#shrine of resurrection

[knight-of-aether]

Death, she's a cruel mistress And a bargain must be made But oh, my love, don't forget me When I let the water take me… (Open your eyes.)

A BotW anniversary tribute inspired by overflow, my take on the story of the Sheikah during Calamity day and Link's surrender to the Shrine of Resurrection. Hard to believe it's been 8 years since this game took over my life; here's to many more.💙

[leaperfr0gg]

Febuwhump Day 9, Necromancy

@febuwhump

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Side Note,

My backgrounds have REALLY improved with this. I am VERY happy!

Also I love the headcanon of link still having some sheikah stuff in him! It just looks so cool, like if his eyes could glow in the dark with that sheikah blue!

[kokiriofthevalley]

Rating how comfortable all the beds in botw look

PART ONE

Quick side note - tysm for all the likes, I appreciate it very much. To put how I feel right now into words, I would say that I feel like a silly little court jester who has done a silly little dance and now people like me

Shrine Of Resurrection

2/10 - would NOT recommend

◍All that fog in the beginning of the game is just condensation

◍looks like it's made for one specific height

◍ain't nobody over 5'3 fitting in there

◍no way that water isn't FREEZING cold after 100 years

◍how am I supposed to be the Hero Of Hyrule™ if I'm sleeping in cold water??

Uh oh hero of Hyrule caught a cold better tell ganon to take a week off terrorising everyone ig

◍at least the coldness would wake me up

Old Man's House

1/10 - would NEVER recommend

◍Lumpy "mattress"

◍the blanket looks so thin that an A4 piece of paper would be more warm

◍At least rhoam tried

But tbh the tried and fell like a cartoon character slipping on a comically placed banana peel

Hateno Village Bed

8/10 - would recommend

◍Looks like it would keep me warm on a cold rainy day

◍Sturdy and reliable bedframe

◍Cute and fresh bedsheets

Link's House Bed

5/10 - would recommend but at your own risk

◍cozy looking

◍Does not smell the best

You gotta think about how many times link has gone to bed without taking a bath (if he even does) and if he takes his dirty and/or sweaty armour off when he goes to bed (which I don't think he does tbh)

◍Cute bedsheets

◍Again, sturdy and reliable bedframe

◍Link might kill you if he catches you tho

Purah's Bed

7/10 -would recommend if you're small

◍Extra bouncy and fluffy bedsheets

◍tbh I really like the frilly edges

◍comfy as hell

◍Will have Purah asking you to leave tho

Goron City Bed

2/10 - wouldn't recommend

◍this looks like it's the root cause of back problems

◍yk that goron that has u get his ibuprofen bc of his back?? This is why

◍Can't smell bad cause the only thing u would be able to smell is ur burning nose hair

Tarrey Town Bed

7/10 - would recommend

◍Comfortable? Yes. Cozy? Not so much

I know that they're the same word but in my mind, there's a clear distinction between comfortable and cozy

◍cool and fresh bedsheets

◍bed would move if you did something tho, so not sturdy or reliable, it's literally just stacked planks of wood

[deuynndoodles]

[id: a colored, digital drawing of the shrine of resurrection from breath of the wild. it is overtaken by plants. vines drape along the walls and the fixture overhead the bed. the vines are peppered with small flowers. some grass and ferns grow through the floor.

warm light pours in through the open doorframe. silent princesses sprout from the guidance stone and the bed of resurrection. end id]

what it SHOULD have been in totk

[atlas7seo]

Really dumb question. Shrine of resurrection. Why?

Genuinely, why? Who were they resurrecting? How did it work? Why? What in this ancient Hyrule made them make a shrine of resurrection? What was the motive? Besides just wanting to resurrect someone, ya know? What compelled someone to make it?

I feel like it'd make an interesting story.

[y0sei-g4rden]

Shrine Of Resurrection Head-cannon!

(sorry if I end up repeating myself)

It Heals an injury like it never happened, so much so it removes the memory of it ever occurring in the first place.

For example if you use it to heal a papercut, the memory of receiving it is also gone, thus removing the knowledge of "if you are not mindful of the way one holds paper, you can get cut." Since this is gone, there is no mental note helping to prevent such a thing to happen again.

Of course the paper cut example doesn't really showcase the problem this can cause. What if you are walking into an underpass blindly, get shot at, and a arrow is lodged in your shoulder, so you decide to go and get healed by the shrine. Then you return to where you were, without the memory, the knowledge, you end up in the same position as before, walking blindly in. You might not be so lucky next time.

As to say, what do you think would happen if you were to die? Every event in your life leads to eventual death. Therefore your life (reason) is the cause of your death (injury). So the shrine removes the memory of it.

To fully heal something, you need to never have experienced it at all.

[faroreskiss]

Resurrection Gone Wrong Read on Ao3

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Summary: What if the price of a 100 years of Slumber of Restoration was more than just his memories? A couple of short fics about what would happen if Link's resurrection took more of a twisted turn. A/N: Just had to get it out of my brain, just a few chapters and I'll be done, I promise.

Chapter 1 - Parched

"Although the Slumber of Restoration will certainly deprive him of his memories, please trust me when I say that he will arrive before you yet again," the maiden spoke affectionately to the now brittled sword, almost in a state of decay.

"If I may be so bold, what is it that you are planning to do next, Princess?" the Great Deku Tree inquired, observing the exchange between the sword and the maiden.

"The Master Sword, I heard it speak to me. It seems that my role is unfinished. There is still something I must do," she replied to him.

"I sense there is great strength in your dedication," the Deku Tree paused as he replied. "May your readiness match the challenges that lie ahead, no matter the outcomes that may unfurl as a result of your choices..."

This caused Zelda to purse her lips for a fleeting moment. Yet, what alternative did she possess, apart from making an attempt to revive her champion? She was already torn about it… But if there is even a slight chance that he could come back… It would be worth it.

Wouldn’t it? Would he hate her for it? She decided to not think about that now. Instead she started with, "Great Deku Tree, I ask of you, when he returns, can you please relay this message, tell him I–"

“Now then, words intended for him would sound much better in the tones of your voice, don’t you think?” The ancient tree interjected.

“Yes," said Zelda, as she bittersweetly smiled and placed the Master Sword back on its pedestal once again.

100 years later

A feeling, a hue of light appeared in his vision, so bright yet gentle. A voice accompanied it, though he could not make out what it was trying to say.

“...”

“...k”

"Link."

Did he know the voice? It was so familiar, yet so foreign… So warm, yet so far away. It was speaking to him. Urging him to… do something, coaxing him to take action. Link? That was his name. At least he believed it was.

“Open your eyes…”

“Wake up, Link.”

As he started to lift his eyelids, everything was blurry at first. Then, he had the sensation of floating in some type of liquid, slowly leaving him. Finally opening his eyes, he saw the ornate roof, and the overall blue hue around his vision cleared. He tried wiggling his toes, fingers, and slowly rose up from wherever he was laying down. It was really cold, yet it did not startle him one bit, for some reason. Just his throat felt a bit dry…

Where was this place? He was also familiar with the structure, yet… His body felt a bit off. It felt strong, too strong for someone who just woke up from what felt like a long slumber. No grogginess at all. He composed himself and got out of the “bed” he had been in and took a look at it. 

That’s when an overwhelming sensation came over him again, forming like a knot in his throat. Dry, so dry… He was so thirsty… parched, exceedingly. He took a deep breath, which made it even worse initially, but at least helped him calm down. He stretched his limbs, they felt sturdy. As he turned and walked around, he saw a pedestal with some type of device on it, reacting to him as he went near. He was startled for a moment.

“That is a Sheikah Slate, take it. It will help guide you after your long slumber.”

That, that voice again. He thought he knew the voice now, but any memory he had was so hazy, as if covered with an extremely thick fog that prevented him from being able to identify it. His thirst was not helping either. He noticed a wooden door opening now, right after he took the device. Behind the door were a set of clothes in a chest, along with five bottles of water and some… red potions? He wasn’t sure. He gulped down the water immediately. When he wasn’t satisfied, he finished another bottle. And then another one. In the end, he drank all of them.

But he was still thirsty. He groaned. His dry throat was throbbing with thirst. He was still able to function, but the sensation wasn’t getting any better. Giving up for now, as it was still manageable to an extent, he wore the clothes he found, took the ‘potions’, and made his way outside, as he heard the voice again.

“Link, you are the light, our light. You must shine upon Hyrule once again. Now go…”

The voice continued, with a bittersweet tone. “…and I’m sorry”

As the doors creaked open before him, the sunlight washed over his body, slowly warming him up. He stepped toward the cliff's edge, a bit too fast for his comfort, a panoramic view laid out before his eyes. His homeland stretched beneath him, no doubt about it – he was in Hyrule, he remembered that much. But something was different, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

The scene unfolded like a painting of extraordinary detail. Colors popped, sharper than they had any right to be. The leaves on trees danced with a kind of intensity, their whispers reaching his ears like secrets carried by the wind. The very ground beneath his feet felt alive, thrumming with a rhythm that resonated through him. Birds serenaded him from afar, their songs hitting his ears with crystal clarity, each note a distinct brushstroke in the canvas of sound. Was it always like this? Was everything always this sharp? He wasn’t sure.

He took another breath. His damned throat. It was making itself known again. Why was he still thirsty? He felt, dare he say, amazing in every other way, at least physically.

As he grabbed the Slate again, wanting to at least take a look at it once more, he initially saw and was able to study his blurred reflection on the black screen, a split second before it lit up. He looked… ordinary?

He fiddled around with the Slate a bit, discovering its capability of acting as an adventurer’s bag. Neat. But then he noticed his hands holding it, and then his arms. His memories were a haze, but he was certain his complexion wasn't meant to be so pale, his hands so devoid of their usual hue, looking like white porcelain with subtle cracks on it.

“What the hell is going on…” he muttered to himself, only to realize that the air passing through his throat was just making the bad feeling worse.

For a moment, it made sense. Maybe he was just sick after all? That wouldn’t explain how he was feeling almost amazing in every other way, but the combination of pale skin and a burning throat? Surely, he could very well be sick. He took that red potion out of his inventory, for some reason instinctively expecting a grimacing bitter, vile taste. As he popped the cork open, however, an almost sweet, delicious smell wafted out of it, making the ache in his throat even worse.

Huh?

He hesitantly brought it to his lips, unable to stop himself from savoring the taste. He twirled his tongue as the contents of the bottle swished in his mouth and slowly made its way down his throat, creating a soothing sensation. It was… delicious. With a sigh of relief, he thought to himself that he must have been a bit ill after all. He supposedly slept a long time, didn’t he?

The burning feeling in his throat was not gone, but it was reduced enough to not distract him as much anymore. That's when he noticed a small fire and an old man near it. Deciding to investigate, he made his way toward the fire.

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[bladeofthebookworms]

Under the Shrine of Resurrection in the Depths...

So I noticed that, more or less beneath the Shrine of Resurrection in TotK, there's a location called "Secret Spring of Revival" that heals half a heart at a time instead of just a quarter of a heart. I thought that was super cool!!! Was that how the Shrine of Resurrection worked maybe?

[aikoiya]

... Wait... Do you think what actually happened was that Link DID die & that the damage was too much to fix?

Do you think that what actually happened was that... they all thought he was simply being revived & healed, but in actuality, when he was placed in the waters, the Shrine of Resurrection basically rebuilt him from the ground up around his own soul & that's why it took so long???

I... I think that it's still him. Still the Link that died, but... in, like, a new body. But, at the same time, also his own reincarnation.

did i die then?

[identifyingmetalbandsinposts]

Shrine of Resurrection

Progressive Death Metal/Metalcore

[blueskittlesart]

Open your eyes...

[daeyumi]

Resuscitate.

[2022]

[kittykatninja321]

Thinking about how Bruce treated Jason’s legacy after his death is kinda pissing me off and the only consolation is knowing that whatever peace Bruce created for himself by warping his memory and telling himself that Jason’s death was due to his own recklessness and anger in order to cope was greatly disturbed and shaken by Jason’s return. Pain and suffering on planet earth <3

[michoodles]

'And I think I'd seen it once before On a night like this, a thousand nights ago..' 🌕

So… who's excited with this last part of the AU? bcs, I'm getting feral

I wanted to try something without lineart so here it is! bdw I have SO MUCH THEORIES!! Someone wants to talk about it? I did this with some of my own interpretations, I have my own vision of Ancient ( more like an antihero ) and the idea of something in the shrine that changed him SIJHISANISB S I LOVE IT!

Also, the one i his mouth is the fierce Deity, I can explain-

Au by @tashacee !

Lyrics of the song above the drawn 'On a night like this' by Kiltro!

[science-lings]

No, she can't do all of them, make a choice. She can do one mainly but have the rest be assumed as hobbies or something but I know people are gonna be like 'ALL OF THE ABOVE' that defeats the purpose of the poll.