#sand seal plushy

[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

[demonsreverie]

My little Ko-Fi shop is up and ready to provide for your Seal-ious sticker needs‼️

[The two versions of my Plushie Patricia sticker, Riju’s sand seal from The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. The first image includes the punny phrase 'I’m Seal-ious' around the plushie written in Gerudo text, while the second picture is the option without any text. ✨]

[bloobluebloo]

I feel that Ganondorf secretly has a collection of seal seal plushiest, I mean who wouldn’t?

(He would love the red one hehe)

I am in agreement 🥰

[jemirrose]

Sand seals 🦭🌱

[mothymoon]

Got a sand seal plush on Etsy :)

+ review I left & link

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

[makeitrealfromfictional]

Objects

Riju's Sand Seal Plushes Made in Real Life (Seriously Abridged) (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) Sand seal Sand seal Similar vibes  Sand seal Similar vibes Sand seals Giant Big sand seal  Sand seal Sand seal (Also Hank, because Hank.)

I wanted to list every sand seal here, because if you’ve seen them, you’ll know that every one of them is beautiful. That was a mistake. There are simply too many sand seals.  The original list was so long that, once I was at the end, I’d forgotten what the ones at the beginning looked like, and if I'd counted them before. People really went crazy with this. You can even have the pillow off her bed..

Links lead to -> etsy.com, youtube.com, youtube.com, reddit.com, etsy.com, reddit.com, etsy.com, reddit.com, and etsy.com, respectively.

[uwudonoodle]

(It's not often I'd share a video from Facebook, but I can't find it elsewhere.) You can parry a talus arm and a horse kick??? Also, set to Queen. This rocks!

[darkdragon768]

New idea:

Yea sure, Cilton(??) and his monster statues are cool and all, but hear me out.

What if there's an NPC that makes plushies of the creatures you show via photo which you can then put down in your house?

With exceptions. The NPC will be like "Aww, so cute!! I have to start working on it right away!" or "Eww no, I'm not wasting my materials for that."

[pocketseizure]

Designer's Note: Even though she still retains traces of girlishness (like keeping sand seal plushies in her room), we aimed for Riju's design to emphasize her elegant strength and refinement as a more mature leader of the Gerudo.

Other members of the dev staff asked why Riju cut her hair. The reason is that we wanted to establish Riju as a "cool beauty" who's somewhat removed from the rest of the Gerudo, who are often concerned with everyday matters of fashion and romance. We also wanted to facilitate her style of swordsmanship, in which she wields twin blades in a graceful dance. We imagine Riju as being the type of person who wouldn't hesitate to cut her hair if it became a hindrance in battle.

[subtlenighttribute]

You Said It Like It Was Nothing

Selkie AU | Love and Deepspace Boys x Reader

Reader says “I love you” | Seal chaos ensues | Fluff, softness, unspoken emotion

Request done ✨️

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It was one of those easy, quiet mornings.

You were cleaning off your hands, brushing your hair back from your face, and five fluffy seals were either lounging in sun patches or trying to shove each other off the porch with comical squeaks.

You smiled as you tossed a sardines toward Zayne and Sylus who both stayed close by, keeping you company and watching the others be weird.

For a moment, you took it all in. Before saying something that has been on your mind for a while.

“I love you,” you said offhandedly.

You meant it.

Soft. Real. Without thinking much.

And they all…

froze.

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🐺 Sylus

Mid-sardine snatch.

Mouth open.

Sardine hits his nose and flops to the ground. He does not react.

His nose twitched slightly.

His seal body stiffens.

And then—flop. He disappears behind the deck post like he’s trying to pretend he didn’t just hear the one phrase he’s been waiting his whole life to believe.

You peek over the side.

“Sylus?”

He’s hiding his face behind his flipper, one thing going through his mind.

“You didn’t mean it. Did you mean it? No—don’t look at me—oh gods she meant it.”

You get a sulky, overheated cuddle attack about twenty minutes later.

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🫧 Rafayel

Rafayel was mid-flip into your lap when you said it.

He misses.

Lands sideways. Slides off like a damp loaf of bread.

Then whips his head around and stares at you—wide-eyed. Immediately turns into his human form.

“You love me? ME? Are you aware of what you’ve just done??”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and melts against you.

“Say it again. Slowly. And then never take it back.”

You laugh.

He kisses your hair.

“I will be insufferable now.”

(He is.)

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🪨 Zayne

Zayne freezes completely.

Wasn't even looking at you when you said it. Just basking in a sunbeam, half-dozing. But now his eyes are open, pupils dilated, breath stilled.

You say it again with a small smile.

“I love you, you know.”

He doesn’t move for another full minute.

Then?

Turns into human form. Sits down beside you. Very quiet.

And rests his forehead against your shoulder.

No words.

Just the warmth of his presence, the weight of it.

“I’ve always wanted to be told that...”

You didn’t say anything else. You just let him lean.

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☀️ Caleb

This boy?

Explodes.

He was mid-roll, flopping across the sand with glee, when your words hit.

He goes airborne.

Rolls once more. Sits up in seal form like a soggy cinnamon bun, and switches into his human form.

“YOU LOVE ME???”

You laugh. “Obviously!”

He immediately switches back to seal form and flops to your feet, stares at you with full sparkling anime seal eyes, and shifts into human back to form so fast he trips over his own foot.

“Do you want a fish? A rock? A hat? MY HEART?”

You end up tackled into the sand with so much affection and a heartfelt demand:

“Say it again!! I need to hear it a million times!!”

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🌊 Xavier

Xavier, of course, already knew.

But he didn’t expect to hear it. So casually. So easily.

He lifts his head from where he was trying to doze on your lap. Blinks. Whiskers twitch once.

You glance down. “You good?”

He stares at you like he’s memorizing your face.

Then he leans forward.

Presses his head to your chest.

Seal-form. Silent.

You pet him gently.

He doesn’t move for a long time. But eventually, you hear the tiniest sound—

A soft exhale. A hum. A seal’s version of a thank you.

One you don’t need to understand to feel.

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That Night...

None of them bring it up again directly.

But Sylus hovers closer than usual. Rafayel keeps brushing your fingers with his. Zayne quietly takes over your chores. Caleb sings love songs to the plushie you. And Xavier lies curled against your back like he’s guarding something sacred.

You fall asleep with one thought echoing gently in your chest:

You meant it.

[bokettochild]

Its been like to years, but I desperately NEED to pick up my Gerudo Town draft again and make Wild throw sand-seal plushies at Four and Legend

I need them to learn what sand-seals are

I need them to have fun together

And past me basically set future me up to make this a Violet Incident, so we gotta do that too!

[katasukiarts]

He's almost done! Soon I'll have 2 sandseals!

I'll be sure to post photos when he's done!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Breaking news, I can use Riju’s sand seal plushies to make weapons

IT’S CALLED THE BOUNCY BAT FOHSAOWJEJFOJW THIS GAME HAHAHA

[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.

[parksrway]

EVERYONE. MY MOM MADE ME A SAND SEAL PLUSHIE

[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. 🤍🪶