#sand seal plush

[hyrulianphotography]

[sweetdreamer215]

Sand Seal - BOTW Crochet

So I just posted a blanket for my friend in the air force and the stuffed cat I made for my baby cousin. In that post I spoke about how I made a sand seal for her from BOTW (this was last years birthday gift mind you) and how it is huge. All the gifts I've given my baby cousin so far have been about 1.5 ft to 2 ft tall at the minimum. So this cat being tiny is really off putting for me. I have photos of the sandseal without my baby cousin or people in it. Instead I have my parent's dog in it for size! I made 2 of them, one went to my baby cousin and the other went to my friend's baby. She was thrilled (please read sarcastically as it was huge and she was like oh god no, her son though was actually thrilled, he loves to jump on it). Blue one is my friend son's and the purple and red one is my baby cousin's. Was house sitting when I made these/took these photos.

[it-is-the-female-federal]

[charzmander]

I love himb.

[mothymoon]

Got a sand seal plush on Etsy :)

+ review I left & link

https://www.etsy.com/listing/510361380/sand-seal-plush

[p0stalguy]

Yayyy!!!!

(Apologies for the mess on the second shelf this is in fact a hand me down)

[yikessmicah]

@deeva-drag hey look at this *shoots myself in the head with a bazooka*

“I miss her”

[jinwoosbabyboo]

The First Meet Self-Aware!Rafayel

Waking up next to Rafayel has to be a dream come true. Or perhaps a beautiful nightmare. It is a dream right? ..... Right? pt. 1 here

Self-Aware!Rafayel who throws a fit whenever you shower and won’t leave the app open “Why do you hate me?” “Raf can I please shower in peace?” “I like water too” “Well then shower while I shower” He wants to take you swimming in the Sea with him so bad he constantly brings it up in any conversation about water Self-Aware!Rafayel who tells you stories of Lemuria as you lay in bed after your, as you called it, eveything shower. “Would you kiss me so I could breathe underwater?” “Of Course”

The sound of his soothing voice helped you fall into a deep slumber. You dreamt of white sandy beaches at dawn. The dream was so vivid you could practically feel the sand between your toes. “Let’s go for a swim” Rafayel appeared at your side seemingly out of thin air. A swim sounded nice so you agreed almost instantly “Sure why not” just as you turned back to run towards the water there was no more sandy beach just jagged edged cliffs and a hundred foot drop. Your heart damn near stalled as you scrambled backwards to keep from going over the edge.

You bumped into Rafayel as you were backing away from the edge. He clasped your shoulders and squeezed gently “Don’t be scared. Jump” Rafayel looked down at you with a warm smile. Did he really think you were going to jump off this cliff? Dream or not you weren’t doing it. “Hell no I-” Your lips sealed shut muffling the rest of your sentence. You felt to see if your mouth was still there and it was you just couldn’t get it to move. “Don’t worry” Rafayels' voice was so calm as he moved you closer to the edge. You almost felt at ease with the idea of going over the edge

Please don’t do this your words rang only in your head as he shoved you over the edge. Time seemed to slow as you plummeted to the watery depths below.

You woke up right as you broke the surface of the water. The stars above you twinkled and danced as you tried to catch your breath.

Wait. The stars? Why is there a glass ceiling?

The room was dark lit by only the moon that hung overhead. It took you a minute to collect your bearings. You could tell that this plush blanket was not yours. Along with the sheets that were as smooth as silk and were quite literally the softest sheets you’d ever felt. Part of you of wanted to snuggle deeper into the bed, but you froze in fear as you felt someone shifting next to you. You held your breath as the person slung an arm over your waist and pulled you closer. “Are you okay?”

That voice.

You see the faint silhouette of an arm wave and the room is lit by candlelight giving the room a soft warm glow. Rafayel sits up leaning over you to see if you are okay. “Do humans always freeze like this?” Your mouth falls open in shock; this has to be a dream right? With a shaky hand you reach up and try to poke Rafayel in the cheek but accidentally end up shoving your finger into his mouth. “Aurgh! What the fuck?” He reeled back immediately coughing from your sudden attack.

“Oh my gosh you’re real” you manage to scramble backwards only to fall off of his bed in the process knocking your head on a chair. Stars burst in front of your eyes right before going black.

A few hours later….

Sunlight woke you from your concussion induced slumber. That same glass ceiling still hung above you except this time there were clear blue skies. You tried to sit up which only made your head pound “Ow!” You grimaced.

“Are you thawed out now?” You turned to see Rafayel still laying in bed next to you. Your fight or flight wanted to kick in, but your head was hurting too bad to even care at this point. “How are you laying next to me right now? And why did you push me off a cliff?” Rafayel reached up to rub your head and you stiffened under his touch. “The sea granted me a wish unfortunately I don't control how the wish is granted” You stared at him dumbfounded. "So the sea in your world used the sea in mine to bring me here?" Rafayel simply shrugged "Im just glad I can finally go for a swim with you like we talked about"

“Raf I can't stay here" His face fell as you moved his hand away from your head. "What about your binding vow? Am I stuck here? Can I go home? And where are your clothes?” You ripped the blankets up and saw that he was wearing shorts. "Okay forget the last question" You laid back as your rapid fire of questions only made your head hurt more. Rafayel propped himself up on one elbow and leaned over you again. “To answer your first question cutie we haven’t made one yet” You rolled your eyes “Im talking about the love of your life Rafayel”

“I’m looking at her” He looks down at you with the softest expression causing butterflies in your stomach. “I thought I was the one who hit their head” You turn your head away from his intense stare. Thats when you felt his lips on your temple; you wanted to flinch away, but you found yourself relaxing into it. Rafayel gently turned your head towards him “Im serious” his voice was raspy as his breath tickled your lips. You seemed to stop breathing all together. “I really want to kiss you right now” he whispered inching closer to you.

“Do it”

His kiss was just as breathtaking as you imagined it would be. Almost intoxicating. He slid a hand under your head, gently cradling it as he deepened the kiss. You felt his other hand slide up the side of your waist and that's when you stopped him. You shot out a hand to grab his wrist “No No we need to talk”

He groaned and fell back on his pillow “Are you sure you don’t just want to make out?” He peaked at you hoping for a yes. “I’m literally in a game right now Raf of course I have questions”

[katasukiarts]

Sand Seal Seriously!

Who else saw Riju plush sand seals and wanted.. no more like needed one well I made one! He's the best little guy tm

[cheriipetal]

ᯓ★ Chp. 1 | Big feelings, Small words

Sypnosis .𖥔 ݁ You moving into your new house was great until someone had to hurt your beloved best friend

── .✦ wc: 2582 | afab! Reader

── .✦ F/A = Favorite Animal

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Moving from Kyoto to Kanagawa Prefecture, was an abrupt choice on your parent's end. You were used to the more cultural environment with the mix of urban and rural areas that you were more well-adjusted to in Kyoto.

Kanagawa Prefecture had this more modern and urban vibe to it, it felt strange yet exciting for you. You saw from the windows the tall buildings, the hums of the cars, and the absence of the temples from Kyoto.

The place that you moved into was nice; you notice flowers displayed on the porch, and you bend down to feel its soft texture— as well to get a good look at their vibrant colors.

Your tiny finger itching to pluck a petal, you felt a gentle hand touch your left shoulder, recognizing your mother's shadowy figure on the flower pot.

"Why don't you see your new room?" She says to you, the thoughts of plucking the petals of the flower disappearing with a new task. You then brushed your hand onto your dress before walking to your new room.

Your mother pointed to the stairs to where your room was supposedly to be; the stairs creaked one by one, lowering you; your feet stumbled, but you caught yourself in the last second, saving yourself from planting your face onto the ground.

You then walk towards the hall, catching a glimpse of an open room which had the walls in your favorite color. There were boxes on the ground, but there was a tiny plush arm sticking out from the tiny crack in the box. It was your F/A plushie!

"Ms. Moe! You're in there," you whispered to yourself excitedly. You grabbed the arm and tugged it, but it didn't budge. Frowning, you planted your feet firmly onto the ground for more leverage and pulled harder—still nothing.

Your eyes squint as you see the tape sealing the box. Determined, you tried to peel it with your fingers, but it stayed put. Your frustration grew and you grabbed the box and tried to tear it. Unknown to you, your mother was conveniently at the room that your room was above, hearing your frustration, stomping and tugging. She grew more concerned and went to the source, seeing you trying to tear it open. She swooped in and set you aside.

"Y/N-chan, we'll unpack your toys later. In the meantime, why don't you go to Daddy and explore outside?" Your mother said softly, her hand gently brushing the strands of your hair; you shot one last longing look at your trapped plushie in the box before going back downstairs.

You begrudgingly left your room with a frown tugging at your lips, forcing yourself to go outside. "Why the long face?" You hear your father say. You told him what your mother said, and you felt his warmth as he picked you up. Whilst in your father’s arms as he walked, you saw seagulls flying in the air, your eyes sparkled with admiration, then felt the smell of the ocean and sand, and you saw the beach at the horizon.

"Dad! Can we go there? Please?" You pleaded, and your dad just chuckled at your tactic of convincing him. "I don't know... what if the crabs are waiting to pinch your toes?" He said, teasingly grinning as you gasped in horror. "But you'll protect me!" You said with confidence.

"Yes, I'll always protect you," he replied.

Your eyes lit up seeing the amazing view from your father's arms. You almost leaped forward, but his grip prevented you from doing so. He chuckled, "Is my little Y/N enjoying our new home?" You nodded eagerly in response.

He sets you down, your tiny feet hitting the ground. He grabs his phone from his pocket and squats down. He aimed the camera lens towards you. "Smile, sweetie!" Your lips curled to a small smile, and your hands formed a peace sign.

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Every time your parents marked the calendar, your stomach tightened. 'First School Day' loomed closer, and it wasn’t something you were excited about. It meant starting over—new enviroment, new faces, and unwanted interactions.

While playing on the porch, you played with Ms. Moe in your other toys, playing house with them and having a glass of milk on the side. A car catches your attention as it parks the house right in front of you. You saw two boys your age come out of the car; the one with reddish-brown hair went to the house first.

The younger boy kicked his soccer ball into a mini-net but sent it flying instead. It ricocheted off his house and straight into yours... It then hits Ms. Moe, and she flies, hitting your glass of milk; the milk splatters across the floor and soaks Ms. Moe in the process.

Your chest tightened in worry as you saw Ms. Moe tumbled to the ground. You only took a few steps forward to reach her, you held your plush toy gently, but your grip tightened as you saw the boy grab the ball and leave a mess—without any words of apology.

You rushed inside and you began cleaning Ms. Moe. "He didn't even say sorry to you, MoeMoe-chan. I'm gonna pop his ball and see how he likes it." You pat Ms. Moe on her head as you wipe off the milk that soaked her soft fur.

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You always heard the sound of the soccer ball thuds across from the street, but that sound just reminded you of the moments before Ms. Moe got drenched in milk. You hear them play at a certain time, noticing how they are a bit obsessed with soccer, and some days you see them wearing jerseys.

Yet you couldn't help but watch them afar from your window. Your mother would always say that you should hang out with them, but you still held a grudge towards the younger one, so you just said no every time she brought it up.

Four days left until school eventually started, and you were dragged to a tailor shop. The tailor measured your arms and legs, adjusting your uniform. You shuffled impatiently, eyes darting to the exit. Ice cream and TV were waiting, and you had enough of this.

When it was over, you hurriedly went to the car but realized your dad was still behind at the entrance of the tailor shop "You know kids your age love to go outside, but just want to be cooped up in your room," he chuckled as he opened the car with his key.

"Yeah, until a white van shows up with candy or a car runs them over—like in the movies," you shuddered, going inside the car with the help of your dad; he tucked you tightly into the car seat.

"You aren't wrong," he said, remaining quiet for a moment, taken aback at how you just said that given your age, "—but I still want you to explore and enjoy your time; you're still young and frowing after all. And maybe we should cut back on movie nights." He advised, flashing a smile, which you couldn't help but smile back at him.

You just nodded in response, even though you did not fully agree with what he said; he did have a point, you guessed. Your eyes looked out the window.

In the distance, a soccer field came into view. Bordered by trees and a rusty chain fence. Kids scattered on the grass, their jerseys darting back and forth. Cheers could be heard as the car got closer.

Your eyes lingered on the field beyond the chain fence. Two players stood out; their movements were sharp and precise, more skilled than the rest. Their kicks were strong and accurate. One of them scored a goal and followed the cheers and applause. The way they moved seemed familiar until you realized it was—

"Those two are our neighbors, the ones that keep playing soccer in their front yard," he tapped his steering wheel. "I heard from the neighbors they were prodigies."

Your dad sounded impressed by them; all you felt was a bitter taste in your mouth. It didn't matter if they were prodigies or not—especially to that boy who didn't apologize. 'Prodigies,' your dad called them. To you, one of them was just a boy who ruined your only friend.

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That day finally arrived—your first day of school. You were standing outside the porch with your elementary uniform clutching your F/C bag. Your parents were practically bursting with excitement, snapping photo after photo as you were concerned about their doting gaze; they were far more thrilled than you felt.

When you stepped inside the school, an unfamiliar sight stood before you. Your heart pounded, and you clutched the fabric of your mother's dress tighter with every step you took. The thought of her driving without you made your chest tighten. Wanting her to stay.

Sensing your nervousness, she kneeled to your level, soft hands placed on your shoulders. Her warm smile—so familiar and reassuring—calmed you making you focus on her words instead of your nervousness

"I know it's scary, but you're going to do amazing. Be friendly and make lots of friends, okay?" She kissed your forehead lightly, her soft voice full of encouragement.

"All right," you say with a wobbly smile. You didn't care about making friends; all you cared about was to make her proud.

Kids around you clung to their parents, some crying loudly as if the separation was unbearable. You can't blame them—you, too, felt your own eyes watering at the thought of your mom leaving. Worse, Ms. Moe was still drying; you couldn't even have her comfort.

A woman approached with the tag reading "Mrs. Yuka." Her friendly smile didn't ease your nerves like how your mother's smile did. "Hi, Y/N! Let's find you a seat, shall we?" She said brightly.

Before you could protest, your mother pried your hands from her dress. "Sorry, sweetie," she murmured, her voice heavy with guilt. "But mommy has to leave now," she kissed your forehead the one last time, her hands lingering for a moment as if she didn't want to leave you behind.

You let out a sniffle, trying to will tears your eyes to appear to make her stay but she only smiled with a somber expression. With a soft final "I love you," she headed through the door, leaving you alone.

A defeated sigh left your lips as you looked around the room, your eyes focused on a particular person. You can recognize those long, gorgeous bottom eyelashes and turquoise eyes anywhere.

He sat a few seats away from you; his dark green hair was messy, falling into his eyes as he doodled on his desk. When his eyes looked up and your eyes met briefly. His gaze darted almost instantly, as though he had been caught. You frowned.

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The entire time, you glared at him, not even paying attention to what the teacher said. Your frustration is boiling like a pot that was about to overflow. The way he kept ignoring you only made it worse. Your parents always said to face your problems, so you decided to use their advice.

You hear the chime of the bell signaled at the end of the class and the beginning of your confrontation. You see your target, who was still avoiding your gaze, and you could see him slowly inching his seat away from you as you walked towards him.

"Eyelash boy! You—you need to say sorry to Ms. Moe!" You said to him, determined but still a bit nervous. Other kids seemed to be overly curious about what was going on.

He finally looked at you, his brows furrowed, his tone slightly flat. "Who's that? And what are you talking about?" he said, fidgeting with his pen.

You saw his expression; you know well that he knew clearly what you were talking about. "You heard me! You hurt Ms. Moe! I want a sorry now." You exclaimed, determined to have justice for your dear friend.

"It's just a doll," he said dismissively, his gaze averting at some moments. That word alone made your eye twitch. You were already planning to pop his soccer ball in revenge.

"Ms. Moe isn't just a doll, she's the bestest friend ever!"

"You should've picked her up and dodged the ball. Work on your dodging skills next time," he said with indifference. Now he was admitting that he knew what you were talking about.

"Like how you should work on your aim?" You jabbed at him. Still annoyed at how he seemed so stubborn.

"At least I can kick a goal! Do you even know how to kick a ball right!?"

"Oh, so your goal was my house? Didn't know my house is a soccer net now."

The other kids seemed to laugh at your words, which grew his embarrassment more.

You saw the annoyance growing on his face. He got up from his seat and left. Serves him right; he couldn't even manage a simple apology. Though that look on his face kind of made you feel a little bad for him. Still, justice had to be served.

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It was the day after that confrontation. School wasn't so bad; you chatted with the other girls, and they were super nice to you, helping you with stuff you didn't understand talked about your favorite shows with them and played with toys with them, you didn't felt lonely; maybe having friends wasn't as bad as you thought.

You saw Eyelash Boy enter the room, holding something in his hands. You thought it was a soccer ball already plaughting on how to pop it, but to your surprise it was a toy car, accessories, and another plushie—which was an owl. He stopped walking for a moment, eyeing you as if testing the waters, he slowly inches towards you to which he placed the toys on your desk quickly, as if it were finishing a chore.

A small pout was plastered on his face. Clearly embarassed. "It wasn't on purpose... okay? I didn't mean to—I just guess that your doll is like my soccer ball. Important or whatever."

You stared at the toys; your frustration turned to surprise. He actually apologized somewhat, though you were a bit hesitant not knowing if this was sincere or not but it felt heartfelt. You glanced up at him, your lips curving into a small smile, and your eyes sparkled with gratitude; his eyes widened a bit by your gratefulness. He just frowns a bit before turning to the direction of his seat.

As he walked back to his seat, you couldn't help but smile more looking at Ms. Moe's new car, house, and a new owl friend.

Maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought. He just really needed to work on his apologies.

Author's note: making this to a multi-chapter series! Hope that my blue lock phase isn't gonna end until i finish this fic.

[thedailyseal]

The seals have made their choice!

Something that always baffles me, is that outside of New Zealand and Australia, getting a meat pie from the bakery is just not a thing? Americans especially seem to find the concept of a meat (savory) pie confusing. It is just so quintessential to the Kiwi culture, we even have the Supreme Pie Awards, awards which line the walls of some of the best bakeries country wide. But what would be the most popular savory pie beyond just NZ and Aussie? Please pick a pie and leave your nationality in the tags

[moonteaa]

Teba found family headcanon anyone?

I feel Teba is the type of guy who will literally take care of something with his life if it means a lot of someone.

Examples:

If Riju leaves one her beloved sand seal plushies in his care? He is going to protect that plush with his life. No one is getting that plush away from him, he’s taking his job very SEALIOUSLY and will be seen holding it or having it everywhere he goes until riju takes it back.

If Zelda makes him a silent princess flower crown and places it on his head? He will stoically allow it and will keep it safe at all costs. Touch it and you die.

And to add to that? With silent princesses being an endangered species of flowers and being Zelda’s favorite? I personally believe Teba would be aware of any silent princesses he comes across and makes sure they’re okay. He would probably silently stare daggers at anyone that steps on it or is too careless around the flowers. You’ll probably take an arrow to the head too.

A good bird dad. 🤍🪶

[speedyartist30]

In your arms

So apparently Botw anniversary was yesterday so happy anniversary to my fav game✨ This art was done two days ago but I held it back to write a story for it✨ Enjoy!

It was a peaceful evening in Faron, the end of a long yet nice day begun to wind down. However, after spending the majority day out running errands, letting Lucas explore the beauties of the woods and playing at beach it was time to settle down.

In the kitchen, Jay chopped up some veggies before settling them over the pan to cook. The aroma of a home cooked meal wafts through the minka and in the background a small voice of his son is heard. Along with his laughter the sound of pattering feet hurrying up and down the hallway let Jay know Lucas was letting his imagination run wild.

“Kids got a lot of energy.” Jay smiled and began to plate the food.

Cleaning his hands, Jay stepped into the living room to see Lucas running around in one of his Haori Jackets. It was way too big and looked more like a robe on the four year old, who seemed to be in the middle of a big battle with his sand seal plush. 

“Still fighting the bad guys kiddo?” Jay chuckled and crouched on his level.

Lucas nodded, his brown curls bouncing. “Yeah, I’m keeping our home safe. Like you!” He squeaked and waved his sleeved covered hands.

“I see. Sounds like alot of work for such a young warrior. You ready to eat or is your mission not complete?”

A faint growl came from Lucas stomach and his little face became a red as a ruby Laughing softly, Jay helped Lucas out the jacket,” Don’t worry even the strongest warriors get hungry. I made Katsudon.”

Standing up, Jay led Lucas to the low table to sit,”You want juice or milk?” He asked while walking back to the kitchen 

“Hmmm…Juice.” He hummed and climbed into his seat.

“Ok, sit tight.” Jay plated the food and got Lucas his juice that he made earlier this morning. His tail flicked and his eyes landed on the window.

“Looks like a possible storm.” He mumbled to himself. Gathering everything he needed Jay returned back to the living room and passed Lucas his cup and bowl. “Enjoy kiddo.”

Ready to eat, Lucas took the bowl with a quiet thank you and picked up his fork. He hummed with happiness at the pork cutlet crispness. Across from him, Jay picked up his chopsticks and ate quietly with his tail tucked behind his chair.

Sipping his juice Lucas asked,”Are we going to the Zoras house tomorrow?”

“Yeah we are going to Zoras domain. They need a little help with lizalof clean up.”

“The sparky ones?” Lucas asked with a small frown,” I don’t like them…their scary. Do you have to?”

Jay looked up at Lucas anxious expression,”Yeah, but I’ll be ok. I’m not fighting by myself this time.” Wiping his mouth he adds,” And Hyrule is the safest it’s ever been and nothing is gonna stop me coming back to you, okay?”

Smiling he promises,”When I come back we can go swimming with Ms Mipha and Sidon. It’ll be like last time we visited.”

Hearing that from his papa eased some of his worry, but Lucas was a anxious kid at heart. Seeing this Jay reached and placed his hand on Lucas head. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” He said softly 

Lucas rubbed his nose and ducked his head.“O-Ok papa.” He said shakily before a single tear fell. He quickly scrubbed his face with his sleeves 

Pulling his hand away, Jay stood up and walked around the table and sat beside him. Lucas face slowly grew pink as he tried holding his emotions back. His small hands gripping at his chest.

Jay wasn’t upset with him, he wasn’t frustrated at the tears and he wasn’t going to tell Lucas to stop crying. Jay understood the anxiety Lucas feels. To him fighting was something small, he grew up with it and lived with it for years. For Lucas fighting meant violence,danger, pain and fear. Despite how young he was Lucas knew the real dangers in the world because that was all he was exposed to and he had every right to feel upset.

Wiping Lucas face with his own sleeves, Jay pulled him into a hug,”Your emotions feelin a little too big?” He asked gently while rubbing Lucas back to hopefully calm the boys anxious tremors.

When his son nodded his head Jay shifted his hold and brushed some curls off Lucas face,”Ok, let’s get them out. First we’ll take a deep breath together and blow them out okay?”

“O-Ok.” Lucas hiccuped and grabbed Jays hand. Following Jays lead the two went through a series of breathing exercises. Rain began falling outside causing a steady rhythm above them. Feeling calmer, Lucas hugged him.

“Better kiddo?” Jay smiled 

“Mhm…ok now.” Lucas mumbled into his chest. Shaking his head Jay scooped him up and sat him in his chair,”Good, now let’s hurry up and finish dinner before it gets cold.”

Giving Lucas a small pat on the back, Jay settled back in his seat and they both finished the rest of their meal. Afterwards Jay gave Lucas a bath to wash the days grime away, mainly sand that was still in his hair from the beach. Once he was cleaned and dry, Jay got him dressed and let him run off to play while he cleaned up the kitchen.

When he was wiping down the counter tops thunder rumbled outside. Frowning he peeked out the window when hurried footsteps came behind him and small arms wrapped around his leg. Lucas looked at him wide eyed and breathing quickly, he was scared.

“Hey, hey it’s ok. The weather’s just a little rough.” Jay picked him up,”Is it the noise?”

Before he got a response thunder sounded again and Lucas immediately covered his ears and curled into his chest.” I got you, Lucas. Let’s get your ear plugs.”

Moving down the hall Jay went to a small chest on the dresser. Moving some of his earrings out the way he takes out a small burgundy pouch. 

“Thank you, Purah.” He mumbled as he got the pouch open and took out the earplugs. Moving Lucas hands away he slips them into his ears and Lucas relaxed in his hold.

“See all good.“ Jay ruffled his hair and set Lucas down, he watched Lucas pad over to his futon to grab a small wood box. Holding up the box Lucas asked,”Can I have some paper? I wanna color.”

“Yea, hold on.” Jay said while moving some maps aside to give Lucas a few sheets. The boy had perked up at the small stack and walked out with Jay and claimed a spot on the living room floor. Seeing Lucas was occupied Jay finished cleaning and washing dishes before returning back to the living room. 

The storm that visted them wasn’t long and took the thunder away,but the rain still stayed behind. Sliding the door open, Jay was instantly met a nice breeze and the calming scent of fresh rain. Taking a breath Jay sat on his cushion by the window to watch the rain fall from the thick clouds passing by. 

The atmosphere had made Lucas feel drowsy as his focus on his drawings began to fade. Rubbing his eyes, Lucas grabbed his blanket and toddled over to his papa without a word and climbed into his lap. Jay wrapped his arms around him and leaned back, his tail flicked lazily beside him. His green eyes drifted to the drawings Lucas left on the floor.

The faint sunlight shined over them, Jays eyes softened seeing Lucas had drew them together. He looked down to see Lucas eyes drooping shut as he snuggled closer. Kissing his son head,Jay closed his eyes and let the sound of the rain carry him away.

[nagasriel]

Me when another Gerudo

Soldier in the guard 

She's anxious and so is keeping her sand seal plush on her for comfort

She sometimes messes up stuff accidentally so some guards started to call her Raven for bad luck, in the end she kept the name 

[bookishzelda]

Whumpril Day 24: Sensory Overload

Today's one-shot features Lady Makeela Riju!

Whumpril Day 24: Sensory Overload

BotW Riju

It was hot… so hot, even for the usual Gerudo Desert climate. As she sat on her throne, Riju kept feeling annoying beads of sweat roll slowly down her back, making her twitch and rub against the back of the throne. The temperatures had to be setting records.

And to make matters worse, it had been a very busy day for her. The throne room was absolutely bustling with Gerudo and travelers alike, all needing something from her. The large number of bodies in the room just amplified the heat, which, combined with the roar of everyone’s voices, gave her a feeling like she was suffocating. There were so many things happening at once, and her headpiece was weighing down on her, and her throat was parched, and… and….

Her fingers tapped anxiously on the armrest as the next woman approached her.

“My lady,” the tall Gerudo woman greeted her with a bow.

Riju gave a half-hearted wave of her hand, barely hearing her over the incessant buzzing in her head. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I run a farm just outside of town, and while we’re used to the heat, of course, and plan accordingly, this drought that we’ve found ourselves in… it’s killing my crops.”

Riju felt a flicker of annoyance. Another complaint about the stupid drought, as if it was her fault and she just needed to bring the water back. Contrary to popular belief, she was not the ancient hero of legend, who could make rain fall on command. “And you want me to bring the rain somehow?” she asked, a little shorter than she should have. She could feel Buliara look at her, watching her cautiously as she was slowly pushed closer to the edge.

“N-no, of course not. But I wanted to ask if some kind of irrigation system would be possible. I know water in the town is limited, but my own supply is not enough in this heat, and….”

The buzzing in Riju’s head grew deafening, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Come back tomorrow,” she said.

“What? My lady….”

“I cannot help you right now, but tomorrow I will have an answer for you.” She rubbed a hand over her face, drenching her palm in sweat. “Now, please leave me.”

The woman, confusion on her face, bowed again and said, “Yes, Lady Riju.” She scurried away, disappearing into the crowd.

Riju stood, clutching her hands over her forehead. “Buliara, I need some time.”

“Of course, my lady.” Her bodyguard motioned for two other soldiers to stand in her place as Riju walked as fast as decorum would allow toward the exit. The moment she was out of sight of the throne room, she broke into a run. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes as her feet pounded up the stairs to her chambers.

She collapsed onto her bed, grabbing one of her plush sand seals and hugging it to her chest. The soft fabric against her skin was comforting, and while she could still hear the voices echoing downstairs, they were muffled and distant enough that she could hear herself think. She wiped at the frustrated tears that had spilled onto her cheeks. Her head throbbed, sending pangs through her skull with every heartbeat. She grabbed at her headpiece with shaky hands and set it on the bed.

A light knock came from her doorway and she turned to see Buliara standing there with a cup in her hand. Riju waved her in and returned to staring blankly at her wall, squeezing the seal against her belly. Buliara sat beside her on the bed. “It’s too loud down there for me, too.” She carefully brushed aside one of Riju’s locks and held out the cup. “Here. This might help.”

Riju released her grip on her seal to take the cup and gulped down the ice-cold water. It was exactly what she needed, refreshing enough that she felt just a tiny bit less frustrated.

“You know, you don’t have to go back down there,” Buliara said gently. “You can send them all away for the rest of the day. You’ve already done plenty, and we both know they’re all just going to complain about the drought.”

Riju considered it. With her head still throbbing and sweat pooling on the small of her back, the thought of staying curled up in bed while her bodyguard brought her endless ice water was more than appealing. But she shook her head, weakly but resolutely. “No,” she said. “I have a duty to my people. I’ll go out there. I just… need some time alone.”

“Okay,” Buliara said, standing. “I’ll leave you be, but I’ll be there with you in case you need anything. Just call.”

“Thank you, Buliara.”

“Anything for you, my lady.”

[yanderelinkeduniverse]

Reader who makes plushies... That have literal bombs inside of them that they can throw on the battlefield

Imagine if one of Links accidentally sets it off

Jk jk, it’s just funny to see this ask when you have Klee from hit game Genshin Impact on pc, PlayStation, and mobile devices as your pfp.

Personally I actually really love the concept of characters with bombs that are hidden inside plush dolls, they’re always so fun and cute! Now as for a (y/n) with those dolls…

She is not gonna be using them as freely when the time comes.

At the start I think the Chain would actually be really chill with her primarily using bombs in combat, I mean as long as she can control where they go. In fact, they’d prefer her using bombs than using nothing at all since - and I mean this as politely as possible - if would not be good if they had member of the group basically be deadweight.

*side eyes canon (y/n) who is not a combatant in any capacity*

And in all fairness, I’m pretty sure everyone who’s played a Zelda game has accidentally blown themselves up with their own bombs at least one time. Realistically would that kind of injury be severe and heavily impact her relationship with the Chain? Of course, but since when have I stuck to realism?

(y/n) being a combatant from the get go would certainly impact the Chain’s view of her fighting later on when they start becoming obsessive, but I think they’d still go through a phase where they think (y/n) shouldn’t be using them at all when their concern for her safety reaches its peak.

I mean, if these guys can blow themselves up with their own bombs when those bombs are just a side item then what about when they’re someone’s main weapon? I heavily doubt this variant of the reader would be without some bandages from accidentally blowing herself up on occasion.

Those who become a little too paranoid for her safety, such as Four, Twilight, and probably Wild just from his own personal experiences accidentally setting off a remote bomb too close to himself or using a bomb arrow in the Eldin region, would argue that she’s safer without them than with them.

And while most of the others would be in agreement, the problem is…she’s had these bombs and this method of fighting since before she ever came to Hyrule. Who are they to say what she can and cannot do to defend herself with?

It’s a struggle between the overwhelming desire to keep her safe and the need to respect her as their superior, after all they are barely worthy to hold a candle to her.

So, a compromise is made.

They politely ask (y/n) if she can limit her bomb usage, perhaps using a bit of well meaning manipulation to say that their ears are more sensitive than hers and as such the sound of the bombs going off hurts their ears.

They don’t want to limit their darling, don’t want her to feel caged and like her wings are being clipped, but they also want her to be safe above all else.

And if there were ever a time when (y/n)’s style of combat proved to be more detrimental to her well-being than not then they wouldn’t hesitate to take those bombs away, even if she protests.

On a slightly happier note, the plushies themselves are something the Chain would coo over a lot!

Some might even try to give her inspiration for new ones to make, even if they aren’t bombs(they’d be happier if they weren’t bombs tbh). I’m sure Hyrule has a bunch of dolls that look like himself saved up and Wild’s got pictures of Riju’s sand seals, those would be adorable!

But yeah, a reader who utilizes bombs in combat would challenge the Chain’s dual desires to both respect (y/n) as their ultimate authority(not that she knows) and keep her safe. But as long as she properly uses them, then she’ll be fine.

For now.