#selkie verse

[blustankgirl]

Selkie verse

Armando was a simple man, a fisherman in a fishing village. He somehow managed to catch all the biggest and most delicious fish. When they asked his secret, he would just say the fish told him the perfect bait to use and he only needed to listen.

The clouds seemed to promise beautiful seas, but he could smell the storm on the wind and hear it in the cry of the birds. He would just have to go to the little sheltering bay he'd found. No one else seemed to know it was there, but it would protect him from the worst of the coming storm and if he was lucky, something useful might wash up before the weather passed.

Pulling up to the steep rocky formation, a lone golden furred seal dragged their smaller than average form from the water that began to darken from impeding storm. The seal took a moment to catch its breath before it bounced over to a rock, proceeding to rub its round head against the ragged exterior. The skin began to loosen as it was dragged back and forth. Just as it was turning over, a huge wave crashed against the seal, a shrill yelped was heard, followed by a splash. The seal had disappeared into the water that dragged it back, leaving behind a golden pelt.

#four blu engies #ic #selkie verse

[laikuh]

there’s au potential, tbh, in mary having been a selkie who gave birth to half-selkie sam and dean. she never dies in a fire, but finds her skin and runs away back to the ocean, leaving her children and husband behind.

john doesn’t go off to hunt what killed her, since he knows nothing did, but he does grow more and more controlling of his children out of the fear that they’ll leave him like mary did. with no hunting to do, they’d stay in the same place, sam bucking against the order to stay, the one most likely to run away like their mother, and dean falling under john’s spell, giving in to john’s need to be listened to and looked after. all the same parentification and emotional incest. all the same enmeshment.

i mean, i guess john could still hunt, though not for any yellowed eyed demon, but just to get back at mary for having left them. dean and sam feeling like monstrous others because they are both human and inhuman. sam not wanting to prove his humanity to john, dean desperate to prove it.

dean still becoming the mary replacement, because dean is a selkie (ish) who won’t leave like his mother did. dean has no skin to lose, nor to find. stuck with his father by choice, longing to live his own life, but in love with his dad and unwilling to cause him even more heartbreak given john never recovered from mary.

john having sex with dean because sex is a form of control. it’s a form of ownership. there is no skin for john to lock away, so he must lock away all of dean, must own and control dean’s entire being instead. sex with dean ties him to john forever, ensures that dean is always attached. a sort of all furs meets selkie stories.

#this compels me #deanjohn #selkie verse

[kamijoxversailles]

@penandinkprincess has given me brain rot, and I couldn't be happier.

I see this, and all I can think of is selkie Jaskier slapping like this until Geralt finally takes the hint and pets his stomach.

#penandinkprincess #selkie jaskier #selkie verse #seal #seal jaskier #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #the Witcher #the witcher fanfiction #Instagram

[writingsofwesteros]

Imagine a selkie in asoiaf any era she would suffer

Joffrey finding a selkie, stealing her coat and forcing her to become his wife no matter what anyone says

Viserys hearing about a captured selkie and bringing her to the red keep so he can show her off to the court

THIS !!

Everyone would have such dark tendencies and try and keep her so docile

#selkie verse

[tgarnsl]

fuck it, post selkie verse (aka the Hornblower AU where Hornblower makes the colossally stupid decision to steal a selkie for his first lieutenant)

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By the sixth day it was clear that Horatio’s gamble was paying off; the selkie proved a quick study, and was rapidly demonstrating a degree of experience in seamanship that no one aboard Hotspur had anticipated. Prowse felt confident that within a matter of weeks the creature would be more capable as any of the young midshipman, if not one of his own master’s mates. More than that, he was a natural leader of men, at least as far as discipline was concerned — a brief altercation with a common sailor on the second day had ended with the man red-faced and blubbering with fear after the selkie bared its teeth. The midshipmen had never attended to their duties with more diligence than when the creature was prowling the deck, observing them as they went about their duties with a sharp eye. Horatio had been forced to summon the beast to his cabin on the fifth day after overhearing a muttered threat concerning something to do with a hapless midshipman’s heart being devoured. Discipline was important, Horatio had reminded the creature, but the midshipmen couldn’t attend to their duties while fearing for their lives. He had not dared to ask how selkies dealt with miscreant youngsters.

Yet for all the benefits the creature appeared to be capable of providing to the Hotspur, there could be no denying the dark cloud that loomed over the ship and her men. The first sign of something strange afoot had been the rats. On the third night after the beast’s arrival, young Cheeseman, standing on the quarterdeck as officer of the watch, and all those hands on duty with him had watched in horror as the rats swarmed in their hundreds up the ladders and through the hatchways, flinging themselves from the bows into the water below where, it was said, they were seen swimming for land. The ship’s cat, a temperamental old moggie by the name of Old Tom, had followed the next night, and been seen swimming to shore. Only the gulls were unafraid, and in fact seemed encouraged by the selkie’s presence; the morning before Horatio had emerged from his cabin to find the selkie on deck and half a hundred gulls of various size and shape lined along every spar as if awaiting inspection. With a wave of the hand, the creature Bush had dismissed them: they had scattered at once, and Bush had turned a toothy grin on his captain, his queer blue eyes alight with a pleasure that was altogether inhuman.

#how am I only like 1/10th into this story and already at 7000 words argh #selkie verse #my writing

[deniigi]

For your Selkie AU. I liked the way you described the hair. Lost my markers so it's not in color. Sorry bout that. :)

#submission #Friend these are WONDERFUL #I love the texture on Foggy's hair #AND THE POUT #MY MAN THINK OF THE PRACTICALITY #aflsajdfasdf and the little snoopy seal GOD I LOVE IT #thank you so much #fic #selkie verse

[0dde11eth]

Omg omg omg a friend shared this on Facebook and it's exactly what Lambert would do to (adult) selkie jaskier!

@penandinkprincess

#selkie!jaskier #selkie!jask verse #selkie jaskier #lambert #jaskier #jaskier and lambert the chaotic duo

[wyrdle]

Seville and his funky socks 🧦🎀🍊

#seville #oc #oc art #ocs #ocs art #monster verse #selkie

[mantisgodsdomain]

3,4,15 for any member of team snakemouth!

...how about all three?

(for this ask game)

3. Obscure headcanon

For Kabbu, though we may have noted this before, we think that the North is quite firmly considered a patch of Deadland - and its inhabitants, as a result, tend to be very, very strange from the perspective of the rest of the world. For Kabbu, specifically, this means a variety of things, both biologically and culturally - though Northern beetles are a lot more common in Bugaria, deadlands in general come with a very high rate of mutation and a very high rate of death, and that means a high rate of superstition both in things that actively impact survival and in things that do not - as well as the simple fact that a constantly-changing set of genetics means that what a northern beetle is like is often very, very open to change.

Kabbu is an example of a burrower - a subspecies of sorts primarily identified by claws designed, very specifically, for digging. His claws grow into a sort of broad shovel shape and tend to be much sturdier than an equivalent beetle's - getting underground in moments in soft ground isn't really an exaggeration! Though he can dig through harder ground, it takes time and effort, and he can't go at it with the sheer speed of softer soil - technically, he could burrow through solid rock given enough time, but it would be both hard and extremely painful. It's a trait that's heavily prized in the North for its ability to create shelter and safety - beetles dominate the North's underground, and there's nothing that can really pose a threat to them. Tunnels are safety, and it really surprises and disorients him when things underground attack him, because back home that just kind of doesn't happen unless it's Another Beetle specifically targeting you.

In terms of more social things, he has a lot of trouble getting used to the concept of mimics. This is mostly due to the fact that mimics as a whole don't really... exist in the north, at least not in the means of gaining benefit from mimicking anything else. If you can talk to them as any other awakened bug, they're usually exactly what they say they are, and species mimicking normal geological features and plants haven't found any success, unless you're willing to get extremely generous with describing the snow-bank camouflage of a Northern Silk Moth's topcoat.

Though sand wasps or "white bees" still exist, the thing they're mimicking no longer exists in the same area. Any Hive that once was in the North is long dead, overly-large groups of bugs tend to die out quickly thanks to the handful of large predators that may decide the benefits outweigh the consequences when enough tasty beetles gather in the same place, and when the enemy you're dealing with is both too heavily armoured to be really deterred by most weaponry and capable and intelligent enough to stalk your group through the snow until the cost outweighs the benefit of eating you... well, the sort of small groups generally sent to start a new colony of social bugs really don't stand a chance.

It is, occasionally, very hard to get used to the fact that southern silk moths only grow a few heads taller than him. He's used to them presenting a lot more of a threat.

For Leif... we think he's completely, 100% blind. His eyes are frozen over due to quirk of his biology - the thing about his integration that makes him a failure, specifically. With any of the Snakemouth cordyceps, they do not naturally transfer the immunity to their own magic that any other variety of mage would have, and so need to alter their hosts in order to get the appropriate biology across. With Leif, that protection is not sufficient to protect the host, much less to preserve valuable organs - eyes, especially, are fragile, after all. The cold he naturally generates exceeds the host adaptations he provides, resulting in, even beyond the blindness, unusually brittle chitin, extremely stiff and easy-to-damage tissue, organic food processing efficiency appropriate for a bug currently freezing to death...

Well, you get the idea. Functionally, if alive, a host body would be in a state of perpetual hypothermia, prone to breaking down over time and needing persistent repair that his strain of cordyceps cannot provide, as any repair he could offer that's not within his host's natural healing capabilities requires manually breaking down and reconstructing any parts, which... is inconvenient at best. As he is, he gets around most of these issues by simply replacing his host body's soft tissue with cordyceps, but that has its own issues, mainly in making him look and move incredibly uncanny. Injuries take a very long time to repair, relatively, though the less tissue damage is done the easier it is to fix - being cleanly sliced in two, for example, might be easier to handle than any sort of crushing damage. As far as his eyes go... eyes of any sort are delicate, and the slightest damage can permanently blind someone. Any of Snakemouth Den's cordyceps tend to go blind anyways as the fungus burrows into ocular nerves - if anything, this is better for hiding, since the frost over his eyeballs conceals any mycelium in the eyes themselves. In theory, it can be repaired... in practice, it would be far too much of a pain for work that will be undone the moment he overtaxes his ice magic again.

...also, he doesn't really care. Sight is not the most important sense a moth has and his scent and ability to sense pheromones is fine, along with a general sensitivity to things like vibrations in the air. More than fine, even, since he's now kind of hybridized with both Ant and Bee and the number of pheromones he's sensitive enough to sense has shot through the roof. This on top of the "magic sense" he has means he has absolutely no trouble getting around, though reading books requires more or less sticking an antenna or fungal tendril over them and parsing out where the ink is by scent and texture. He full-on didn't notice he was blind until after the cordyceps reveal.

For Vi, while this might be one we've mentioned before, we headcanon that she's got a bit of minor mutation throwing her antenna... maybe 2% more towards a non-social relative, which gears her just slightly more towards being able to detect "foreign" scents - predators, prey, and any pollen or nectar in the area. Unfortunately, this slight shift in what scents she's made to pick up comes with a reduced sensitivity to pheromones and pheromone communication within the hive, along with loss of the general innate understanding that an average bee would have of how she's meant to "fit in" to a structure that utterly cripples her communication and social life in the hive.

It's minor enough of a mutation that she's never been flagged - she's a mutation of a social bee, not a normal variant of a solitary - but she smells weird, and she doesn't pick up on pheromones quite enough, and the variation in signals she puts off means that she both fails the communication to get across what she might need and fumbles the communication conveyed back to her about what she should do. Subtle things build up over time, and within the Hive, the negatives far outweigh the benefits - the Hive is only built with bees that fit to a standard in mind, and even minor deviations can get you dragged far, far behind.

This is getting very long so, uhh. Here's a cut. Everything else is below it. We enjoy getting very long-winded. There's a lot in here.

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Well, this one will depend on if it's "in general" or "by their standards". Putting any sort of objective moral judgement on just about anything is ridiculously difficult, especially with how values vary by culture or individual.

There is no such thing as objective worst, and we absolutely don't guarantee these would line up with your idea of worse, and so we'll offer two options here - what we believe they would think of first if posed with the question, and an alternative answer that would likely crop up.

For Kabbu, his own response would be easy - abandoning his teammates to The Beast. It haunts him to this day - really, what sort of beetle abandons their swarm to a fate like that? If he was a little faster, a little braver, a little less of a coward - but no. He abandoned those he was meant to care most for, and they died because of it.

For the other...

There are some things that are necessary, to survive somewhere as harsh as the Deadlands. Not everyone can be saved. Not everything can be helped. Not everyone can be taken in. Tradition and law is the heart and soul of the North - rules that everyone must comply to, if not for the sake of themselves, than for the sake of those they may interact with. To break a law, for any reason, is to be shunned by the community, most likely to your eventual death.

She broke a law. It could have been for understandable reasons, or not - it doesn't matter. She put the community at risk, and for that, she couldn't stay. She was put out in the cold, despite her pleading to the contrary. She was allowed to beg and plead and bang on the door, and yet, it meant nothing. The beast she would have lead to them caught up, eventually. He would still believe it was justified.

For Leif, his first response would be... exactly what you expect of him, really. The body he took without a care. The life he stole. He might vary on whether it's the action of stealing it or the lies he's told with that body, but the answer would be the same.

For the one he wouldn't think of... He could have spoken up. He didn't. He met their eye, slated for execution on crimes that he could parlay them on if he implicated himself, and he said nothing.

The look on their face still haunts him sometimes. It hurts more now that he's two, rather than one. It's what was needed to protect his family.

For Vi... a fault in a machine. The instructions were boring, and confusing, and hard to read. She tried to do whatever she thought might work, instead of following the manual. There was an injury. Then another one. It was her fault, really, for rigging it wrong, but she was tired and angry and she argued instead of just sucking it up and fixing it when confronted on it, and it went unfixed for days more. A minor fault can very well lead to deaths, and though this one didn't, it came close - one more inch, a slightly looser bolt, and it would have cracked a bug's shell clean open. It's a miracle it turned out as well as it did. It's a miracle that no one connected it to her enough, even when it was fixed. Someone else was punished, and she was old enough to know not to step forward - she's not stupid, after all.

The guilt still haunts her. The "what-if". The possibility of it. If someone died of her own stupid negligence, if she made someone else take the fall - she would let them, really, her sense of self-preservation isn't that bad, but she's not sure she could live with it after.

With the one she wouldn't think of personally... considering the background she's got, the journey to the Ant Kingdom, and the fact that it's already stated she took jobs before canon? We think there's a fairly good chance that Vi's off jobs got... shady. It's not like she has much in the way of morals when it comes to money, and "will do just about anything for enough cash" is a decent market. If you're willing to forsake your morals, you can get more money than your heart desires - at the cost of just a bit of risk, at that!

She doesn't think about it, really. It wasn't something she needed to think about. They were threatening her, they were a risk to her team, they were the price she had to pay to eat, the specifics of what happened don't matter much at this point. Put in the position again, would she choose their life, or hers? It doesn't matter. They're dead, anyways. She should know. She was the one to take the payment for it.

4. Favorite line?

We're copy-pasting these straight from the game! These Direct Quotes are all sourced from @aquilamage's Bug Fables Transcript project, which we highly recommend checking out! It's an excellent resource for double-checking dialogue without having to replay the game first, and a repository for just about all the dialogue in the game (provided it wasn't taken out by previous patches, of course).

We will be honest: there's a lot of dialogue in this game. This might not be our absolute favorites, as a result of a general poor memory as well as Too Much Game. Also, we have blatant favoritism towards Vi in all ways. Most of these are favorite interactions, rather than anything else, so...

For Leif:

Kabbu: Leif. If you need to take a break, let us know. Vi will carry you. Vi: That is not happening. Leif: Oh, the fatigue, it kicks in... Vi: I said it's not happening!

...and for Vi, we're fond of this dialogue, specifically because the first time we encountered it we misread "exploring" as "exploding".

Leif: Science looks like a lot of hard work. Vi: It's like uh...the thinking version of exploring!

But of course, our favorite Vi Dialogue as well as our personal favorite dialogue in the game in general would be the Bee Guard overworld spy.

Leif: Vi, you're the only Bee explorer, right? Vi: Huh? Uh, yeah! That I know of... Leif: We've been thinking it's a bit weird, to see so many Bee guards, but only one explorer... Vi: Look, they're not guards because they want to or anything, okay? Vi: They were born to be guards, so they guard. That's it. Kabbu: That's a bit somber... Vi: ...That's just how the Hive is sometimes.

"I'm allergic to bouncers" is a close second, of course. In terms of story implications, we pull on her Jaune interactions and especially the point just after getting kicked out of the studio for the first time during Jaune's request, but that's... it's less we "like" it, per se, and more that the implications are fun to toy with. In terms of the actual dialogue, it just... makes us feel sad. Sad, [], and maybe a bit angry on her behalf. We've been there more than we care to admit, after all.

We... wouldn't wish something similar on anyone. And no matter how good the good gets with Jaune, it still can't really outweigh the fact that the bad starts ticking boxes about emotional abuse in a way that makes relationships like Mothiva & Zasp that more people are willing to try and call out pale in comparison. We probably need to finish that essay some time...

Anyways, we like it when Kabbu gets mad enough to yell at people.

Kabbu: This is ridiculous! You realize you could be dooming us all!? Kabbu: What if the Termite King loses trust in the Queen!? Kabbu: What if you lose to the Wasp King without our help!? Kabbu: Have you gone completely, utterly insane!? Have you lost all intelligence! Mothiva: Yikes. You're overthinking this WAY too much. Mothiva: The Ant Kingdom's way better in our hands than with you LOSERS. Kabbu: We have SAVED YOUR LIFE BEFORE, you WITCH!

#asks #ask games #we speak #bug fables #headcanons #writing #kabbu hc section turned into north rambling but uhh. dw about it. you get to hear our cool northern worldbuilding now #hi. sorry this took so long. this is more than a thousand words of writing. #the Vi Worst Thing varies heavily by verse as does All The Other Ones #what's the worst thing they've ever done? depends on the fic! #for vi specifically the nature of the jobs she's done is often plot relevant and thus changeable by convenience #if we get into aus then there are some more drastic changes ofc but we're doing Canon TSM Only here so that's just a side note #the most notable difference in answers... #selkie vi would have a very #unfortunately selkie vi is also missing and assumed dead due to that so it would be hard for her to answer #we love kabbu but he is very much a product of his environment #the intense traditionalism is a Beetle Thing technically and kabbu's specific brand is even more specific than that #a bit of a Kabbu Thing we guess? highly area specific and notable in that its extreme even for northern beetles #you become an amalgamation of the little bits of the people around you over time #and the bits kabbu picked up. well. highlighted that law is The Way To Go for keeping people alive and safe #even if not quite happy #anyways we hope this is good. it took a longass time! we wrote So Fucking Much here. its a bit excessive.

[elvisabutler]

beyond the sea verse ( the selkie elvis au )

summary: once upon a time there was a selkie named elvis who gave his seal skin to his manager for safe keeping only to be trapped by him. you come along and win it from the manager in a game of poker. this is the story of how two people navigate a relationship that is both incredibly simple and more than a bit complicated. features jerry schilling as a werewolf, and a lot comments about seal skins and seal wives.

my heart will lead me there soon ( rated t, prequel ) happy we’ll be beyond the sea ( rated m ) and never again i’ll so sailing ( rated t ) sea dog ( rated t ) my lover stands on golden sands ( rated t ) she's there watching for me ( rated m ) we'll kiss just as before ( rated m )

all of these are meant to be read in order for a sequential timeline but honestly they all can be read as one shots too. and last two were written for smut summer.

#beyond the sea verse #beyond the sea #elvis fanfiction #masterlist #*masterlist #beyond the sea masterlist #selkie!elvis #i'm just organizing some things. hi y'all. #it's mostly an excuse to use the moodboard tbh

[laikuh]

selkie!dean is the one thing guaranteed to make me crazy still about dean and john.

#i mean there is more than one thing #later-years dean with resurrected or never died john also makes me insane #the objectified deanna concept where john loans her out to sam and bobby as a form of manipulating and controlling them #that still very much gets me #all the aus i have i still find incredibly compelling #the culty one the vampire one bbg #but man #selkie!dean is top tier even amongst those #it's the perfect metaphor to me for them #selkie verse #deanjohn

[naviculariis]

Dhampyr Mihawk Dhampyr Mihawk Dhampyr Mihawk-

#𝕻𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉: [ o o c ] #[ between dhampyr mihawk + fae crocodile + selkie penguin + dragon astoria + necromancer vasille + naga mizuki + rusulka milorad... ] #[ casually bringing more human creatures into the OP verse. ]

[butevrythinggoesaway]

Piracy Benj's human form, and introducing how I colour code the itsv spiders

#and if you look closely ive changed my headcanon of full heterochromia to sectoral heterochromia #so his uncovered eye has a bit of brown in it #and his covered eye is entirely green #he's so smelly and stinky #he's literally a fish #anyways ham is a selkie and the selkie skins have a transformation ish property #and yes the hair tuft is a reference to the tiny tentacle in his fishy form #the bandana under his tricorn is a bit too bright #but the ribbon is from jones #spider-man noir #spiderverse #into the spider verse #spider man noir #spider noir #spiderman noir #spidernoir #marvel noir #spider-noir #itsv piracy au

[tgarnsl]

Hey, what about port, for the Fanfiction guessing game?

I have a hit for port in my Hornblower selkie fic!

(below the cut for length)

A crowd had gathered by the entry port; Horatio could see William lying on a stretcher, his bloodstained pelt clutched against his chest as the surgeon bent over him. At the sight of Horatio the crowd parted, and he knelt at William’s side, mindless of the blood that stained his breeches. William turned his head to look up at Horatio, his blue eyes wide and frightened.

“Bush,” said Horatio, almost reaching for William’s hand but stopping himself at the last possible moment. “William.”

“Sir,” whispered William and Horatio glanced up at the Wallis, who shook his head gravely.

“He’s in a bad way, sir,” said Wallis, bending down to put his lips to Horatio’s ear. “As near as I can tell the bullet’s lodged itself deep in him, sir. I’ll need to examine him more closely.”

Horatio nodded, the words sounding very faint and distant. He rose to his feet, as stiff as a puppet, and gestured at the surgeon’s mates standing by. “Take him away,” he said, his stomach tight with fear. “I’ll follow along. Mr Prowse, you have the watch.”

“Aye aye, sir,” came Prowse’s voice from the crowd, but Horatio barely heard him. He watched in terrified silence as the surgeon’s mates bore William away to the cockpit, and with Wallis at his elbow he followed them into the depths of Hotspur.

#my writing #ask meme #selkie verse

[ladynearthelake]

Was just at the zoo with my kid watching the trainers feed the seals. The seals would boop this red ball on a stick and the trainer would then give them a fish.

Maniac that I am, all I could think of was @penandinkprincess and their selkie!Jaskier verse.

Geralt: he needs enrichment! I’ll stick a ball on this sharp stick!

Jaskier: BOOP

#selkie!jask verse #my brain is broken but at least it’s entertaining

[0dde11eth]

Selkie jaskier always has to supervise every activity. He watches the witchers very carefully when they cook, clean or train.

I guess you can say the witchers need his... seal of approval

@penandinkprincess

#my nonsense #jaskier #selkie!jaskier #selkie!jask verse #selkie jaskier