#sealskin

[kvroii-arts]

I made a set of sealskin wristwarmers! The cuff is harp seal and the flare is ringed seal. I've wanted to make a set since 2021, and finally made them recently! The underside of the cuff is moosehide. 🦭

[petitepluiedemai]

Jeff Dworsky

Sealskin

1989 and 1993

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Sealskin

Since I've been reliably informed that today is International Day of the Seal, it's surely a good excuse for me to repost Sealskin, my Eruri Selkie AU.

Erwin is an environmental scientist, a driven man on a mission to save the world. His research does not normally involve fieldwork, and it certainly does not normally involve spending six months of the year at the university’s field station on a remote island in the North Atlantic, with only seals for company. But the solitude of the island and a chance encounter with a curious stranger bring a profound revelation.

You can read Sealskin on AO3, or listen to my audio recording of the fic here Sealskin podfic.

Sealskin by @seitsen-sarvi

[grapefruittwostep]

I tried very hard on Sealskin Katara with her Tang Dynasty nonsense and the lighting killed me. I need to lie down forerver

[kirsteninthesun]

Minuk and the Sealskin (amirkanek)!

This sealskin belongs to me. It’s not in the best condition, unfortunately- it’s shedding hairs. As per my aunt, the word for a beat up skin is aminraq. As you can see, the hairs on a seal’s coat are thick and almost rubbery, with a spring to them. They vary based on where in the coat they come from. 

Minuk has never seen such a big sealskin in her life, and she says she wants to live in a world where all the seals are this big! She enjoyed a nice nap and made herself a little tent.

[shark-sslime]

Me and all my sea friends ( except they excluded sharks :(( )

[mvaljean525]

The secret me is a boy.

He takes girlness off like a sealskin: something that never sat right on his shoulders.

The secret me is broad-shouldered; the sea can’t contain him,

the land can’t anchor his waves to its sand.

The secret me swims with the big fish, brash, he swaggers

like a mermaid, bares teeth like daggers, barks at the moon when it’s thin.

He’s whiskered, that boy. Thick-skinned. Quick-finned, always turning tail.

He wears his own skin like a sail, lets it carry him to where

salt swallows mouthfuls of air. Let them find me there by the shore:

the girl-seal with a secret boy inside. Rough-voiced. Black-eyed.

Washed bare as the beach by the tide.

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Selkie

Rachel Plummer

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Graphic - Aleksandra Waliszewska

[thejewellerybox]

Sealskin Ulu earrings by Lydia Audlaluk