A blog devoted to the world of "Little Selkie" where additional headcannons are made, asks are answered, and adoreable/cute videos of marine life is shared! Enjoy!
Hello! centuryberry here! This blog is for "Little Selkie" readers and Harp Seal pup enthusiasts!
Based on skumhuu's Undertale Multiverse AU, Leviathantale, "Little Selkie" was originally written to be a contained story with a set beginning and an end. But, as all stories eventually do, this story and the world has grown beyond what was planned. So, I - along with letsallbecalmchaps - have created a space where we can dabble and expand on the universe!
Worldbuilding and Culture? Check. Unanswered questions? Check. Angsty scenes left out for the sake of the fluff? Check. AUs of "Little Selkie"? Check. Sharing adorable Harp Seal Videos? Check, Check, and Check!
Call me Mod Berry! letsallbeclamchaps goes by Mod Chap. We hope you have fun!
That one scene from Little selkie when Nightmare stops Tenpatch from sinking a ship, and decides to finish the job. This is what I imagined it looking like. I really enjoy your work and I'm having a lot of fun reading Little Selkie.
It's been a while since anyone's sent an ask about Little Selkie! And with fanart too! You captured this scene perfectly - Tenpatch doing his darned best to sink the ship that hurt Pallet Roller, him being forced to leave, the humans cheering, THEN Nightmare coming up and showing the humans just how badly they messed up. Thank you for making this! I'm happy you enjoyed my fic!
I'm devouring everything, and was unable to go to sleep at a timely manner due to arriving at the chapter where Blank gets lost on the sea.
(I read all the Soul one in 4 days)
And after finishing all your Undertale fanfics on Ao3, I'll come back to this mother fucking page and read every single mermay you ever did.
(If you ever write a book please tell me so that I may buy it)
You're just too sweet! It's always heartwarming to hear that people still read and enjoy my older works! Also, the Mermays here are also on AO3, so no need to hunt those snippets down and read them all again!
Aside from being female and brown-haired, I don't have specific qualities that I assign her so the rest is up to the Reader's imagination. (Yeah, not very creative of me.)
Not an ask but just wanted to thank you for getting me into the Leviathantale multiverse and I can't imagine it without your ideas.
Awwww, thank you! I'm so happy that this blog made more people aware of Sku's amazing Leviathantale AU! I hope you continue to enjoy the headcannons and content!
Summary: Blank finds an abandoned laboratory in Antarctica and starts to doubt themself.
“Am I like him?”
Blank stares listlessly at the packet of lab notes in their hands. The contents arenothing short of horrifying and unethical. Not that they’re surprised at this point. They’ve already gone through piles of reports and findings. Most of them are now only fodder for the fire that Blank had started for the sake of getting rid of it all.
“Don’t even consider it,” Percy told them quietly. They reach out and pluck the file from Blank’s hands and chucks it into the fire. “It’s too dumb to even think about.”
“But Perce -
“No. There is no soul as good and kind as you. You’re curious and brilliant, yes, but you would never put that above the well-being of others. You’d never go this far.”
Blank tries to smile, but their expression quickly crumbles when they remember what they read. The discoveries are nothing short of revolutionary. But it was all at the cost of the suffering of so many.
Worse yet, there’s something…familiar about the handwriting even though Blank swore they’ve never read something like this before. It wasn’t until they came across the file titled Project X that things became a little clearer. Cross never spoke much about their past, but he revealed enough for Blank to put the pieces together.
Which meant the scientist behind all of these atrocities was -
Well, Blank never got the name. For some reason, it was redacted on every file by ink splatters. The computers yielded only gibberish when it came to the Doctor’s name. It’s as if he was completely struck from the records and memory of the world.
Not that the text was readable in the first place. Not many people in the world are able to read in Wingdings.
Reading text in Wingding has always came to Blank so easily. It had been a talent that they prided themself for having during their years of study. But now they wonder if it’s actually a trait that they inherited from the nameless scientist with many hands. Skeleton monsters naturally read and spoke in fonts, didn’t they?
What if that isn’t the only trait they inherited from him? What if -
“Hey. Stop it.”
Percy breaks Blank out of their thoughts by grabbing their cheeks.
“I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that just because you share some magic and DNA with this guy makes you just as culpable and evil, right? Well, that’s not how it works. This Dr. Whatever-His-Name-Is isn’t your dad. Your dad is a terrifying and goofy Orca Mer who loves you more than the world.”
“You’re right,” Blank tells their mate helplessly after a beat of silence. “You’re completely right. I shouldn’t be worrying about silly things like this.”
Percy squeezes their hand again. Their matching rings glitter in the firelight. “Good. I’m glad you’re finally seeing sense. Now, let’s finish burning the last of those papers and leave. TK’s waiting for us, you know.”
Blank nods and tosses the files marked Project 13-L00PR and Project FATAL into the fire. Behind them, the lab burns. Hopefully, after the fires go out, the elements would take the rest of the terrible place.
Unbeknownst to Blank and Percy, two somethings within the bowels of the lab stirs and wakes from their long slumber.
Fatal and Blooper (Blueberror) are also in this AU! They managed to survive only because they were frozen to be studied at a later date. The only reason why they managed to survive was because XGaster did things to them to make them resilient. Unfortunately, as a side effect, the pair are…not completely sane.
Fatal is a Yellow Lipped Krait and Blooper is a Yellow Belly Sea Snake. They’re technically more Naga than Mer, but they’re able to survive in the ocean long enough to be considered mers so….honorary mers? The pair are also extremely venomous, not that it would permanently harm Leviathans.
Fatal and Blooper: *exists*
Reaper: Well, I was thinking that I was a few glitchy husbands short.
Summary: A Leviathantale Bitty AU where all mer (including the Leviathans) are bitties.
As a selkie who lived most of his life away from society, the concept of ‘bitties’ had always baffled Geno. Small enough to be pets, but intelligent enough to be more than that. Still, despite their ability to think and feel, many landwalkers treated bitties like novelty toys to use and abuse. Landwalkers were always so strange and cruel with their creations and discoveries. It’s the main reason why selkie-kind was so strict in hiding their true identities.
It just seemed cruel to buy and own another intelligent being for the sake of amusement. The thought left a sour taste in his nonexistent tongue every time he thought it.
Still, despite his reservations against “owning” bitties, Geno could never deny Blank. Especially when they came to him with the saddest look in their eyes and a horribly shaken and traumatized bitty in their favorite plastic bucket that they always carried around. Apparently, despite being an expensive kind of bitty, Cross had been deemed ‘defective’ and was close to being euthanized before Blank pitter-pattered into the store. The shopkeeper, who has a soft-spot for the child, decided to give Cross to Blank as a ‘gift’.
“Bwank luv Cwoss,” Geno’s pup pleaded from the get-go. ‘Oh no, they already named him,’ was Geno’s first coherent thought. “Keep Cwoss, Mama? Pwease?”
Geno crumbled, of course. Between him and Blue, Geno always was weaker when it came to Blank’s watery eyes. It was only by the grace of his friend that Blank didn’t end up being spoiled rotten.
It became very clear that Cross and Blank were inseparable. The Thresher shark bitty completely adored Geno’s pup and became their unofficial protector and full-time playmate. He even joined them in bathtime.
Geno had to admit that he became fond of Cross. Fond enough that he purchased an expensive fish tank for him to stretch his fins and have a space of his own. It was large enough to fit many bitties, so Cross had all the space he needed.
Of course, Blue took this as an invitation to get bitties of his own. Soon enough, Ink and Error came into their lives, making their home louder and more chaotic. But they loved Blue and Blank deeply, so Geno tolerated their bickering and messes.
Then Kelp, bless his kind soul, had the bright idea to start bringing in rescues.
Nightmare, Dream, Horror, Dust, and Killer certainly made things more exciting for Cross. He took to them after his initial weariness. As much as Blank brightened up his life, his new Shiver was exactly what he needed.
When Stretch brought Sans and Papyrus, who were big enough to need tanks of their own, Geno put his foot down. No more bitties.
…Only to make an exception when he met Reaper.
The orca bitty had been stuck in a too-small goldfish bowl in a corner of a pet shop in the mainland. Geno had traveled there for an errand and caught sight of the depressed bitty. His poor fin drooped as he stared through the glass with an empty gaze. Geno bought him then and there and brought him back home.
Now, Reaper is a completely different bitty. He’s energetic and a little dopey, always trying to grab Geno’s attention. He’s touchy too. Whenever Geno comes close Reaper always grabs at his hands for a cuddle.
It’s clear to everyone and Geno that Reaper is completely and utterly besotted.
Geno’s quiet family of three has grown within a blink of an eye and he can’t find it in himself to be annoyed by that.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Reaper sings from the opening of the tank as Geno made his way to the kitchen for some coffee. Shameless as ever, Reaper rattles off his mating song in an effort to woo Geno as he does every morning. At this point, it’s part of the routine. Still, Geno flushes behind his mug at the attention as Killer and Dust snickers amongst the plastic plants at his plight.
Blank wakes up not too long after. Carefully, they move the bitties to a tank settled in a wagon for their daily walk through the town. Today, they’re going to the beach area so the bitties can look at the ocean up close.
“Be careful,” Geno cautions them as he helps them wheel the wagon through the front door, “you know that bitties can’t touch saltwater. It’ll hurt them.” And kill them, but Blank doesn’t need to know that part. “Remember, come back home before lunch.”
“Okie, Mama,” Blank chirps.
“Don’t worry, Gen. We’ll keep an eye on them,” Reaper assures him with a soft look in his eyelights. “It’s only a trip to the beach. What’s the worst thing that can happen?”
And then later, a series of events causes the bitties to somehow wind up in saltwater and turn into full-sized mers, revealing the secret that all aquatic bitties are actually mers turned smol by evil science.
Geno = That one parent who claims they don’t want a pet but ends up doting on the pet
Summary: The nest needs to be perfect, Cross thinks.
Cross obsessively rearranges his nest for the thousandth time. Every time, there’s always something off, something imperfect to the structure and appearance of the pile of seaweed. It has to be perfect.
In the end, Cross gives up and takes a break. He curls around the nest and admires it.
At the center of it all, four perfect eggs sit with precious treasures lying inside. With a leap of joy, Cross watches as his pups wiggle and swim in their sleep. This has to mean that they will be healthy and strong, right? A part of himself preens at the idea of his pups being so prodigious. Another part of himself feels fearful that he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes on them properly after they hatch.
But he has to. He must.
Cross’ little darlings will never have to go through Cross’ torture and lonliness. They will be loved and protected.
Cross tenses when he senses a presence swimming near him and his eggs. He bares his teeth at the intruder, snarling and whipping his tail threateningly.
“There he goes again,” Cross distantly hears someone sigh. It sounds familiar. He feels a brief flutter of fondness in his chest before it’s swallowed by his instinct to protect his eggs from all outside harm. He snarls again.
A deeper voice then rumbles in dissatisfaction. “Hasn’t eaten in days either. Gotta get the food to him.”
“Criss-cross~! Can’t you let us get a little close without biting our heads off? You need to eat!” A loud, annoying voice wheedles. “And maybe let us see the lil’ tykes? We’ve been waiting forever - hey! Don’t hit me when I know you want to see the kiddos too!”
Familiar. Every one of them sounds so familiar. A part of Cross wants to let them close and cuddle with them. But they’re also intruders who might take his eggs and hurt them.
“Let me try.”
…?
Another familiar voice. But also…different? Cross continues to growl as the new presence swims closer. He prepares to lunge at them before he’s stopped by the sight of Blank.
They smile at him. “Hi, Cross.”
Cross then bolts towards them. He completely ignores the cries of alarm from the background as he wrestles his little sibling down so he could properly groom them. No matter how big they are, Blank will always be a pup.
“You know…this is a bit nostalgic,” Blank comments, allowing Cross to fuss over them as he herded them to the nest as if they were a misbehaving pup. “You haven’t hovered over me like this ever since high school.”
When Cross leads them to the nest, they regard the eggs with an expression of awe.
“Oh, Cross. They look beautiful,” they whisper as if anything louder than that would pop the fragile eggs. “Congratulations.”
Eventually, Cross breaks the spell by pushing them near the nest and sitting on them. He needs to protect the pup too, of course. As Blank struggles and whines under him, Cross happily enjoys the food that they brought.
