#selkie thoughts

[hisuian-history-makers]

Leopard Seal Selkies!

[A/N: I know I’m not the only one who thought about this type of Selkie. But imagine the implications when you consider actual Leopard Seals! They’re one of the only seal species to routinely eat other seals (pups, usually)…]

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What if—Leopard Seal Selkies are the boogeymen of Selkie society?

Regular leopard seals rarely have contact with humans due to mostly living in truly cold places. (Some have been spotted in places like the Cook Islands, New Zealand—but the sightings are rather rare…) Thus, leopard seal selkies wouldn’t have much reason to turn into their human forms too often. Their human forms might offer much less protection in the cold areas they frequently live in. So I imagine these types of selkies are very, very rare to encounter outside of their seal forms!

Some of them might even not learn how to talk because they spend so little as humans or listening to people on boats! Barely any time spent as humans could attribute to them being boogeymen (and boogeywomen) of Selkies.

These seals average well over the height of typical humans, so their skins would be pretty big and cumbersome to hide. Although—they might spend a bit more time as humans with something that big to cover themselves. Not too long though. Anyway, the sheer myths and legends some Selkies would have about large cannibalistic selkies who are rarely human. That’d be interesting to base an OC on!

I’ve been on a bit of Selkie kick recently sue me!

Happy Monstober? Does this count???

[flomuffin]

My music habits are normal

[aussyartz]

The Archifish

it took me entirely too long to do all those eyes enjoy !!

[cosmicwhoreo]

You mean to tell me I NEVER posted my Selkie Pearl doodles on here...?

Well clearly this won't stand-

[selkies-world]

Someone should do a thing on how queer identities & queerphobia & climate change & climate change denial all link with chaos theory & the fingerprint of God & newtonism. Not me, because I only understand the basic concept of the math. But someone who knows them.

[thebeloathed]

LOOK AT THE SILLIES!! LOOK AT THEM!!!

[machveil]

More selkie!soap 🙏🙏🙏

Selkie!Soap

Selkie!Johnny was sure he’d have at least a day or two to try and win your heart before your husband came home from being out on the sea - unpredictable weather and all. he didn’t expect to be looking up at a rugged, well built man first thing in the morning. Simon’s nearly black irises staring him down

“Oh— You’re up!”, your voice caught his attention, nervously looking past your husband, “I’m making breakfast. Simon, why don’t you grab John here a pair of clothes he can borrow.”. again, Johnny’s heart was beating quickly. looking after him, having your husband fetch him a pair of clothes, Johnny could steal you away now if he really wanted to. as soon as Simon left with a curt, grumbled huff Johnny was next to you

“Thanks for lettin’ me stay again, lass.”, voice low as he watched you cook. as long as your husband was out of the room Johnny could at least try to use his natural charm on you. “Appreciate it. I could just stay here forever, ya know?”, when you laughed, a smile tugging at your lips, John knew he was hooked. for all the past women he’d seduced and bedded, none of them had laughter like yours - none of them cared for his wellbeing or made his heart skip a beat. “You’re welcome to stay until you get back on your feet.”, music to his ears, he was just about to flirt when you continued, “Course, I’d have to ask my husband.”

your husband. it had Johnny looking around the small kitchen to make sure he was still in your room, “Ah— I’d imagine so.”, the small pout that settled on his lips caught your eye, just on the edge of your peripheral. admittedly, Johnny was handsome - a selkie with rugged, charming looks, not that you knew. to you, John looked like a normal, healthy man. big, a healthy layer of fat wrapped around his muscles. “Might have to convince him then, yeah?”, and there was his charming smile, lopsided and boyish. maybe he was being overly friendly when he rested his hand against the small of your back, a little too caught up in the moment to hear the floorboards creaking

a hand gripping the back of his shirt tugged him away from you slightly, a startled little noise resonating in Johnny’s throat. “Clothes.”, Simon’s low voice rumbling as he shoved a change of clothes to Johnny’s chest. “Ya know where the guest room is.”, short, curt words. all Johnny could manage was a tight smile and nod before he scrambled away from Simon, from you. Simon watched him turn the corner out of the kitchen, eyes squinting before he walked up behind you, arms wrapped snug around your waist

a gentle kiss pressed to the back of your head, Simon knew it as soon as he saw Johnny. a fisherman knows a selkie when he sees one. he knows the stories passed from ship to ship, from pub to pub. men crawling out of the sea and bedding women, their charming words and allure seducing pretty little things. “Mhm, found him on the shore— poor man was drenched, Simon. Don’t kick him out, let him sleep.”, that’s what you had told Simon when he heard Johnny snoring after he came home

a selkie, one that was cooped up with his wife. a selkie that… hadn’t seduced you and stolen you away. lips pressed against your hair, Simon closes his eyes. a selkie… hands settling over your stomach, he breathes out

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Hi Lovely, just dropping by to say that you can totally decline weigh ins if not extremely necessary. You're a fantastic writer, you've got excellent music taste and clearly are funny at hell. Plus you can probably lift every twat nurse who tuts and scoffs at you, they shouldn't every judge you.

If you're up for it, I'd die for some NikPrice in a proper sex shop (Not a gag/gimmick one) or maybe a lil NikPrice who want to bring in a certain delightfully sassy sergeant to their dynamic.

Head up, we are all here to support you!

😊

Thank you for this, Selkie. It was a massive boost going in. So, Nikprice in a sex shop, eh? Well, obviously I had to visit Prowler to, uh, check it still looks the same as the last time I visited. Here we go...

Nik and John visit ProwlerRED in Soho as Nik helps John take those first tentative steps in exploring his sexuality.

cw: fetishwear, inexperienced and nervous sub, teasing Nikolai.

Price stood opposite the shop and stared at the giant white paw on the black banner between the ground and first floor, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat, his beanie pulled low around his ears to disguise the hot flush colouring them a deep red.

They stood at the crossroads. Passersby dipped into the gutter to get around them on their way down Old Compton Street and Price stepped back a little further as a cyclist hopped the pavement, swerving a stationary taxi that was blocked from turning into Dean Street. Price's eyes would make it to the window eventually, but first he needed to get over the road.

"We should go in," Nik said, exhaling the last breath of cigarette smoke as he ground it out under his boot. This had been his idea. He had spotted Price eyeing up some of the leathermen at the bar the previous evening, and teased his interest out of him under the duvet of their exorbitantly expensive hotel bed. It was hard to keep secrets from Nik when his hands and mouth were on ya... Some kinda witchcraft.

Price knew what leathermen were. It was impossible not to when your old man had been both a sergeant in the armed forces and a keen biker. It was a joining of the two things together; the latent homoeroticism of a career and a hobby that had been, at the time, completely male dominated. His old man had been predictably foul in his judgements of his fellow soldiers, but Price had been fascinated. He'd avoided looking too deeply at why he found them so--

Price was... he was interested, alright? Something about the way that the leather looked on a man's body; the harnesses, the jackets, the jock straps. He didn't much care for the caps or the police shirts. If he wanted to wear a cap, he'd give in to Mac's relentless naggin' and get promoted, you know, wear a cap that came with a bloody salary increase, and Peelers weren't exactly high in his esteem.

It was the smell and the texture of the leather against sweat, the slide of it across hard and soft curves as leashes and harnesses shifted, the sound of belts snapping together, watching the dominant partner haul their willing subordinate around and the responding trust. The relief and pleasure on faces that weren't covered by masks, moans muffled by gags. That looked good. Real good.

Imagining Nik's hand wound through a--

Price swallowed.

"John?"

"Hold up, I'm gettin' there. Don't rush me." Price bristled, shoulders rising up around his ears. He didn't even need to look at Nik to know what his face was doin'; Price could feel his grin like atmospheric pressure and it rankled him. "This ain't funny, Nik."

"It is funny," Nik said, arms folded across his big chest, open palm tapping his own elbow. "This is not live fire fight or hostage situation. You need to relax."

"I'm perfectly relaxed," Price said, immediately dropping his shoulders and sniffing when Nik raised his eyebrow. He bounced on his toes and coughed, aiming for nonchalant, but knew his eyes were wider than a rabbit's gazing into oncoming headlights. "See, fine."

"It is just a shop."

"I can see that."

"The owner is half your size."

"Oh yeah? You well acquainted?"

"Fairly."

"Course y'are." Price's cheeks reddened and he scrubbed a hand through his beard. "Alright. Ground rules. Nothin' that's sharp or... Let's just stick to the harness."

Nik hummed and started crossing the road. Price tried to grab his arm to get at least some verbal agreement, but Nik had already skipped up the opposite curb and was looking through the window. Price waited for a black cab to pass and then jogged over to stand at his side. He could see himself in the reflection of the window, hunkered low. "Is that a leather pig mask?"

"Da," Nik said, examining a full body harness with a metal cock ring at the groin. Price hazarded a glance at what had Nik so interested and his heart skipped a beat, his fingers curling into fists inside his pockets . Nik tapped his elbow. "Come." Price let Nik take his elbow and drag him through the door on the corner of the building, his breath held for... fuck knows what reason.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. The same smell as the bar the evening before, except without the added layer of sweat that had made his mouth water. It was sharp, clean. Behind the mannequins in the window were two railings of leather harnesses, and along the walls were racks of leather shirts and trousers. Fairly... innocuous, really. It could have been a biker's shop if it had helmets instead of masks, and less lube on the shelves.

"Hey," called a faintly accented voice from behind the counter, Price would guess Polish but Nik would get a better read. "Let me know if you need anything." She had enough metal in her mouth that kissing her would risk a stab wound, and Price found himself counting the studs when Nik cleared his throat.

"Da, thank you, we may need help with sizing."

She shrugged. "The best thing to do is try 'em on. There's a changing room round the corner," she jutted her thumb over her shoulder, "and two downstairs with the toys and bondage. Just no underwear, yeah?" With that, she turned back to untangling the pile of leather paraphernalia and hangers on the counter.

Nik seemed distracted by something on the far wall, so Price took the opportunity to examine the shelves behind the shop assistant. Aromas. A fair number of them, in fact. Price had seen a few of the lads holding them at the bar, but googling "aroma" and "disk cleaner" had yielded completely innocuous Amazon searches.

"You will not need those, solnyshko," Nik called, so Price continued to tentatively explore, hands still stuffed deep in his pockets.

His gaze wandered to a pile of flyers at the edge of the counter. "Boot blacking," Price murmured. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Da," Nik said softly, appearing at his shoulder with two harnesses in his hand. "It is a kink, but also good for repairing tired equipment."

"Fuckin 'ell, gettin' the troopers to buff their boots proper is like pullin' teeth, and these lot do it for jollies? Is he... Is he lickin' it?"

Nik chuckled and took the flyer out of Price's hand, stroking a finger over the bristles on Price's chin before twining their fingers together. "Perhaps if you put on a jock strap and licked their boots they might be more, hmm, proactive, no?"

"I'll run it by brass," Price said with a wry smirk, letting Nik pull him down the narrow staircase to the basement level.

His eyes blew wide once they'd adjusted to the dim lighting. Now that was what he had actually expected when Nik had said "fetish shop". The walls were crammed with an assortment of delightful looking torture devices from whips to gags to masks that covered everything but the mouth. There was a rack of staggeringly big silicone cocks, and Price felt the heat creeping back up his neck again at how bloody real some of them looked. And big. So fuckin' big.

He was so out of his bloody depth here.

The display case to the right of the stairs as they reached the bottom was filled with the weirdest collection of dildos he had ever seen in his life. He stooped down, hands on his knees, and peered inside. "Fuck me, that one's thicker than my thigh. Nik, there's no... Nik, come here. There's no way that fits. What the fuck is that meant to be?" He pressed his fingertip to the glass at what looked like a tentacle with little nodules all over it.

"John, here." Nik beckoned him over and Price sidled over to stand at his side, casting one final alarmed look into the display case. On the wall, there was an array of cuffs and collars, all with slightly different fastenings, studs and coloured linings. Nik took one of Price's hands and placed it on the nearest pair of cuffs, pressing against Price's back, his chin on his shoulder, palm on his belly to keep him close. "Choose."

"I thought we said just the harness..." Price murmured, but he could barely hear the words leave his own mouth, too fixated on the feel and smell of expensive leather. His toes curled in his boots as he pressed his fingers inside the circle of a cuff, slipping out the other side to nudge one of the metal links and stroke around the smooth edge of the buckle.

These weren't the laughably flimsy handcuffs Price had used previously in his, admittedly, limited sex life. The kind where the plastic broke through the cheap fur and cut your skin if you pulled too hard. Tokenisitic in their restraint. These were sturdy, unyielding; they would be completely unbreakable, even by a body like his. The thought of Nik securing Price's wrists to the headboard, working his hands down his body, made Price's damn prick twitch.

Nik nuzzled the side of his neck, bringing him back to the present, and he picked up a solid black pair like the ones he had seen on a man last night. They had a single silver loop each and a thick buckle. The leather was stiff, clean and unblemished, and Price flexed them a little in his palms. "Uh, these." His reward was a soft kiss just beneath his ear, and Nik reached a little higher to pluck the matching collar from the top row of hooks.

"Try them on, with your shirt off," Nik said. "I will wait here. Take your time." He placed the harness in Price's hands and nudged him towards the narrow changing cubicle. Price hesitated, glancing back up at the stairs and then into the shop proper. Nik placed a palm at the small of his back and pressed his nose to the side of Price's face. "It is fine. I will not allow anyone to see."

"Right, yeah..." Price ducked beneath a silk sash hanging from the railing as Nik nudged him forward. He figured if people were down here looking for a birch to take stripes out of them, seeing some battered old soldier in a leather harness wouldn't faze them too much. And that's what he told himself as he yanked the curtain across and shucked his shirt over his head.

The harness seemed to have more buckles than entirely necessary at first inspection, and he turned it over and over in his hands, checking the model on the label to work out how it should sit. It was sturdy, with silver studs and thick metal, and he felt that same throb of arousal as he handled it.

"John, is ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine, jus'... workin' it out."

In the end, Price pulled open one of the side buckles and ducked into it. The leather was chill on his skin and his nipples pulled tight as he sat the straps just above them. Once he'd fastened the buckle back in place, he glanced into the mirror through his eyebrows, hesitant.

The yellowing bruise on his ribs from the last op was beginning to fade, the scrapes all but healed into thin pink lines, and he had the usual litany of scars he was used to seeing by now.

He looked... good.

It sat well around his shoulders, framing the furred curves of his chest by sitting just above the line of his nipples, the silver d-ring between his tits. The straps beneath his arms sat just above his obliques, following the line of muscle comfortably.

Fuck, it made him look... made him look broad, strong, with his jeans belted at his narrow hips, his operation-ready athletic physique well-complemented, and he stood up a little straighter, jutting his chin. He'd expected to feel like a dog, maybe a bit demeaned, but when he flexed into the leather, heard the stiff straps creak a bit, he felt fuckin' powerful.

Next were the cuffs. He wrapped them around each wrist, turning them around until the silver rings sat on the top and the buckles beneath. The lining was slightly padded, lending to a snug fit.

"How does it feel?" Nik asked, close to the curtain.

"Yeah, s'nice. Like, uh, it fits well."

Price grabbed the collar and then pushed the curtain aside a bit, his eyes fixed on the floor as he felt the heat creeping up his neck again. He heard Nik's breath catch and then a soft curse whispered in awestruck Russian.

"Not bad, right?" Price asked, trying for cocksure but coming out shy.

Nik said nothing. He took the collar from Price's hand and wrapped it carefully around his neck, using his forefinger to stop the leather biting as he threaded the strap through. The moment it pulled tight enough for Price to feel it, he let out a soft gasp, his hands lifting to latch onto Nik's wrist, a sudden panic beating a little harder in his chest.

"Easy, solnyshko," Nik said gently, leaning in to kiss him. Price's grip relaxed, and he drew in a shaky breath. Nik took his hands. "Here, let me show you how it would feel with your wrists secure. If you feel unsafe, you must tell me, da?"

"Is... Is anyone down here?"

"Nyet. We are alone."

"Ye-yeah, right... Yeah." Price swallowed as Nik moved his arms behind his back, lifting each wrist until he could attach the cuffs to the d-ring at the back of the harness. When Nik was done, he stepped back, his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the shop as he appraised the man before him.

"Krasivyy..." Nik said, reaching to lift Price's chin from where it was tilted down. John kept his head up as Nik's hands roamed his body, following the line of the leather straps over his clavicles to his upper chest, leaving goosebumps of pleasure in his wake.

Price watched Nik's eyes darken with desire and felt like the hottest piece of arse this side of the Thames; he flexed cheekily into the straps and Nik's lips twitched. The control in this wasn't so clear cut, was it? Price had assumed he'd be the one under the boot, but watching Nik's reaction made it clear he had more power than he'd assumed. Nik was enraptured, his arousal clear in the heated caress of his palms and fingers.

Price wanted to lean into his hands, arch like a damn cat. His stomach pulled tight as Nik stroked just above his nipples, following the line of the harness beneath his arms and making him flex and shiver. It was too much, too sensitive, and he let out a soft, strangled noise, squirming as heat gathered in his hips. He couldn't stop Nik from touching him, couldn't push his hands away, and that made his blood run south, hot and urgent. "Mm, Nik... Please... I..."

"You are... breath taking like this," Nik said, lifting a hand to hook the collar and draw Price to him. The experience of being drawn to Nik's chest like that, having to trust those strong arms would catch him, made Price groan softly. He buried his face into Nik's neck, arching only when Nik's hands swept down his back, gently stroking the burn scars at the base before dropping lower to squeeze his arse. "If I could, I would have you here."

"Fuck," Price breathed, grinding forward to feel the hard line of Nik's cock. "Guess we're buyin' this then..."

"Da, and one or two other things."

"Nik."

"Nothing sharp. Nothing to hurt you, John. I promise."

"You could never hurt me." Price had never been so certain of anything in his life.

Nik took the back of the harness and pulled Price away from him, lifting his chin so their eyes met. "This is important. So listen," Nik said. "Sometimes hurt is not physical pain in this. It can be feeling unsafe, it can be feeling too overwhelmed. I may push too far, and you must be honest with me."

Nik looked so serious and Price could only nod, the corners of his eyes crinkling with affection. Fuck, Nik cared about him so fuckin' much and it made Price's heart feel all kinds of warm. "So, what... We, uh, we need safe words and the like?" He flashed a lopsided grin and Nik kissed him on the forehead with a low chuckle.

"Da. We will discuss. Now, get dressed. I wish to get you back to the hotel."

"Yes, sir."

"John..."

"Sorry, couldn't help it."

"If you wish to call me sir in our bedroom, then I would not be opposed."

"Bet you fuckin' wouldn't..."

"I see you are going to be, what to say... a brat." Nik swatted Price's arse before he undid the cuffs from the back of the harness and drew the curtain across.

Price almost felt sad about taking the harness off, savouring the phantom sensation of it on his skin even when he pulled his t-shirt and coat back on. He lingered in the cubicle, squeezing his prick through his jeans with a grimace, and only re-emerged once it had calmed enough to be bloody discreet.

Nik was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He was holding a coil of rope, a leash and what looked to be an anal toy of some kind. "It is remote control," Nik said with a roguish little smirk when he saw Price looking, before jogging up the stairs.

"Bloody 'ell," Price breathed, following behind him.

Nik flashed the plastic and purchased the lot, despite Price fumbling through his coat for his wallet. "This is treat for me," Nik said when Price glared at him, plucking the opaque black bags from the counter.

"'M worried what I've unleashed here," Price replied once Nik had thanked the assistant and they were heading for the door.

"Ah, I believe it is I that have leashed you, no?"

"Ha-fucking-ha, corny bastard."

Nik grabbed John's hand and looked far too proud of himself, his smile so bright and handsome that Price's heart felt light. He didn't let go of Price's hand as they strolled back towards the station, and Price felt his heart swell as he glanced down at their intertwined fingers, his lower lip between his teeth.

Today was a day of firsts: his first visit to a bloody sex shop, and the first time in his life he had ever held a lover's hand, head up, chest out, as he walked down the street. When in London, eh?

[sreppub]

I’m so sorry to harp on the Selkie thing but a friend on a server brought up the idea and I had to share it. Selkie pup Jason in a bat björn. He got tired on patrol so Bruce offered to carry him. Batman refuses to acknowledge it when a rogue or cop brings it up

Little known gotham fact: batman's cape has a little attachment on it so it can be wrapped around a small creature (say. a baby. or a tiny seal.) like this

[a-selkie-abroad]

Vlad really DOES enjoy being mayor (it lets him get petty revenge). x

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Selkie-Human dialogue prompts

• “Hey, wait up! You forgot your blanket!”

• “I can’t believe you don’t know the difference between seals and sea lions.”

• “I’m not going get cursed or something if I just touch it to hand it to you, right?”

• “Please stop crying, the sea is salt enough…”

• “Hear me out, I promise it’ll be worth it: sushi.”

• “I honestly don’t know what else to do, I’ve ‘forgotten’ my pelt at their place three times already!”

• “Oh sorry! Didn’t see you there, I thought I had the beach to myself.”

• “I need a sturdy chest, preferably made out of sandlewood, or something else that’ll keep the moths out. Could you build something like that?”

[0rchidm4ntis]

Son of the Sea

[oblivionsdream]

I think one of Tiernan's selkie sisters should have a swan maiden wife

[florisa6s]

ideas - Selkie Jason Todd

I read a few stories where Jason is a selkie and I just find it hilarious and here are a few small thoughts I had when I was looking through them.

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When Jason goes to attack Tim he enters going into Tims room theb instead of attacking he catches Tim sleeping so he turns into his seal boi self and flops on Tim and when the others come their searching around completely missing the muffled yells of Tim under Jason.

Jason ends up flopping on top of the bats whenever he wants, like if Tim's sleep deprived flop. If Dick is overworking flop. If he's just angry for no reason flop. I fully believe one day the bats slick up the floor get on Jason as he's a seal and slides down the mansion hallway (they hit the wall)

I just love the thought of Jason sneaking around stealing stuff while a seal and when hes caught you just hear yelling and a seal flopping down the hallway with any of the other bats chasing him, I can just imagine him sneakily stealing some food and Alfred catches him.

Jason gets angry because the bats tend to try and pick him up and so far only Cass, Dick and Bruce had been able to pick him up easily.

He also sometimes mess with guests and other heros by just moving around like in the leagues base or around the town just to mess with people.

Basically he's a cute menace.

[selkies-world]

Describing perspective angles & horizon points is a lot harder than thinking of them....

[velvetcloak]

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