycled and in space. better than jar air!

[etvidentium]

mark likes his shoulder perch. he can see everything from up here. it does get boring in the car, though. sometimes there’s music or voices or noise from the radio, but usually it’s quiet other than the click of keys and sometimes the swipe-swipe-swipe of the window wipers. he can chatter and fill the space himself, sometimes to your chagrin. or he can go exploring! without warning he rolls off your shoulder and plops into your lap, picking himself up to clamber over your legs and down to the floor. he’s off to investigate the inner workings of the dash! he knows where the hole is to get inside. if you let him get that far, anyway. he’s prepared to sprint!

@jumpinagain pocket baby mischief hours

﴾  👁   ?  ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ  ʙᴀʙʏ  ᴍɪsᴄʜɪᴇғ  ʜᴏᴜʀs  ¿   ≽   always  accepting  ﴿  

?  ⭒   𝚒𝚝'𝚜  𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗.    the  sun  casts  the  van’s  interior  in  a  hazy,    yellow  glow.    you  squint  against  it,    flipping  the  sun  visor  down  before  returning  your  hand  to  the  steering  wheel.   it’s  been  about  a  month  since  the  invincible  landed,    ﹠    about  two  weeks  on  the  road.    @pocketnaut  has  adjusted  about  as  well  as  you  could  expect,    he  slept  for  the  greater  part  of  the  day,    ﹠    filled  the  rest  of  the  time  with  his  voice.

           bringing  him  with  you  brought  it’s  own  challenges.    he  wasn’t  written  for  your  story.    you’re  not  certain  he  was  written  for  any  story.    you  think  he  knows  that,    too,    though  he  has  his    𝙾𝚆𝙽    way  of  dealing  with  it.    as  much  as  you  adore  the  prospect  of  cleaning  bits  of  fluff    ﹠    viscera  from  your  engine,    you  pluck  the  pint--sized  pioneer  up  by  the  back  of  his  jumpsuit  as  he  tries  to  grapple  down  your  skirts.    you  hold  him  like  that  for  a  few  moments,    as  if  in  doing  so  it  would  make  him  reconsider  future,    similar  attempts.    you  know  it  won’t.

[charofthestars]

mark’s totally not stealing a cookie. being as small as he is, he can be really sneaky if he wants to. it’s harder when he’s at eye level with everyone, like up on the kitchen counters. but he’s not stealing! it’s … a donation. yeah! he’s just got to avoid charlie, mostly. everyone knows not to mess with charlie’s kitchen. he might get tongsed! or scooped up in a ladle and made into soup! scary stuff.

when a shadow falls over him, mark does his best to hide behind the cookie he’s been dragging around. the trail of crumbs stretching a foot behind to the plate of cookies is not suspicious at all, thank you!

@jumpinagain with your requested pocket size baby ✨

Charlie had been watching his progress for several minutes out of the corner of his eye. It was a good effort, he’d admit. If he hadn’t been the one who made those cookies he might have even let him take one. Instead, he stands with hands on hips, looking down at the cookie apparently holding itself aloft on his counter.

“ Huh. I wonder who moved this cookie. That’s so weird. ” He reaches out to pluck the cookie off the countertop - revealing his miniature thief, whose grip lifts him aloft along with the treat he’d been trying to make off with. Charlie cups a hand under him so he doesn’t fall, and gently shakes him off the cookie with a huff.

“ Head Engineer, do you really need a cookie the same size as you are? ” He dangles the tiny engineer before his eyes. “ You know if you just asked me I could give you something smaller. That’s kind of my job. ” He slowly lowers Mark back down to the counter. “ Hold on, okay? Don’t crack your head trying to leap from the counter. Maybe I’ll find you a thimble of milk. ” He’s teasing, but he is happy to split the stolen cookie with him, once he’s fetched a plate.

[etvidentium]

mark’s curled up trustingly in your cupped hands. you can feel him breathing, quick little rise-fall and warm body like a fragile baby bird. he might be asleep, except sometimes you can see impossibly small lashes fluttering.

@jumpinagain he smol.

﴾  👁   ?  ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ  ʙᴀʙʏ  ᴍɪsᴄʜɪᴇғ  ʜᴏᴜʀs  ¿   ≽   always  accepting  ﴿

?    ⭒    𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚡  𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚊  𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚙  𝚝𝚘𝚢,    going  around    ﹠    around  until  he  tires  himself  out.    so  it’s  not  unusual  to  find  him  asleep  in  odd  places:    your  shoulder,    the  top  of  your  head,    an  empty  takeaway  box,    just  to  name  a  few.

you’ve  usually  got  your  hands  full  with  more  pressing  matters:    the  steering  wheel,    your  polaroid  camera,    your  phone,    the  radio,    the  horror  of  existence.    you  can’t  hold  a  delicate  thing  without  considering  how  it  could  break    ﹠   @pocketnaut  is  not  an  exception.    you  do  not  know  whether  to  call  this  an  intrusive  thought  or    𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.    you  do  not  think  it  matters.    

           what  matters  is  that  you  do  not  break  pollux;    you  sit  idly  with  your  hands  in  your  lap,    gazing  out  a  window  until  the  impulse  fades.    you’ve  killed  before,    but  in  this  moment,    these  hands  are  gentle  with  a  living  thing.     you  will  them  to  be.    in  spite  of  your  nature,    everything  in  life  is  a  choice.

just  as  you’re  reasonably  sure  your  companion  is  choosing  to  pretend  to  sleep.    but  just  in  case,    you  brush  your  thumb  over  his  hair  in  order  to  test  your  theory.

[starringroleasthehero]

those are very shiny shoes! mark can’t see a whole lot else from here besides shoes. (he’s learned a lot about shoes in the amount of time he’s been downsized.) anyone with shiny ass shoes like that is probably an asshole! probably. the captain has pretty shiny boots so it’s not a rule. either way, he kicks the shiny shoe! … and then second guesses and makes a run for it. maybe getting this guy’s attention was a bad idea?!

@jumpinagain can’t believe this is their first interaction-

THE ACTOR IS MORE CONFUSED THAN ANYTHING ELSE when the smallest of impacts hits his shoe. He had been minding his own business (a funny way to put ‘poking around where he shouldn’t be’, isn’t it) on the ship when the impact occurred, and he tilts his head in response as he glances down to see... A tiny figure running directly away from him. He squints, but an amused half-grin creeps onto his face as he watches the figure run and run and run. Curious. From what little he knew of the ship, he didn’t know of any of the crew to be tiny. Certainly not ‘likely fits in the palm of your hand’ tiny, either.

He finds himself chuckling now, calmly following the smaller person with a slow stride to his step, head still tilted to one side. 

“Come now, friend, I’m not going to hurt you simply because you hit my shoe...” It would sound completely reassuring... If he wasn’t playing up the sing-song tone to his voice as he walked slowly along. But he at least didn’t intend to harm... What he now realises is the head engineer, but tiny. Now that is curious.

[lifebecomesartrefracted]

mark’s creeping super duper quietly around! quiet as a mouse. about as big as a mouse, too. dangerous? maybe. but he’s hungry and if he just takes a tiny piece of sandwich no one’s going to notice, right?

@jumpinagain pocketboi ✨

@jumpinagain

The Host was writing another story, feeling in the mood for some light comedy rather than his usual dark ideas. He sighed, mumbling a narration as he did, then sat back in his chair to stretch. While the Host was great at writing (Hosts were always the best, he would say), blocks still happened and left the story in a paused heap.

Just when he was about to take a bite of his sandwich (a human pleasure he divulged in to keep his taste descriptions sharp), he noticed a little figure crouched behind the cold food. Listening to his own narration, a smile started to form on the Host’s face. “The Host notices a tiny visitor, eating at pieces of his sandwich like a common rodent.” The Host stated, reaching out and lifting Mark by the back of his uniform.

“Hello there.” Came the words with a smirk.

[pleasuretomeetme]

this isn’t where he had fallen asleep! a very small spaceman had curled up in someone’s discarded satchel bag in a far corner of the ship last night. but now! he wakes up and the bag is in the middle of a forest! with a tent! and a person nearby! mark’s not having any of that, no sir! oh no — did the man see him!? mark clambers back into the bottom of the satchel as fast as he can! there’s no way this is going to end well.

@jumpinagain pocket baby ✨

Given the nature of his satchel, Illinois could be forgiven for not realizing someone had crawled inside to hide in it. Finding the ‘bottom’ of the bag was a bit of an illusion, as he could always find more inside than it looked as though it could carry.

What was one small spaceman amongst all the rest? Amongst all the journals and pens and baubles and treasures, ropes and batteries and tools, snacks for the road, and more.

Illinois catches a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, and he sees something duck back down into his bag. An animal, he imagines, as he pushes himself to his feet. He approaches slowly, with quiet steps, carefully lifting the flap of the bag to try and get an idea of what it was. He doesn’t see scales or carapace, so it’s less likely to be deadly if it lashes out—

He reaches in, trying to be swift but not too rough with it. He feels as though he almost hears a squeaking sound. A mouse?

But he doesn’t feel fur—

He pulls out the wriggling bundle and is surprised to recognize the shape. “ A stowaway? ” He’d been in space recently - apparently someone had come along with him. “ Well, you’re a long way from home now, little friend. ”

[sounddesignerjeans-deactivated2]

I'm handwash only do NOT put me in that fucking mashine

[only-tiktoks]

[kochamchleb]

[mcharon]

Squish

[rosetintedgunman]

a small head pops over the lip of your desk. two little hands grip the edge as a tiny figure hauls up first one leg, then the other. it’s pollux! the doll tromps across the expanse of wood, heedless to the scattered papers he’s leaving tiny round footprints on, to reach you. he pokes at you until you open your palm and let him clamber in. he curls up immediately, settling in happily like the tiniest cotton-stuffed kitten.

surely all the many office supplies are very tempting. between the rubber bands and the paper clips, he’s likely to cause some mayhem later. he’s eyeing your pens a little too closely! but for now he seems happy enough to be your desk buddy for the day, snuggling in with abandon.

after a second his head pops up as if just remembering something — and he hands you a slip of paper. it’s … probably written in black ink, but it seems iridescent, like oil. a chicken scratch of a note, more scribble than words:

Snack Size was getting the hell on my nerves so you get to babysit for the day. or forever. don’t give him back actually :P

love and kisses from GIN !!

P S oh yeah happy womb eviction day or something

@crushng / @pocketnaut

-

The office had been chaotic. When things finally calmed down and the coast was clear, there was the sound of pages shuffling and an object moving.

Before the noise could be checked...

A little friend had appeared in the office!!

-

I'll take good care of him, Gin... ;A;

[mcharon]

head engineer anon coming straight at you with a simple idea >:D !! well , how about tiny actor mark on a really big chica ? or just really big objects in general :O ? he seems like the type of person that when you put it in a new environment he'd try to get on top of the nearest rock :") thanks a bunch !! :D<3

I don't have any good ideas about Mark on a big Chica but I can draw them zzzzz <3

Maybe I will draw this again if I have ideas.

[theauthorlives]

✏️ ough i think i missed it but you should draw any of my muses u want

Lemme draw your muse (Accepting, but I wanna focus on another account for tonight!)

@crushng / @pocketnaut

Two silly ideas popped into my head at the same time so I drew both.

[mcharon]

hi m!! it's me again ,, i was wondering if you can try really small head engineer mark? like all of the other crew members are normal but he.. he is tiny. babey, if you will. thanks a bunch! :D

I LOVE THIS IT'S SO CUTE

[etvidentium]

there’s a jar on your desk. it’s small, but even it dwarfs its tiny occupant. hopeful terrified eyes meet yours — hands squish against the glass.

@jumpinagain tamagotchi baby ✨

﴾  👁   ?  ᴍɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs﹐  ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ ¿   ≽   @jumpinagain​ ﴿     

𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜    ﹠    pick  at  the  non--existant  wires  running  across  your  skin.    you  don’t  know  how  long  you  were  asleep,    but  long  enough  that    ‘extending  your  natural  life’    had  been  necessitated.    you  refuse,    adamantly  this  time,    ﹠    hope  mack  sees  something  dark  in  your  eyes  when  he  looks  back.

his  disappointment  is  tangible,    ﹠    for  now,    that’s  enough,    until  he  presents  you  with  a  gift.

❛❛   This   little   guy’s   been   wandering   the   ship,  ❜❜        he  explains,      ❛❛   Consider   him   a   kind   of   wheel--house   warming   gift,    to   show   there’s   no   hard   feelings.  ❜❜        but  there  were  hard  feelings,    weren’t  there,    captain?    you’ve  got  half  a  mind  to  take  the  the  jar    ﹠    chuck  it  at  him  before  you  even    𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺    at  it.    but  then  you  do  look  at  it,    ﹠    see  dark  brown  eyes  staring  up  at  your  helmet.

                          [ACCEPT  IT]                         [DO  NOT]

           mack  gives  you  a  light  lipped  smile  as  he  leaves,    ﹠    you  have  the  distinct  feeling  of  being  given  something  to  occupy  you,    but  your  curiosity  gets  the  better  of  you,    regardless.    you  reach  out,    hesitantly,    ﹠    tap  the  glass.