Mermaid Bean? And Reactions Of The Bad Sanses Perhaps?

Mermaid bean? And reactions of the bad Sanses perhaps?

Ooooooooh! I’ve been meaning to draw this one!

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I kinda turned it into its own au…

And then Killer named her Bubble.

Can we send art in your asks? And I mean like, for example, someone's oc like, idk headpats Bean or something?

YES!!!

I’d love to see y’all’s art! Go wild!

This will never be okay

Stay safe y’all

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

Headcanon Time!!!

When Nightmare reads, if he’s not turning the pages, he will fidget with/scratch the closest thing to him. The little wooden paperweight duck that Dust carved for him has been worn down with how much Nightmare will twirl it in his hands while he’s distracted. Grooves from him drumming and picking at the desk are deep and old.

However, if you happen to catch Nightmare sitting on the couch in the living room, you will find yourself sat beside him while he rubs/scratches your back. To the other skeletons in the castle, those who lack muscles and thus muscle soreness, the scratching is very uncomfortable and they tend to avoid Nightmare while he reads.

But for a human, it’s heaven. It’s even better if you’re Nightmare’s love interest.

Nightmare, after noticing the positivity coming off you while he rubs your back, will search you out whenever he has time to read and just plop you down beside him and disassociate. He doesn’t even hold you there like he would the others. Just lets you melt into the back rubs while he reads. If you’re lucky, he might even read aloud.

Healer

A Mermay Prompt

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There was a whistled song when you left the car. It sounded injured and mournful.

Leaving your gear, you snatched the first aid and bolted across the sand and rocks towards the sound. You weren’t sure you were thinking. Just the thought of the song being Cross had you moving before you could even consider a reaction and you weren’t about to question it.

He was beached in your hidden cove. His song cut off when he saw you and your head cleared. He was fine. He was alive. You still desperately wanted to make sure he was okay.

“Y/n? What are you-?”

“Are you okay?” You rushed forward to check him when a hand stopped you.

“Y/n, stop. It’s fine. What are you even doing here this early? The sun has barely come out.” Cross’s voice strained with worry.

You slapped his hand away. “I’m normally up this early! Now let me see where you’re hurt!”

He shifted away from your approach. “It’s nothing. I just got in a friendly fight with one of my pod. It’ll heal itself.”

His retreat didn’t stop you as you stormed forward to check him over. He was hiding it somewhere. “And I can help it heal faster so it doesn’t scar. Cross. Let me see it.” You growled.

Mumbling in frustration, Cross flopped onto his belly and let you see the fresh bite and scratch marks behind his floppy dorsal fin. The bite was deep and looked more like an intent to kill than play fighting. Especially with the claw mark curving toward Cross’s belly.

You set the first aid down and pulled out the few things for cleaning wounds. “This might hurt.”

He scoffed. “Please. I’ve hade worse- hissssss!” Cross’s back arched as you wiped a scratch with an alcohol wipe. His blazing eyelight looked back at you. “Why are you using a jellyfish?!?!”

“It’s not a jellyfish. It’s alcohol. And it’s cleaning your wounds.”

“I don’t need them cleaned! The water cleans them!”

“If they were clean, it wouldn’t hurt.”

He groaned. “You’re the worst healer I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not a healer.”

“No shit.”

For some reason you were unsure of, Cross’s use of a curse word had you sputtering with laughter. Where did he learn that word? Surely not from the water. And he’d used it properly.

“What’s wrong with you now?”

“Nothing! I- heheh -I just didn’t expect you to curse! It shocked me!” You dabbed at your eyes with the back of your hand, careful not to get the wipes in them.

“Oh my stars, you’re laughing because I said shit??” Was his wounded accusation.

“Stop making me laugh or I’m accidentally going to press too hard on your wounds! Jellyfish or not, these things hurt.”

“And yet you still use them on me.” He flinched away with a hiss.

“Yeah, ‘cause it’s helping. Now stop moving.”

The next few minutes were filled with hisses, various curse words, empty threats, and plenty of alcohol wipes. The wounds were cleaned and patched as Cross insisted he wrap them himself later.

When you finished, he sighed deeply. “……Thank you. It does feel better.”

“You’re welcome, Cross. I’m glad I could help.”

The waves splashing against the shore, trying to reach you, was the only sound for several minutes.

“So,” Cross interrupted. “What, uh, what do you do for a living? People still work for things, right?”

“Yeah, I work online. It sucks but it beats having to leave the house. And I get to go diving whenever I want. I can just close my laptop and go.”

“You like diving?” Cross smiled.

You scoffed as a smile split your face. “Obviously. I love the ocean. It’s so much more alive than the city. Like, yeah, the city is busier. Cars and people rushing to get to work or go home. But the water has more color and casual life. Fish swim around, not to get to work, but just because they can. Anemones and sea grass are always swaying and moving with the water. Everything practically screams peace while still being wild and uncontrollable. It’s just so beautiful. And I wish I could be a part of that.”

Cross’s smile changed to understanding. “You want to live in the ocean.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, we could probably use a healer down there.” He grinned. “Just not you.”

“Hey!”

confidants.