#the ending is not meant to be final!

[flickerintwilights]

Revalink Week 2023, bonus day: Tears of the Kingdom

“I suppose you’d be able to get up to Vah Medoh now,” Revali murmurs, as Link digs his fingers onto the stone block pushing through gravity. His voice is reduced to a brief gust of wind on his ears, his hair, his skin, and Link hates it in its impermanence.

“I was wrong,” he continues, and Link hears him from so far away and he— “Should’ve known you’d find a way up. All on your own.”

He doesn’t hear him sigh. The wind breathes around him, a living thing, and he lets go. It carries him to the golden grass.

Green light bursts in streaks from the bokoblin horn at the outstretching of Link’s hand, and the horn binds itself to his sword with a twine of energy. He grins and examines the new weapon, testing its balance, the feeling of the horn’s tips slicing through the air.

A turquoise glow kindles in his peripheries. The shape of a wing, like light solidified, reaches out to prod the fused sword.

“Hm.”

Link hefts the weapon cheerfully and signs with his off-hand. “I like it.”

A scoff. Green streaks dance at the edge of his vision. Turquoise, like flame. “You would.”

“That’s cheating.”

Link shakes his head, laughing. It’s cheating and he knows it. Revali knows he knows it. That’s funny.

“You cannot just — attach an eyeball to your arrow and let it aim for you, much less a keese eye — why that thing would have anything to do with accuracy, I’ll never know.” Revali presses a wing to his face in exasperation. “You have time magic, how can this possibly be necessary?”

Link shrugs. “I guess I’m bad with a bow,” he signs lightly.

Abruptly, Revali’s demeanor changes. “Right,” he scoffs. Then he vanishes in a glow of turquoise light.

Hyrule is pretty from above.

The sky islands are their own kind of view, golden and perpetually bathed in light — but he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of seeing this on. Sitting here, legs dangling freely off the edge. Alone in the sky with the entire world at his fingertips.

Link feels something on his shoulder, like a cool flame.

“Careful,” Revali says, the pressure of his wing both tangible and not, “you don’t want to fall.”

“I can skydive,” Link signs thoughtfully. “But it’s not the same as flying.”

Revali exhales, and comes down to sit beside him.

The first time Link ascends, green light rippling within the stone, he does it because he has to. The winds can’t carry him through solid matter.

It doesn’t make him feel less guilty. He’s not oblivious. The thing with not talking is that you get good at listening.

When he emerges from the stone, Revali is waiting for him.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” he says to the tree on Link’s right, and scoffs with what could so easily be called scorn.

Link raises his hands to sign, but then the wind rises, and Revali is already soaring away.

(A conversation, somewhere beyond:

“I don’t get it.”

“Why he’s staying?”

“It’s been a hundred years. That’s already way too long.”

“It always seemed like he had… trouble, letting go.”

“For this long? Link doesn’t need him anymore, we all see that. Wouldn’t that encourage him to move on?”

“No.”

“I always thought he was stubborn. Too stubborn, really — but he’ll only move on when he’s ready.”

“I just don’t understand why he didn’t pass on when we did.”

“You want to know what I think? He wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more.”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“Him more than most, I think.”)

Tulin beams at Link, face flushed with cold and sweat. “That was amazing!” he exclaims. “You’re so much better than I am. Still! I’ve been practicing at the Flight Range, every day. My dad’s been helping me, but he’s still recovering.”

“I can help you,” Link offers.

“Really?” Tulin bursts out, bouncing lightly. “Oh, wow.”

“The Flight Range was always supposed to be a training ground. Or Revali said so.”

Tulin seems even more excited at that. “Master Revali?” he says, awestruck. “Do you think he’d be happy? That… I want to learn?”

Without needing to think, Link signs, “Yes.”

Link is adjusting Tulin’s aim one day, gently nudging his wings to different positions to guide his sightline to his target, all the way on the other side of the hollow. They’re on the little wooden walkway extending over the updrafts, so the updrafts are fairly strong even up here, enough to stick Tulin’s feathers up as he shifts around.

At Link’s step back and encouraging thumbs-up, Tulin releases the arrow. It thuds directly into the center of the target.

Tulin lowers the bow with a bright grin, then takes a running leap off the walkway and spreads his wings. The wind spirals upward, lifting him over Link’s head.

He looks up.

A spark of blue-green.

Revali is standing on the edge of the mountainside, watching Tulin laugh, bend his bow in midair, send arrows flying at the targets. His whoop whenever a target splinters echoes on the wind.

He turns to look at Link. He’s smiling. Soft, tentative.

Link smiles back.

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[koobiie]

this is prompto and noct coded to me

[isjasz]

Remember, there is always a great big beautiful tomorrow.

[cubbihue]

Peri was very upset about a lot of things that happened. Within a span of a week, he felt like his entire life has changed for the worst!! He had a dumb bulb on his wand, Timmy was still moving away, and he had to go to a school far from everyone he knew!!!

Of course, the cause and trigger of those emotions was Timmy. But Peri can’t blame his older brother for any of that. So the next logical conclusion for a small child to reach was to blame his parents instead!!! And boy did he blame a lot on his parents.

Many of Peri’s actions in his childhood stems from misplaced grief and anger. By the time he was old enough to know better, Peri got a mixture of stubbornness and a bruised ego to admit he was wrong for how he reacted.

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[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

COME ON MACHINE, FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL.

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[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2 memes because i think they're funny

[columboscreens]

[swordmaid]

bhaal’s bride 🔪🩸

my durge yves before the lobotomy 🥳

[ibrithir-was-here]

Blood of my Blood: Normal

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This week, the finale begins….

[hipsternumbertwo]

Worst Sleepover Ever | Smosh vs. Aliens

[borgialucrezia]

"There is that final embrace that I think helps with letting his brother go in a way. Juan has been the one who drove Cesare to become what he is now, and I think Cesare is building walls around his heart. You do get colder and less sentimental when you take that path. He has to go on and he can't mourn him forever, especially since he's responsible for his death. He's not making excuses for what he is anymore, and what he wants to be. He ultimately feels that it's the right thing for himself. It's something that he focused on and I think he can control his mind into having no second thoughts. And that's the only way you can rule in that era, really." — FRANÇOIS ARNAUD

[carlyraejepsans]

you know toby dropped a pipe bomb when everyone is so busy freaking out about green grass that nobody notices he forgot the asterisk in sans' dialogue

[spotaus]

I am begging on my knees that Tumblr posts this. It has no audio but I cannot send it from my computer to phone and I want it archived lmao-

[crow-caller]

How’s your review of the Uglies movie going?

it's with my editor rn! I've had a rough go of things and it took longer. It's an hour long and wound up being a discussion of it as an adaptation, and the deeper themes of the series. I just can't talk about Uglies normally

Ideally will be out within the week.

After, I have a video on faceblindness (amd my experience with it)— I just filmed me doing a faceblind quiz my flatmate custom cooked up for me, which was super fun to do. She tricked me a few times including me entirely failing to recognise her at one point. That's for November, since most of November I'll be in the Lightlark 3 trenches (no promises how long that'll be but of course ideally before end of November)

[alackofghosts]

(say) all i need / is the air i breathe / and a place to rest my head