#the selkie || jake coolice

[abracaxfuckxyou]

@zenless-star-impact liked for a starter!

Gepard finds what appears to be a small juvenile seal on the outskirts of Belobog. It seems to hop its way over to him and lay on his boot, looking up at him with big, dark, adorable eyes.

[abracaxfuckxyou]

Jake seems super into this improvised metal Christmas concert. He's up on a ladder hanging up some garland. Though he notices Barclay and Joseph walking by. He grins as he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it over the two. "Hey guys, look up!"

Barclay looks up at the mistletoe that the selkie is holding over their heads and sighs, rolling his eyes. Joseph chuckles as Barclay leans down to give him a soft kiss.

Jake motions to Shy to get her attention. Then he points at her, then Indrid, then the mistletoe. "Young man, I can simply kiss my fiance without the mistletoe, you know," Indrid said, not even looking up at him.

"Wait, how did you-"

"Clairvoyance. Remember?"

Unfortunately, Jake was put in charge of the holiday music while everyone was decorating the lodge. He's just sent the entire lobby to Wham-hala.

Aaaand she's aggressively singing along. Death metal WHAM cover, anyone? Because you're getting it.

[aandriskobold]

Also very interested in the title “there are other gifts than silver” :D

I'm very *wails* about this one because griffin put a selkie in the show and i needed to write about it but it needs serious reworking...

the plot follows jake coolice arriving on earth where he chooses form changing jewellery (a snap bracelet. its 2007) from indrid. the form manifests itself as a young human boy and jake is like wow i'm transgender! i didn't know that.

then it's about how his relationships with dani, hollis and keith all develop - they're all trans, but he and dani have access to this magical physical transition method that they can't talk about to the others. this as well as other secrets put a strain on those relationships, and we see how they change and fall apart over the years - and come back together during and after the events of the campaign.

[huitunkuutti]

[Sketchy headshot of Jake Coolice in his sylvain form. He is a harp seal with skiing glasses and a hoodie. There are lights on his face.]

SEAL JAKE SEAL JAKE SEAL JAKE 

[ivywing]

Hollice Selkie!AU- Part Two

At last, the long-awaited second chapter is here! You have no idea how rewritten this chapter is. Explanations and actual Hollice fluff in the next chapter, I promise.

Chapter One

@chelsvans @daughterofsarenrae @some-dragon-bitch

The mist rolling off the sea smells like rain, the thick fog still untouched by any sunlight. Hollis had made their crew leave early this morning, an itch at the back of their mind spurring them on despite complaints of hangover. As for themself, Hollis is surprised at the lack of pain. Maybe it has something to do with that witch, but they won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Keith groans as he sidles up beside them, holding a cold pack to his head. “Slave driver,” he grumbles, nails digging into their shoulder. “There’s no point in leaving early if we can’t even navigate our way there.”

Hollis gives a wry smile. “You’re just upset I listened to that woman over you.”

Keith growls. “Yeah, a witch.” He sways unsteadily, gripping the edge of the ship for balance. “We’re leading our crew into a trap, and if you’d just listen to me-”

Hollis shoots him a look. “Keith, that’s enough. It’s only a few miles from here, according to the map.”

Keith looks like he wants to argue, but after a moment turns away. “Fine. But when we’re in hell, I’m going to hold this over you.”

“Mmm, I’m sure you will.” They take hold of the Helm again, turning the ship two degrees east of their original course to account for the breeze. There’s a low groan as the ship turns, rudder shaking slightly, but Hollis keeps a solid grip on the wheel, and after a few moments the ship adjusts her course.

There’s a sharp whistle, and then Hollis is cursing as one of the ropes snaps, sending a sail collapsing. They thank the gods that it’s just a minor sail, but still- another thing they’ll need to replace once this mission is over with.

Hollis blinks, then, as the rope begins to repair itself, glowing a faint blue. They grab the nearest Hornet and point to the repairing sail. “You see that, right?”

The hornet they grabbed gapes, her fingers twitching like she wants to rush up to it. “That- that’s impossible.” 

“Obviously not,” Hollis snarks, but their tone lacks its usual bite. Even they can barely believe their eyes, but they have to- the sail stiffens under the weight of a new wind as the ship presses on, the mist parting ahead.

Just like on the map, there’s a wide lagoon up ahead, the water a bright blue-green that only seems more vibrant as they get closer. The wind changes, too- instead of salt and rain, it smells like… home. It’s odd, but Hollis is struck by a memory of their mother, curled up in her lap while she ran her fingers through their hair.

The hornet gets a misty look in her eyes. “It’s beautiful.”

Hollis simply nods their assent, slowing the ship as they come in. The wind settles, leaving the ship in the center of the lagoon, gently rocking back and forth.

The crew makes short work, dropping lifeboats to head to the deposits of oysters on the stone ridges jutting up from the water. Hollis themself takes the third boat with a few of the younger sailors, a small knife in their hand to help pry the oysters open, but it turns out they don’t even need to- as soon as the boat hits the rocks, the oysters open their valves, exposing small black pearls.

The youngest on the boat, maybe fifteen or sixteen, gently shakes Hollis’s shoulder. “That doesn’t happen normally, right? I get the feeling that doesn’t normally happen.”

They sigh. “No. But we don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, okay?” They grab a small sack. “Here. Be gentle- they’re giving us free money, essentially, and we don’t want to damage them.”

A few minutes later, the bag is heavy with pearls, and they’ve only harvested from four outcroppings. The other boats seem to be sharing the sentiment, since only Keith’s boat is still left in the water with Hollis’s. Keith waves from across the lagoon, a mad grin on his face.

A small stream of bubbles is the only warning Hollis gets before a round white head pops out of the water. They stumble back in the lifeboat, and the seal tries to climb up into the boat, before the youngest (What’s their name? Maggie? Madison? Something like that) steadies them.

“Rreh!” the seal barks helpfully. It bobs in the water, black eyes focused on Hollis. It flaps one flipper at them, splattering drops of water on Hollis’s boots.

One of the Hornets cooes softly, reaching out a hand only to be stopped by Hollis. “Don’t. That’s a wild animal, it could do a lot of damage if it’s startled.” Hollis frowns, taking in the white pelt speckled with shades of black. “This is an arctic animal. What is it doing so far south?”

“Lrue.” The seal pushes its head towards Hollis’s hand, nuzzling almost with affection. When Hollis tries to pull their hand away, it whines and pushes its face into their palm harder.

Hollis shakes their head. “I’m not giving you any food.” The seal whuffs and splashes a bit, and Hollis frowns. “No. You’re a grown seal, and I’m not your mum.”

“Mmlr.” The seal slips back into the water, swimming a lap around the boat. 

The youngest gives Hollis puppy-dog eyes. “Can we keep it?”

“Keep it? It’s a wild animal.”

“It likes you.”

“That doesn’t matter. Besides, how do you suggest we keep a seal? Plus, it might have diseases, and what would we feed it?”

Still, even as they row back to the ship, the seal follows, dancing around the ship insistently. It isn’t until Hollis begins to haul the rowboat back onto the ship that the seal swims off, leaving a circle of ripples in its wake.

Keith gives off a short whistle as he helps haul Hollis up. “Someone made a friend.”

“Shut up, Keith.” They grunt as their foot slips, and Keith has to haul their ass up. “And don’t start with that. That animal- it’s unnatural, is what it is.”

Keith laughs, leaning over the edge of the ship. “It’s just a seal, Hollis. You’re just paranoid.”

“Oh, so now I’m the paranoid one?” Hollis elbows Keith, sticking their tongue out. “If my memory serves, you said, and I quote, ‘You’re leading us all into a trap’, not an hour ago.”

Keith shrugs. “What can I say? Money changes a man.”

“Changes him enough so that he wants to adopt a seal?”

“I don’t want to keep a seal, I want you to keep a seal.” Keith rolls one of the harvested pearls around between his fingers, examining it. “I love you, boss, but you need something besides piracy to keep you going.” He fixes them with a melancholy stare. “You and I both know this isn’t going to last forever.”

It’s true, no matter how much Hollis wants to deny it. They wouldn’t have attacked the Navy ship a few days back if it wasn’t for their sister ship that had sunk two weeks ago. The security of their career isn’t certain, and the thought unnerves them.

They choose to change the subject rather than thinking about the impending end. “And what part of owning a seal makes you think that will change anything?” They watch as the Hornets portion up the collected pearls, oohing and awing over the beauty of the jewels, and lean over the edge of the ship. “What do you want?” he calls to the seal, who’s treading water directly below them.

The seal cooes and splashes around in the water, clapping its fins together. Hollis rolls their eyes, trying to hide a smile. “Do you want to come up?” The seal gives a hearty bark. “I don’t think you can make it, but by all means, you can try.”

The seal disappears beneath the waves, and Keith groans. “You scared it away!”

Hollis shrugs, turning away from the bow. “It would have happened eventually. Now, let’s get-”

They’re cut off at the sound of a splash. The ship rocks as water is forced against it, a spray of droplets soars over the deck, and at least a few of the Hornets give surprised shrieks or gasps.

The seal from earlier lands about ten feet from Hollis with a loud slap, groaning. Keith bursts into laughter, clutching Hollis’s arm. “By the gods, Hollis! It took you up on your offer!”

“How?” Hollis approaches the seal cautiously, their hands shaking. “That shouldn’t be possible. Nothing short of a whale could breach that high.”

The seal shakes, and for a moment Hollis thinks it’s dying. Then, a gut-twisting squelch comes from the belly of the seal. Its skin splits open-

And from the now-empty sea skin steps a very naked young man.

What.

The man laughs softly, tousling his sun-gold hair. “Sorry for the dramatics, but I couldn’t think of a better way to introduce myself.”

What?!

“My name’s Jake Coolice. I’m your husband.”

WHAT?!?

Apparently, they said that out loud, because the man- Jake winces. “It’s a long story.” He stands, pulling the seal skin around his shoulders. “And, uh- could I get some pants?”

[abracaxfuckxyou]

anthologyoflucas​:

abracaxfuckxyou​:

Honestly, Jake was almost like an excited puppy, perking up when Liam said that. He moved closer to the other and hesitated for a moment. “Um, i-is it okay if I kiss you then?”

Liam smiled softly, a dark blush on his face. “Y-yeah. That’s perfectly fine.” He’d never kissed anyone before, so he was a bit nervous.

His hands came up and gently cupped Liam’s face, pulling him in for the kiss. It was soft and warm and he smiled as he pulled back. “Th-That was my first kiss. I’m happy it got to be you.”

@abracaxfuckxyou continued!

Liam blushes deeply shifting on his feet, “Yeah-” his voice cracked before he coughed and fixed his tone, “i-if you want to.”

[wyrmeleon]

Inktober Day 27: COAT

I avoided doing any fanart for Inktober, but for this prompt I couldn’t help but think of the totally radical Jake Coolice from Taz:Amnesty! I don’t think I’ve ever drawn him before!

@miss-greenper @thesecretbanana15 @mythgirlimagines

[lotorhasabuttcape]

TAZ: Amnesty theory

Since Jake Coolice’s true form is a seal, it stands to reason that the cryptid he is most similar to is a selkie. Selkies look like seals in the water, and once they shed their seal pelts they appear human. Selkies are a creature from Irish folklore, so it is possible that Jake would have features common to Irish people. Because of this, it is not unlikely that Jake Coolice is a ginger. In this essay I will 

[gardenmonotony]

someone suggested a hollice selkie au and i dropped everything to draw this

“sailor breaks a selkie out of their ship’s hold because they feel bad for him, gets thrown overboard for it, gets rescued, wakes up at said selkie’s home, and both of them end up with a terrible crush” is exactly the type of story i’d wanna write if i knew how words work

[abracaxfuckxyou]

destiny-unchained​:

abracaxfuckxyou​:

Keith took a moment to mull over the offer as his hand was batted away. Hollis was busy today with their own agenda while he didn’t have much else to do himself. A smile spread across his face as he looked to the younger male. “Oh yeah? I don’t know if you could handle a trail like that by yourself just yet,” he teased. I suppose I could tag along and make sure you don’t hurt yourself.“

“I’d be way more worried about you getting fucked up though. You’re like super accident prone my dude~!” Jake teased in return. Of course he didn’t want to go alone. Part of the fun was enjoying the excitement with others. And Keith was definitely one of the more skilled Hornets, even with his tendencies towards injury.

“But seriously, thanks for agreeing to come with,” he said, smiling lightly.

@abracaxfuckxyou asked: *punches Keith in the arm (affectionate)*

unprompted asks || always accepting

Brows knitted together as he felt the punch to his arm. Keith opened his mouth to berate the person responsible for it and give them a good punch back, but gave pause when he saw Jake was the culprit. Rolling his eyes, he ruffled the younger male's hair with a half smile. "What are you doing here Coolice?"

[clowniconography]

Hollis: this is my boyfriend keith, and keith’s boyfriend jake, who’s a seal

[abracaxfuckxyou]

@dreamsofalife from X

“Yeah, spring is the worst for me,” he said and then shook his head. “I have this homeopathic thing that you dissolve under your tongue. It’s worked pretty well so far.”

[motherfuckingmagicbrian]

S-selkie??

[gooopy]

Y’all I’m so

Fucking

Pissed that Jake coolice’s transform-y thing wasn’t his coat. Think abt the great, great selfie fics we could do, y’all!! But nooo, it’s gotta be the bracer. I’m gonna pout in this corner :/

[abracaxfuckxyou]

destiny-unchained​:

@abracaxfuckxyou asked: ❝What happened? Did I hit my head?❞ Jake to Keith

Lightheaded/Fainting Starters || Accepting

“Yeah, you whacked it pretty hard when you wiped out. Scared the shit out of me when you didn’t get right back up…” Keith told the younger snowboarder as he looked at the side of Jake’s head. No blood, but it was gonna leave a nasty bump.

His hand reaches up to touch where his helmet had been. It wasn’t on, meaning Keith must have removed it. Still his fingers gingerly touched the spot he’d hit. It was still very tender but the skin was unbroken.

“Ow...” Of course it was going to hurt. He’d hit hard enough to knock himself out. His eyes blinked a couple times, trying to clear the fuzziness in his vision.

[eternalgirlscout]

did griffin at any point specify that jake is a selkie or is he just like that?