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
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. ”
I'm handwash only do NOT put me in that fucking mashine
Squish
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
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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!!
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I'll take good care of him, Gin... ;A;
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.
✏️ 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.
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
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.