#i find bits of my soul on every craggy beach i visit

[sanguineousinkblot]

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1) Trinkets. Gimme some fun little antique tchotchkes, a weird rock, some fiddly little thing a friend made, and let me have them about me! They could be on display or tucked in a secret and shadowed corner of a shelf, but whenever I see one of my *things* it gives me joy.

2) Old shit. This is in line with number one, but extends to things like furniture and typewriters if/when I can find them affordably. The key is to wait and be patient. I literally had a gently used chair/ottoman I couldn't afford suddenly get listed as "free to anyone who will just come get it and I was THERE. I'm happy that I get to give new life to something old, and that my possessions have stories behind them.

3) The beach. I'm talking like, a craggy and stony beach. I am a child of mountains and deserts, and this will likely be where I find my home, but I gotta tell you, a beach like this gives me SUCH pure and unmitigated joy. The majesty of the ocean, the critters and things that live around there, the sound of waves crashing against rocks... Phenomenal. And don't even get me started on beachcombing. Suffice it to say, I'd spend SO much of my time picking things like sea glass off the beach if I could.

4) My nest. I love an adventure, but nothing beats being able to come back home afterwards and be in your own lovely space. I've worked hard to make my space feel good, and by the gods I like spending time amongst the cool shit I have. Also home is where the books and tea and food are.

5) Stories. The best things in this world have a tale behind them, as do the best people, and I adore when I get to learn a new bit of information and tuck it into the cabinets of "lore" that exist in my brain.

[aka-indulgence]

I was a bit sad and I had an idea with Kraken Sans so....... here it is /w\

Hurt/comfort, reader feels lonely and usually tries to hide it, etc. etc.... giant sea monster man comes to comfort.

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There were many reasons you went to the cliff by the sea, with it’s huge waves crashing onto its craggy side.

There were times when you came with friends to go down to the beach. There were times when you came just to enjoy the view (the sunsets were especially breathtaking).

And then there were times where you came when you weren’t feeling so great and just needed to go somewhere.

That was the case right now.

You lean against the railing, the only barrier stopping you from falling down. Looking down always made you dizzy during the day, but during the night, all was dark; nothing but shadows below you, with the occasional glimmer of the waves, or a bit of sea foam whenever the sea struck the rocky face.

Your eyes shimmer as they look up at the stars. Out here, far away from artificial lights, they were clear to see, twinkling wherever you looked at the sky. The wind was blowing in your hair, sweeping your tear-stained cheeks.

You hadn’t even noticed you were crying.

“S… stupid…” you mutter, wiping away the infuriating drops away from your face, even as they keep springing from your eyes.

W… what were you supposed to do when you felt lonely? It wasn’t like you could just… swim over to the main island just like that. Even if you got on a ship, you’d only be there temporarily before you had to go back, and you weren’t exactly made of money to go every day.

You were here to work, and you get visited sometimes, and that’s nice…

But there are times when you really just… wanted someone to be with you, on this relatively tiny piece of land.

“G-get it together… stop… crying already…” you sniffled, frowning in dismay as more kept flowing out of your eyes. You pressed your hand to them, closing your eyes, your body shaking as a silent sob wreaked through it. Your tears ran down your elbow, falling to the waves below.

A few more moments of that gnawing, painful feelings of loneliness, and you took a deep breath, folding your arms on top of the railing. You took in the salty air, letting it slowly fill your chest before exhaling it out. The tears hadn’t stopped, but you’re sure you wouldn’t feel like you were stuck in a lobster cage anymore when you went back to the bungalow you stayed in.

… Maybe… just a few more moments out here. At least until I’m really calm. You thought, waiting for yourself to stop crying, just breathing in, and out.

The sound of the waves and the winds were relaxing, unwinding your muscles. It was quiet and loud at the same time, in a way that you enjoyed.

You were sighing when all of a sudden you a hear a much louder, big splash, waters below you being disturbed, as if something big had come near the shore.

… Or more accurately, like something big had come out of the water.

You watch with wide eyes as a giant skeleton?!?!? Rose out of the waves, with something dark and gleaming rolling about, parting and making waves around it. You squeak when a massive hand lands right beside you, crushing the and bending railing like it was made out of thin wires. You were completely frozen when a skull much bigger than your entire body appeared behind the cliff, and huge lantern-eyes stared down at you.

They both shone white, but there were little changes in its brightness, as if it was a floating ball of liquid sloshing around an invisible container. In a weird way, it reminded you of the sea itself, with globs moving back and forth in those huge glowing spheres.

It only took a few more moments of staring into this giant’s eyes (eyelights?) before you noticed the predicament that you’re in, and fear settled in as your utter shock started to bleed away.

A- A kraken?!!

You assumed as much, those long tendril like objects that were slopping around this creature must’ve been its tentacles.

You started taking a step back.

W… what’s a kraken doing here? W-was he here to eat you??!

Maybe it was the step, or maybe it was the pure terror that was on your face, but suddenly the huge beast reacted. His face contorted into a look of sadness and worry, and the huge interlocking sharp teeth that made his mouth parted in the slightest. He let out an impossibly deep rumbling sound that practically quaked the ground and shook your entire body. The sound stops you in your tracks, trying to stop yourself from losing your footing.

He made another, slightly higher sound that reminded you of whale songs, the hand on the cliff shifting against the ground, his fingers gently curling behind you. The paranoid side of you thought for a second that he was trying to block your escape route, but he didn’t try to grab you or squash you; just making a (protective?) curl around you.

Your hammering heart started to slow down as you realized this giant of the deep doesn’t seem to mean you any harm. But if he didn’t, then… why was he here?

“H… hello?” you greet(?) him tentatively, rubbing your hands together, both fidgeting and keeping them warm.

Your voice seems to have delighted him, as his furrowed brows raised a little and he looked like he was smiling.

Did… did he even understand…?

A series of clicking sound filled the air from somewhere in his throat (you’d wonder how, but you were staring at a giant skeleton-kraken monster). Somehow, it sounded happy to you, light and playful.

He brought his skull closer to the cliff, trying to get a closer look at you. Something about his gaze made you blush, and you hug your hands a little.

“…. (y/n)….” He rumbled again, and after bracing yourself against the deep sound, you perk a little when you realize he not only spoke, but he also said your name.

“H-??” you breathe, “How did you know my name??”

The monster seemed to process your question slowly, blinking once.

“like…. (y/n)….”

At that, the beast’s mouth definitely turned into a smile, and you hear the waves churning under him as he seems to get excited, his sockets crinkling. His tentacles must’ve hit the cliff, because you feel a minute shaking in the ground.

“Like me…?” you echo, and the giant nods as fast as his body allowed, making what you guess is a happy little trill in response.

You let out a sigh. He doesn’t seem especially dangerous at the moment, though you are aware of how easily it’d be for him to squash you like a bug.

His eyes seem to shine brighter when they look at you, and the movements below him slow down.

“How did you…” you start to say, but you’re not sure how much you want to know about apparently having a giant deep-sea admirer, and the fact that you never noticed he was even there. So instead you ask, “Well, who are you… Mr. Sea monster? Do you have a name?”

He didn’t take as long to answer that.

“sans….” he tells you. Then, “have… sea name…”

He demonstrates his other name by making a series of rumble and clicks that you don’t understand, but you assume must mean a whole lot in… ‘Sea language’.

You giggle at this apparent-gentle giant, smiling at him. “Oh ok! So, Sans, or…” you try to mimic whatever sounds Sans had made and apparently made him chuckle (new languages are hard!), “why are you up here?”

Sans’ grin falls a bit, and his eyes looked… sad? His other hand rises over the cliff, around your level, and he points at you.

Or more specifically, your face.

You furrow your brows a little. For you? Was this the time he chose to introduce himself to you?

“H-huh?” was all that came out of your mouth, looking from his pointed finger (it was pretty much as big as you!) to his face.

When it’s clear to him that you didn’t understand, he brings his hand close to you. So much closer that he was going to touch you. You held your breath a little, concerned as to what he’s about to do, and then-

Poke.

You felt a firm, yet light touch on your face. His finger was on your cheek.

“Wh…?”

“… water…” Sans rumbles. “from… your face…”

… Oh. Your tears. You still had tear tracks on your face, and you found you even still had some left when you blinked, another one falling down your face.

“O-oh, these?” your face reddened a little in embarrassment and you wiped the remaining drops away. “Th-they… it’s… nothing to worry about.”

Sans actually frowns, and his brows dip between his sockets.

“… sad.”

Your heart sinks in your chest.

You were used to hiding your hurt from others. You were used to drying your tears and smiling for others when they came around the corner. As much as you hated having to just take and endure it, you wouldn’t know how to face others if they tried to look closer.

… And yet…

Just one word from this monster that just appeared himself to you… just brought down any sort of walls you were unconsciously trying to build.

It was so genuine, like…

Like he was speaking to your soul.

A new wave of tears welled up in your eyes, and you let them spill. No use hiding it when it feels like he could see right through you.

“Y-yeah. I was… I’m… sad.” You say in defeat, slouching in front of him. His pointing hand shifted around you, and blink through wet eyes, seeing him cup his hand around you, and his giant thumb gently press against your cheek, as if he was trying to wipe them away.

His hand was warm. It felt like… he was hugging you, the closest thing he could do to hug you, and you slump into his palm. You hug the thumb that was on your face and started to sob against the giant bone, shaking and shivering a little. Just… having someone with you… it opened the floodgates, again.

“I-I just…” you tremor, “I-I just feel so lonely s-sometimes…”

It wasn’t if you couldn’t speak to your friends, you could. But the distance was wearing on you, and you weren’t quite as close to your colleagues, and you just…

You just wanted someone to…

…

You wrap your arms around his thumb and rub your face against it, finding yourself comforted instead of afraid when his fingers curl further around you.

Lulling, empathetic songs sounded from the great monster, slowly getting lower in pitch before it raised back up to do it all over again. With practically no pressure, he rubs his thumb on your face, either to dry your tears or to pet you.

… Slowly, you let your trembling fingers go of his giant one, and Sans seems to sense that you’re pulling away, because he pulls his fingers away from you to let you stand. You hold onto the tip of his thumb and rub your sleeve against your face, sniffing.

“Th… thanks Sans.” was all you manage to eke out, unsure of what else to say.

Sans croons, bringing his hand back to press behind you, radiating heat and keeping you warm and safe from the slightly chilly night.

You feel slightly awkward in the silence, not sure what you’re supposed to say to a giant kraken monster after you just cried all over his hand.

You suppose, “I… I should go back. T-to my house,” you stammer, breath still interrupted by the occasional hiccup.

Sans’ calm and almost sleepy face suddenly looked distressed, looking at you like you just threatened him. Sad, weeping sounds came out of him, his fingers starting to close in around you.

Apparently, he didn’t want to say goodbye.

“W-wait! Don’t worry! We can always meet again!” you held your hand out against him, almost reassuring him while you were panicked. “I can come see you again here, tomorrow night, if you’d like?”

The wibbling and calls of despair he was making got quieter, and when you look back you realize both his hands were coming up behind you, like they were about to scoop you up and take you away. At your offer, Sans looked mildly placated, looking at you hopefully.

“tomorrow…” he echoes, “… promise…?”

Ah… maybe…

Maybe you weren’t the only one here who was lonely.

“I promise, Sans.”

You add, “You were good company. I’d like to meet you again tomorrow.”

He takes another moment to process your words before his smile was back on his face, wider than before. A series of rumbles came from him in waves, like… like a chuckle. He pulled his hands away from you, giving you your way back to the bungalow.

“tomorrow.” he says, almost in a sing-song voice, “(y/n). tomorrow.”

“That’s right,” you smiled at him, as you turned inland. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sans!”

“(y/n). tomorrow. (y/n). (y/n).”

You could faintly hear his voice as you walked back, with a little spring to your step. At the moment you had promised to see him tomorrow to stop him from possibly taking you away, but you really did like Sans. And you did want to see him again.

If you looked behind, maybe you could’ve seen those two huge lights, watching you walk back home.