#revali (loz)

[doodlebugdrawz]

[foundfamilyhq]

[switchbackhyperloop]

it's nesting season

This is 100% a Revali song.

Except for the part about apologizing for punching someone in throat, he'd never apologize for that.

[nightcorecarseatheadrest]

hi tiktok mutual, can u draw my favourite lesbian: revali.

xoxo, i like your art a lot.

NUMBER ONE HATER !!!

[incorrectquoteslobby]

Link: What is your biggest weakness? Revali: I can be uncooperative Link: Okay, can you give me an example? Revali: No

[theartofmadeline]

yes i'm still thinking about the botw champions in 2024

[luchaaa]

find a man who's love language is also an obsession with blowing things up

[ducksdontdraw]

My contribution to the Residents of the Wild zine! Excited to finally be able to share this one 😊

[metamatronic]

part 1 (?) of the reunion comic - there’s a written follow-up here

[THIS ARTIST HASN’T PLAYED TOTK YET SO PLEASE NO SPOILERS]

[bluebelledmoon]

love how the botw fandom went fucking wild when age of calamity came out in 2020. and no one talks about it anymore. don’t you remember HIM?????

and THEM??.

and all of THIS????

[demiboydemon]

[syringaledraws]

BOTW sketchpile thing from a little while ago

[blueskittlesart]

i dont have a caption for this one but know that this took me multiple months of work to produce. i hate drawing birds

[verflares]

quick revali doodles from the past few days. dearest ancestors and goddess hylia. please make sure that link goes to hell no matter what (feat tulin being an annoying little brother)

[silvergarnet12]

What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?

You’re in this dark, alien environment, strange noises echoing around you, the inescapable anxiety your only companion. Squinting in the distance, you see a frighteningly familiar shade of blue flicker, faint in the distance.

Cautiously moving forward, you begin to realise the blue belongs to something much, much larger than a possible guardian. Eventually, an ancient behemoth looms overhead, still, silent, and empty, both at rest and unnervingly calm. A strange, restless melancholy replaces the sense of creeping dread, no less uneasy than before.

Entering the resting stone, in the corner of your eyes, you see movement flicker. At first you think a spirit, perhaps the Champions still linger… but deep down you know they’ve passed on… right?

Echoing footsteps fill the silence as you press on, avoiding gloom where there had once been malice, a desecration of a sacred resting place. You see the flicker again, turn on your foot and see for a split second, a beloved friend, an uneasy rival, a stalwart protector, a steadfast leader, an ally, a painful reminder of your worst failure. Even now, years later, it stings.

You try to get their attention, but there is no response. Instead, you watch. And realise. And mourn again. There are no spirits here. Not in the vast, decaying depths, not in the final resting places of a final hope.

These are echoes of the ones you knew. You can see them in the corner of your eyes sometimes, going about preparations for that ill-fated battle. It’s eerie, made no better by the Grand Poes gently swaying, their locations random but making uncomfortable sense.

Sometimes, on unlucky days, it is not preparations that these echoes go through. Pain torn screams faintly heard as their final moments are played out, a play on an eerie stage.

Vah Medoh groans in the dark, as the image of her pilot slams limply on her back, wing torn, and struggles to get up, defiance in his glare even now.

Vah Ruta cries a warning, as her pilot slumps over the controls, never seeing her killer, her last thought to warn the others.

Vah Rudania braces herself, as the echo of her pilot does the same, but the shield shatters, a flash of phantom heat coating the area, followed by darkness.

Vah Nabooris strides steady, until her pilot, fatigued from a relentless assualt, makes one fatal misstep in her final dance, lightning crackling in the air.

The stone beasts are restless, aware of the new threat, and unable to let go of the last pilots they’ll ever have, desperately trying to fight once more. But instead, they lay still, silent, a monument to their pilots lost to time.

What if you could find the Divine Beasts in the Depths?

[cooking-with-hailstones]

Look I love Tulin but Teba got shafted fr.