#cecaelia sans

[spookyflavors]

Sirentale - Chapter 01 (Part 05) Based on the various works by @llamagoddessofficial and @aka-indulgence

(Inspired by Undertale - Toby Fox)

[PART 01] [PART 02] [PART 03] [PART 04] [X] [PART 06 - END]

If you like what I make, please consider sending me a Kofi sometime~

(Sorry for the short update! Work has been so busy ; _ ;)

[coffeedrawingandwriting]

The ninth chapter is finished, we're in the home stretch!

[aka-indulgence]

Thank you Llama for the kofi 🥺 have a squishy octopus man

Kofi

[fluffychubbydragon]

Ya know....

I am always seeing Horror, Red, and Classic (sometimes the reader themselves) trapped in an aquarium, shipped with the reader (or in the reader's case, with the skeletons) and everyone keeps dancing around the ONE cecaelia that I WANT to see in an aquarium shipped with the reader:

Nightmare!

You could write him as a deep sea cecaelia, or that he's somehow stuck in his small form. Like, there is soooo much potential there and NO ONE has done it yet!? I wanna read this! I want a Cecaelia Nightmare x aquarium employee reader where he is absolutely smitten with her! I want this in my life so badly!

(ps, if someone does write this, please tag me in it as a credit for the idea so I can read it)

[leafwateraddict]

Siren reader and sans that I drew in like… 2022? Readers a Cecaelia siren :3

Bonus sketches from the same canvas w yandere siren sans under the cut :)

I can only barely recall this fic but I remember sans being VERY possessive.

[yasuyasudere]

I wrote a one shot based on AKA_Indulgence's fanfiction: The Danger that Lurks Underwater.

It's a dream I had the other night while rereading, and I just had to write it down. So, please go read it if you like cecaelia Sans, AKA_Indulgence works, or Sans in general. I guess.

@aka-indulgence here's my little love drabble for your Sans.

[mostrum]

[Ocean Cider] + 💃

"Azul!" Floyd laughs loudly as he picks up his housewarden and tosses him casually over his shoulder. "C'mon, let's party!"

LET’S GET HOOTIN’ ! -- accepting 

A small cry pierces from the cecaelia's throat as he’s unceremoniously plucked and slung over one’s shoulder. It’s Floyd— It’s always Floyd, the only individual (sans his twin brother, Jade) audacious enough to get a rise out of Azul, incoming maelstrom of heated words and hissy fits be damned. The shorter meman of the two has half a mind to fight back— He does, in fact, with the fists that hammer at Floyd’s back as he tries to leverage himself, tries to give the eel a piece of his mind as he hisses between clenched teeth; “Floyd, put me down this instant!” 

Alas, words never work with Floyd. Azul knows this despite his attempts; barking at a wall yields better productivity than reasoning with Floyd, and yet he still shouts. Azul twists, turning to face the direction that the livewire is headed and his stomach drops.

“You can’t take me there,” Azul states in disbelief, freezing. A hand suddenly grabs Floyd’s cheek, hard, and pulls; “Floyd, you can’t be serious!” 

Attention is being drawn towards the two of them, a byproduct of the housewarden’s outburst. Azul’s tone drops into a whisper, his eyes narrowing: “You know how I am with dancing— And, not to mention, they’re popping out there! Dropping, locking, whipping—!”

He even heard someone say an old man’s bones were cracking on the dance floor! “I will get hurt out there and you certainly don’t want to find yourself responsible for that.”

[fudgernutter]

I feel no shame... MORE OF THE GUYS! I play mostly 3.5 so I'm pulling from that for classes.

1. Legendary Monster & Psionic Multiclass Blue (Cecaelia! Sans)

A big guy. Technically his dump stat is strength but he is big enough that dump stat is still... pretty strong. He can change his colors and annoys surprising people. Loves surface food. His name is Blue because he is from the Deep Blue Sea!

2. Legendary Monster & Warlock Multiclass Serpentes (Lamia!Sans)

A devious and saucy man, he plays underhanded to get what he wants. As a lamia he has some natural abilities, one of them is a control person type effect that he uses to lure in victims foes. He's a little territorial and overprotective but has a kind soul once you get past his scales. He likes that his name is basically snake and is a star system.

3. Bard class Spice (Lusttale Sans)

Oh yeah, bards are horny and over-dramatic? Well he's gonna be the most bard-like bard known to mortal kind... But only on stage. He plays the lute and is normally rather standoffish. Due to his fame he cherishes his alone time and enjoys a good book.

4. Paladin class Noir (Swapfell Sans)

Yes he and Cadet went to the same training school. Yes he is aware its weird that they both got into being a paladin, but he is obviously the better one. Likes to bake and cook and is a bit of a neat freak. Looks like an asshole and is an asshole but genuinely wants the best for people.

5. Barbarian class Red (underfell sans)

He's a bit rough around the edges but he's a sweetheart once you get past his obnoxious flirting and compensating attitude. Loves to eat and drink and generally have a good time. Gets frustrated and flustered when faced with genuine interest.

[dancingbeanart]

This is my boi, Cerulean! He is a Blue Ring Octopus Cecaelia and is 10 feet of skelly and 25 feet of octo! He is the main charecter in my first fic on Ao3, 'Part Of Your World' by: little_clown. He is a Swap Sans Cecaelia and is interested in a certain goopy octo~.

This is how big Nightmare(6') is next to him.

[llamagoddessofficial]

(I think tumblr ate my other ask) Saw your post about adoring massive Sanses, how bout Leviathan/Kraken Sanses? Like, Siren au, but BIGGER.

hHHH I love that. Several massive half octopus kraken boys, large enough to hold Mc in their hands, probably worshipped as Gods by the siren/merfolk despite being little more than the last remaining members of a naturally giant, long-living race of cecaelia.

[spookyflavors]

Sirentale - Chapter 01 (Part 04) Based on the various works by @llamagoddessofficial and @aka-indulgence

(Inspired by Undertale - Toby Fox)

[PART 01] [PART 02] [PART 03] [X] [PART 05] [PART 06 - END]

If you like what I make, please consider sending me a Kofi sometime~

[coffeedrawingandwriting]

Air Bubbles

Crash landing on a foreign planet filled with dangerous creatures could bring anyone to their knees.

Thankfully you have a large friend to keep you company, even if your first meeting was rather… unconventional.

Part 2 to Shallow Breathes

———

The sea was calm today, the soft creaking and groaning of metal resisting water pressure familiar noise as you awoke, stretching from the comfort of your bed.

In the dimness of the corridors, lit only by soft sub lighting and the ocean filtered sunlight through the windows, it was a bit difficult to completely awake, stumbling to the main common area to drink a glass of water and drink a protein pill. The air was slightly too warm for your taste, even if you were only clad in shorts and a T-shirt.

Within moments, wonderful energy broke through the fog, and your eyes focused on the water lock separating your “garage” dock from your living quarters.

You keyed it open, making a quick cup of hot sea tea, gazing grimly at the few remaining packets.

With a heavy sigh, you sat at the edge of the circle cut in the middle of your living room floor. Legs dipped down to enjoy the cool temperature.

For a few moments, you could enjoy relative piece and quiet, sipping your tea.

Your eyes closed, as you lay back against the metal floor.

Something brushed your leg-

And before you could react, something wet and rough wrapped your leg and pulled you out of your home with a smack into the water of the deep, a shriek escaping you as cold water hit you like a punch to your gut.

Your eyes briefly closed, opened in dismay and frustration as you quickly kicked back to the surface, sputtering and coughing, snorting water out of your nose.

“What the HELL Sans!”

You yelled out into the water, then felt the water vibrate with the sound of a deep chuckle.

A shadow came over the windows above your head, as you looked up to see the leviathan curve around your base, tentacles dragging with a screeching noise as his eye lights appeared below your feet as you treaded water.

You took a deep breath and dove back under, swimming down to fully take in the leviathan.

Sans was at least 20 feet long, his thick torso twice your size, as was about everything else. His bones were an oldish white, brown and black shadows highlighting scarred bone. He had a black streak over his eyes like a mask with soft blue speckles echoing those piercing eyes.

Beside his skull and ribs, his body went into a gradient of browns and blacks the further down your eyes traveled. Shoulder plates added armor along with back plating, a crest of blue membrane stretched along his forearms.

Long sweeping tentacles, a soft grey black with darker splotches, and an hypnotizing blend of blues, greens and purples under every single one.

His skull brushed along your back as he delicately nuzzled his way to press his chin into your neck, a soft purr coming from the giant creature.

You kicked back to the surface for air, Sans following as you climbed out to sit down, sopping wet. He lifted himself to rest his skull on your lap, arms circling your hips as he crooned an unknown melody.

“I missed you too,” you said softly, caressing the giant skull. You could never stay too upset with the surprisingly cuddly leviathan.

A pleased hum came from him, as he shifted to press you down upon the metal floor, head resting on your chest, his arms circling you in a protective shell of rough warmth.

“Sans, you can’t breathe up here,” you reminded him softly. It had been an odd thing to learn his name.

It was not long after your first true encounter with the leviathan, when an image, blurry and faint, yet an unmistakable face with two dark sockets, burning eye lights.

Among chirps and keens, and the sudden ringing in your ears, you heard distinct human words:

Want… keep…. safe…

The image blurred slightly. Chirps and clicks, a distorted word that ended in only a monosyllabic phrase.

Sans..

The vision has faded, but that was far from his first attempt to communicate. His vocabulary hadn’t much improved, besides a soft rumble of some sort of impression of your name.

He did so now, grumpily retreating to the water as his eyes regarding you with something you feared to call affection.

His claws reached forward, but you darted out of the way.

“No, you don’t get anymore cuddles. I’m all wet thanks to you.”

His answer caused the floor to vibrate, a displeased hum as he began to rise from the water again.

You gave him a fierce look, standing your ground.

The leviathan blinked, then huffed, retreating back to the water to wait.

A soft smile came over your lips as you hurried back to your room, the swoosh of water telling you the leviathan was following your progress. He hated he didn’t have a way to see into your quarters, but you really didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to see him staring as you slept.

You changed into a wetsuit, pulling on the taut material as you grabbed your flippers and mask.

An excited chirrup greeted you as you hurried back to the living room, putting on your flippers as a pleased melody echoed from below.

You had barely dipped a toe in before he was upon you, twisting and nuzzling around you, whistling and chirruping.

Y/N… pretty… keep… safe..

A soft laugh curled from your throat as you strike out, swimming wit slow kicks further out from your base, not using your portable engine yet.

Sans easily kept pace, humming as he moved beneath you, his claws tracing the curves of your body outlined by the wetsuit.

He whistled, astonishingly similar to a wolf whistle as he admired you.

You pushed his hands away with mock anger, treading water as you scanned a list for the materials you needed.

Once you had determined your needs, your hands easily found Sans’ as you swam along. Air bubbles left a trail behind as he helped tug you along, assisting you in your quest to find materials.

Even if he didn’t know what those were for.

You’d tell him one day…

…

You now enjoyed your watery trips rather than fearing them.

Time and opportunity was given to admire the twisting spirals of kelp and rock structure, nearby leviathans darting away the moment they saw Sans.

Your hand tightened on Sans’ claw as he pulled you down, showing the beauty of his homeworld.

A shame you wouldn’t be here for much longer.

———

Why couldn’t the sea emperor leviathan live!?!

Have some fluff for Mermay, and have a wonderful day!

[aka-indulgence]

I’m back with another episode of “I talked with @llamagoddessofficial​ and now I have to write something” dsfdkglh ok here you goo

also if you have thalassophobia/fear the deep sea especially you should probably not read this, because that’s where this takes place, and there’s a bit of a scary scene where reader’s in danger so beware!

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900m - 2955ft . . .

You watched the computer closely as you make your descent into the deep, empty waters.

You’re a researcher from the Ebott Aquatic Research Institute, and you’re currently aboard a research submersible, and you’re here to observe marine animals up close and personal. The advantage this had over robot-controlled subs was mainly visibility, and that you could react and adapt much faster.

You were excited to be granted the opportunity of something so... monumental, not just in your career, but to actually be here, in the deep sea where so few have ventured.

Now, traveling through the twilight zone... you were still excited. But you were also building with nervous energy, with not much space to move in, surrounded by darkness, and...

You’re alone.

You knew that far before your trip. The sub was designed for one person, after all.

(It had a main front “window”, shaped like a dome that provided a sort of “360 degree view”. The control table sat at the base, with you sat right behind it. It’s sides were metal and had side windows as well.)

But now that you’re here in the deep, far from any other human... from any other living being, seemingly surrounded by nothing but vast, empty waters... it’s quite the experience.

When you went down the continental slope, it looked more like the moon’s surface than anything earthly, not to mention the various creatures that passed by your lights. The bioluminescent creatures especially (you were lucky to come across a giant siphonophore on the way down) made your descent feels like you’re traveling through a portal to another world, unfamiliar to your own.

Surrounded by darkness, the only lights coming from your sub, with only the company being the sounds of the water outside, along with the little beeps the computer would make... it felt lonely, and to be honest, made you a bit nervous.

But you were still thrilled to be here, anyway.

You’ve travelled maybe for a couple of hours down here, and you were closing the distance that marked the transition from to the midnight zone. As you keep descending, you keep seeing less and less creatures. You haven’t any in over an hour by now.

950m - 3120 ft . . .

You watch the marine snow fall, and you’re feeling a bit restless from the inactivity. You’re nearing the end of your journey; after you reach the midnight zone, you’re supposed to maybe stay for 15 minutes before returning to the surface. You hope you’ll see something before having to return.

You’re just starting to wonder if you could place your elbow somewhere on top of the controls without pressing any buttons when you notice something moving around through one of the side windows of the submersible.

You immediately sit up as you lean into the window... two dots of white were floating by in the distance, and from the way it moved you know that’s not marine snow.

It’s... glowing? For a second, you think they must be eyes- only to shake your head on yourself. That can’t be it, can it? It’s probably some fish or other that had lights on its head and tail... who knows, maybe you’ve discovered a new species?

Yeah... that must be it. You try to reason with yourself, even as your heart starts to thump faster, keenly feeling like you’re being watched.

You hear the water burble and swish around you, and it sounds like... something big swimming around you.

You swallow nervously. When you keep staring at the white dots (lights?) you start to feel anxious, but you keep watching anyway. You almost jump in your seat (almost hitting your head) when you start to hear some sort of rumbling(?) coming from the outside. It was low and almost resembled some kind of old engine. Maybe it’s because you’ve been in the quiet for so long, but it felt like the sound shook you.

You try to keep your eyes on the- whatever it is out there, wary of what it actually is. Is it just you, or are those lights getting bigger? Closer? You find yourself leaning a bit away from the window, and watch as they slowly float its way above the sub, out of your view. You turn around and lean to the other window, expecting it to appear on the other side- when you see something out of the corner of your eye.

You gasp when you see a shadow slowly float its way across the lights, still a bit away from your sub. You can’t see the creature’s head, but you see... tendrils? Slowly making its way upwards to the left, before disappearing back into the darkness.

“... fuck,” You say emphatically as your brain provides you with the thought of is that a giant predator? It was attracted by your lights and is trying to figure out what you are. You might be in danger if it decides to attack.

You know it’s not very logical of you to assume that but... better safe than sorry, right?

Your eyes dart to the control panel. You turn off the engine before turning to the light switches. You flick them all off, including the internal lights, and you’re plunged into a world of darkness. 

The constant whirring of the engines shut down, and for a few moments, you only hear the sound of the water swishing around you, that rumbling sound gone.

... and then you heard a sound that resembled an otherworldly shriek(?!) before it returned back to that rumble, but this time, it resembled a growl. Your heart leapt in your chest as you look around for the creature.

You spot the white dots, and it’s definitely closer. Your breaths are shallow as you’re praying to whoever’s listening that it’s going to leave (the behavior of deep sea creatures are largely a mystery, but it looked like a predator stalking you)... widening your eyes when you see it.

A string of light appeared from what seems to be a spine(?) all the way down, and you see that it does have tentacles, dotting across it up until the tips, lighting a very dim blue (if you weren’t surrounded by pitch black darkness, you probably wouldn’t be able to see it) that fades in and out of darkness.

In this poor lighting and your human eyes, you can’t really guess what the creature is aside that it had tentacles, but if you had to guess it’s size... it was about the size of the sub? Bigger?

You don’t know how far it is from you so you don’t know exactly, but from the sounds it makes and the brief shadow you saw earlier, big is probably not far off.

You could only hear the sounds of your own breaths as you wait it out, always watching where the glow was, wondering if its getting closer or if its just the trick of your mind. Your eyes weren’t built for this...

You stare at the feeble light for what feels like hours (though it must’ve been just a few minutes at most) when you realize you can’t see it anymore. You look at the windows, and your eye widens instinctively (you’re not going to get more light by doing that). You strain to see if the creature’s still out there, and you hate how completely helpless you feel because you swear you could see shadows just beyond the window, but you don’t know if you’re actually see something or it’s just your brain trying to make sense of the complete darkness.

Maybe it’s gone...?

You feel your whole body flinch when you see a blink of light nearby, and when you turn you see it’s your depth gauge.

1000 m - 3280 ft . . .

The midnight zone.

The glow of the numbers, resembling a digital clock seems like the brightest thing you’ve ever seen as you lean in to it. You turn your head up towards the main dome-window of the sub...

This time jumping when you see the two definitely lights looking back at you, closer than ever before. It was stationary now, and you realize those ARE eyes when you see a wide, gleeful grin appear just below it.

Suddenly, you see how the creature comes back to light- this time much, much brighter than before. It shoots like lightning, flashing from its spine down to its tentacles- which you realize were completely enveloping your submersible.

It’s suckers made rings of light on the windows and were squirming all over, and you scream when you followed them back to its owner.

It really was a skeleton- ribcage, arms and all. It (he?) almost looks like a human skeleton, except that his skull was much rounder, his jaws were fused, practically all of his bones were thicker than any skeleton model you’ve seen, and his hands were fused to make palm-like shapes.

And they were pressed right onto the window in front of you. 

That clicking, rumbling sound started up again, and this time it actually shook you, coming from his skeletal part. You see how his expression changes into something dreamy as he tilts its skull and his eyelights settle on you. His cry starts to sound lighter, joyfully(?), as if he was happy to see you.

He closes his hand around the window and you see his tentacles (each about as thick as your torso!) waving from somewhere a human pelvis is supposed to be. You look back up to the skeleton when you hear a whine coming from him, a distressed look now taking his face as his fingers curl into fists in front of you and his tentacles look even more restless.

You lean away, into your seat. There’s this look of... want on his face, obsessively looking at you. Your heart sinks into your stomach when his face turns into something dark... angry... another frustrated cry coming out of him when he looks around you, and he tries to sink his fingers into the window.

You’re confused as to what he’s doing when you hear the metal around you groan under a pressure- a pressure he’s applying.

This sub was made to withstand extreme pressures, and he was able to to put it under stress.

And it looks like he’s trying to crack it open like an egg.

Adrenaline pumps through you and you throw your hands onto the control panel- if he can do that, now you’re in real danger! - and you turn the engine and lights back to life and take the lever for stirring the submersible, pulling it as hard as you can backwards.

You hear the engine rev and eventually whirring that sounds more like a drill than it does a propeller, and the sub starts to move back as the creature’s tentacles slip away from the windows.

The skeleton(-deep sea octopus?)’s sockets widen and a scowl appears on his face as it’s tentacles snap towards you, catching you back in its slimy hold- and in horror, you watch and feel as he tugs your whole sub towards him. This time you could see the muscles becoming taught all around you, his tentacles glowing almost angrily as he redoubles his efforts to crush your sub. He was snarling now, eyelights mere pinpricks, baring his teeth at you (or the sub?), the joints of his phalanges raised as he tries to break inside.

An alarm surprised another cry out of you, the warning symbol flashing on your computer’s screen. You didn’t have to read it to know what was happening- there was a dangerous amount of pressure around your vessel, and you have to do something.

Panic takes over you as the lights flash and you hear the metal groan and squeak even more, and even with the engine at full power, you can’t escape the monster’s clutches.

You turn into a ball, your vision blurring (with tears?).

Is this where I’m going to die? You sob. At least I got to do something I’ve always wanted to do... You laugh almost hysterically, hugging your knees, covering your head. You start to cry, sobbing and sniffling as the lights blink around you again.

It’s the end...

...

......

...........

... The sound stopped.

You sniffle for a little longer, your eyes feel dry from the sudden burst of tears, and then you dare yourself to look out from your arms.

... the creature is still in front of you, but he looks significantly calmer. His entire body looks like its gone lax, and there was this look of... surprise? On his face. His sockets were wide but so were his eyelights, and his fingers don’t look like they’re clawing at your window any longer. He locks eyes with you, and you feel like he’s looking deep inside you, and you can’t look away.

... slowly... he blinks, and his sockets are relaxed now. He’s not smiling, his teeth neutral, and you wonder what he’s doing now when you hear a sort of shhk noise coming from all around you. You realize he’s released his tentacles from the submersible, and is now floating in the middle of your lights.

He gives you one last look before he twists, and almost in the blink of an eye, he’s returned into the darkness, his bioluminescent lights becoming dim until you can’t see it anymore.

Your heart is still hammering in your chest, and at the back of your mind you note that panting and gasping like this probably isn’t doing your oxygen supply wonders.

The alarm is still sounding, and you see its warning you about minor damages to the sub and dwindling air supply. Thankfully, you still had quite the surplus for going back to the surface.

Considering the... events that just transpired, you decide its best to cut the trip short and return to the surface.

You think it might be the fastest ascent you’ve ever made.

----

You return to the surface without any further excitement, and your crew is surprised from how fast you returned to the surface. Thankfully, no one blames you for the short journey when they see the apparent dents in the submersible. You walk off the mothership and onto the dock tired, and you tell the others that you think you’ll be taking a break from using the sub for a while. You don’t want to look like a complete coward in front of them, and you hope you’ll be able to go again... so you tell them you’ll go again sometime, just not in the near future.

... it’s probably for the best, anyway.

You had no way of knowing, but a shadow had been following you through your whole trip back to the surface.

He’s never been to the surface before, and the world he sees is just as alien to him as his world was to you.

But he didn’t pay attention to that.

He stayed underwater, but he got a view of you, walking back off the dock, beautiful, lovely...

He hopes it won’t be the last of his encounters with you.

[exrissiuniverse]

cw unhealthy relationship

lookin mad sus rn bro

for explanation on the size difference, in this universe, the female octopi are larger than the males.

[danceingbean]

Finally finished the octo-twins from @kimberlylikescherries ‘88′s Bizarre Adventures’ on AO3 and the ‘Lets Get Fishy’ made with @bookwyrmfinallygotanaccount on AO3. Almost done with the manta ray sans so hopefully he gets posted soon ^w^ 

was gonna use my old cecaelia bitty character sheet but realized i had gotten way better at drawing bones so i remade it, the tentacles are still the same tho. Posting with a (hopefully) transparent image too so others can color the octo-twins if they want : )

[leafwateraddict]

Ohh!! I’m interested in the “Bitty Blue ringed fic”, tell me more 👀

I’ll be honest I’m totally stumped with this fic lol

But the basic premise was that y/n picked up a bitty cecaelia sans whos octopus half is a blue ringed octopus (like an idiot). And somehow didn’t die because they just kept going on about how pretty and cute he was and he felt surprisingly safe in their hands. (So he didn’t end up poisoning them out of fear) Hes tiny but deadly and causes all kinds of chaos.

Only problem was a language barrier- because i wanted sans to not be able to speak the same language? So I had the idea for y/n to be a mermaid that was raised by a siren, but i figured that they’d be too well informed to pick him up then.