I Did Not Mean To Only Have This Up For A Day

I did not mean to only have this up for a day…

Ayo???

Omg…

I even caught it on the exact mark…

100 followers…

I… I’m flabbergasted*…

Thank you guys.

It’s been a long ride, and there have been many bumps along the way, but y’all stuck around through it and we made it to the other side.

Y’all have changed my life for the better and for that, I thank you.

I want to do something special for hitting this mark but I’m not sure what…

Again, if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for 100 followers! I could not have done it on my own, and you all made my day!

Thank you!

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being an artist is having both a superiority and inferiority complex

Uhhhhh…

I think we had the same idea…

How would the Bad sanses feel about kids?

Horror isn't a fan of how children have a habit of immediately bursting into terrified tears when they look at him. Kinda rude. He copes by deliberately scaring them; if a kid looks at him he pulls his scariest face. Might even say "boo" just for effect. Deep down, though, he does like kids - before it all went wrong in the Underground he used to dream about being an uncle to Papyrus' future children. When he's around you, he catches himself thinking about it... his own kids would like his face just the way it was, wouldn't they? So long as he was a good dad, it wouldn't matter what he looked like. That sounds so wonderful.

If he somehow finds a kid who isn't frightened of him, he will go full papa bear mode. Horror's the most likely of the bad guys to find a lost child and scoop them up.

Dust... avoids children like the plague. He shares Horror's habit of deliberately scaring them. He has a lot of reasons. He's a dangerous mass murderer, that's one; he also doesn't do great with noise. The sound of a crying or shouting child grates at him like nails on a chalkboard. Not to mention the fact that he's had enough of dealing with childish behaviour after a few hours around Killer.

... He also doesn't like being reminded of all the kids that used to live in his Underground. He doesn't like looking at little faces and remembering how Papyrus used to smile at him, the big brother who was supposed to keep him safe, the exact same way. The thing about having high LV is you get very used to being numb... those stabs of emotion, when they do get through, are too much.

He likes seeing you interact with kids, though. You're much better than he is, softer and kinder. Makes him think about what could've been.

Killer is great with kids. He's exciting, he's funny, he's got endless energy. He perfectly channels the 'fun uncle who clearly wants kids and would be an amazing dad', and the presence of children grounds him, taking the edge off of his worse traits and continuously pulling him down to reality. But he's also a terrible influence when left unattended. Give him an hour, and he'll be showing them how to properly hold a knife, telling them how crime isn't really that bad, and that they should totally just bite their bully as hard as they possibly can.

If a child lets him pick them up, Killer will constantly be trying to catch your eye. His huge grin speaks volumes; so when are WE gonna make our own one of these?

Nightmare says he doesn't like children. He definitely acts like it, too, he's cold and intimidating. But deep down, he's always wanted kids of his own - and he's bitter, because before he was corrupted he used to be really good with kids. Dream was (and still is) better at entertaining children but Nightmare could comfort the introverts; shy kids who cried around Dream would happily fall asleep on Nightmare's shoulder. Not anymore.

The thing is... when kids are around him for a while, you'll start to see hints of something underneath the grump. You'll notice he never raises his voice. You'll hear how his tone slips into something stern, yet calm. You'll see the 'strict but fair' edge to his sockets and mouth, you'll notice how despite all the talk of not caring his tentacles will ALWAYS catch anyone whose tiny feet are unsteady. There's a dad under there.

He's in no place for kids right now. But he does think about it - when you're around he thinks far more than he'd ever admit. He imagines giving someone the childhood he never had. If only.

Carnivorous

A Mermay Prompt

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You came back to the water alone. You hadn’t told anyone about the suspicious skeleton in the water that apparently saved you from sharks. Honestly, who would believe you? He swam unbelievably faster than anyone you’d ever seen, you never actually saw him, and there was no evidence of him ever being there. Not even a bruise from him grabbing you, he’d been so gentle.

It was hard for you to believe it even happened.

So here you were, oxygen tanks at the ready, attempting to find the monster in the water from yesterday. He seemed pretty cordial and knew his way around in the water so you figured your chances of seeing him again would increase in the water. Well, seeing him for the first time. Not again.

You waddled your way out into the water, your flippers doing you no favors on land, and went diving. Since it was the first place you technically met him, you swam for the same coral reef from yesterday. Nothing new. Just another school of fish, a few garden eels that shrank into their holes when you approached, and a stingray gliding across the sand between boulders.

Nothing.

He wasn’t here.

You blew out a couple bubbles in frustration. Not that you expected to find him immediately, just… it’d be easier if you did. Whatever. You could check on the reef in the meantime.

You carefully swayed with the currents as you floated from one patch of coral to the next. Checking on the health of the environment, avoiding any obvious dens, and picking up the occasional bit of trash that immediately got zipped into your fanny pack with a glittery zipper to dispose of later. Seriously, people didn’t understand cleanliness.

Something moved.

Shocked from your business and anticipating your mystery skeleton, you spun to look. Somewhat disappointingly, it wasn’t your skeleton. However, you still froze.

A barracuda stared you down.

Shhhhhit.

You gently tread water and leaned back, trying to slowly get away. It followed you, eyeing your fanny pack. You weren’t getting away easily. What could you possibly do? It was already after you. You covered the fanny pack with your hand.

It lunged.

You barely had time to register the attack when something huge darted at the barracuda and snatched it. The speed at which this creature moved shoved you backwards making your arms flail to stay steady. A large black tail filled your vision as you regained focus. It swished and twitched in place as the front seemed busy. As your mind actually cleared, the colors of the beast registered.

An orca.

You carefully and slowly kicked to back up. Orca’s were remarkably friendly in the area but you weren’t about to risk it. Your flipper paddled just a bit too hard and the orca noticed. It’s front twisted around to look at you, barracuda still in its mouth.

You both froze at the sight of each other.

That wasn’t an orca. It was an orca siren. With skeletal features and blood still drifting off its jaws from the barracuda it gently took from its open mouth. You could help but think you were next on its menu. However, it looked just as shocked to see you as you did.

“Uhhh… hi?” Came a familiar muffled voice from its toothy maw. It waved sheepishly at you.

Startled from your shock, you squeaked and spun on a dime, swimming away as fast as you could. An orca siren?? This close to land?? You thought there weren’t any sirens in these waters! Didn’t sirens tend to live near more crowded areas?

“Hey! Wait!”

Shhhhhiiiiittttt!

A hand around your ankle earned a scream of bubbles from you as you turned to defend yourself, kicking and flailing. It made sense now why he was so fast. Being part fish(well, mammal, but aquatic) would help with that.

“Hey! Hey! It’s okay! I’m not gonna hurt you.” He assured as his hands grabbed your arms. You kicked at him but the combination of water, flippers, and thick hide made your attacks useless.

More bubbles escaped you as you screamed. “Mmh!”

“Oh, stars, you can’t hear me can you? Uh….” He gave you a weak smile and looked up. “Don’t worry, we’ll be at the surface in no time. Hang on.” He pulled you close, prompting you to thrash again, but when his tail moved into action you clung desperately to his arms. He was too fast. How had you thought you could out swim this beast of speed? It was insane.

It was only a few seconds before you broke the surface for the second time in 24 hours. This time about a mile from the beach.

“Let go!” You snapped in the air, trying to shake his hold off your arms.

“I will! Just listen to me. Okay?” He pleaded. When you didn’t snap back he continued. “I’m not gonna hurt you. You just can’t tell anyone that we’re here.”

“We?!?” That did make sense, orca’s swam in pods, but still! The thought of more killers in the water had you shivering. “How many are you??”

He grimaced. (Should have kept my mouth shut) “That’s not important right now. What’s important is that you listen. There are very dangerous people that will hurt you if you tell anyone you saw me.”

You growled. “Hard to hurt me if I never come back to the water.”

His grip tightened on your arms. “First of all, don’t ever say that until you’re in the clear. I could kill you right now if I wanted and not have to deal with this problem ever again. You already said there isn’t anyone that would care to pay ransom for you. So who would notice if you went missing?” He glared down at you.

You froze. You and your stupid mouth. He was right. Even if you did have someone that would fight tooth and nail for you, he could still kill you and you wouldn’t be able to tell anyone that he was there.

“Second,” He interrupted your thoughts. “I wasn’t talking about in the water. There are land dwellers, scientists, that will torture every last detail of information from you just to find me. They have before for less.” His expression turned sad and he broke eye contact with you. “…This is more for your own safety.”

“…You said ‘we’ before, but now you’re only saying ‘me,’ like, just you.”

“Yeah, they don’t know about my pod and I plan to keep it that way. Please.” He pleaded.

Your resolve shook at his explanation. You… You couldn’t not tell people that there were sirens in the area, could you? He seemed so desperate. Maybe…

“If you promise something as well, sure.”

His eyes lit up. “What is it?”

You swallowed. He better hold up his end of this deal. “You can’t attack or eat people.”

He smiled gently and placed a hand on his chest. “I promise I won’t hunt, stalk, attack, injure, or eat any monster or human person for as long as you keep my secret. No loopholes. No strings attached. Your turn.” He looked at you expectantly.

Oh right. “I promise not to tell anyone about you or your pod as long as you don’t do any of that you just promised. Happy?”

“Mmmm.” He tipped his head, smirking. “…You missed a part.”

“What? What did I possibly miss?”

“No loopholes~?”

“Fine! No loopholes. No strings attached. Now are you happy?” You glared.

He whistle-laughed at you. “More than. Do you want me to take you to the shore again?” He offered.

Right. You still had no idea how you’d get back to the beach with those swirling currents between you and your destination. “Mm, fine. But only because I don’t want to swim all the way back.”

“Of course.” He hugged you to his chest. “Deep breath.”

You stuck the nozzle in your mouth.

“Oh. Okay. Here we go.”

I got to hold a dragon today!

She was really sweet and sociable. And she was cold. Colder than I expected but not anywhere near freezing. Like a water bottle at room temperature. It holds no heat and neither did she.

confidants.