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acetier · 20 days
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queen sonia my beloved <333
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PLEASE never shut up about torin, there is at least one person here who is always waiting for more about torin, which is me <33 love that sad little guy <33
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this sad little guy appreciates you, anon!
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acetier · 1 month
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another elden ring art dump feat. torin & friends
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acetier · 2 months
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another elden ring art dump feat. torin & friends
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acetier · 3 months
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link study dump feat. my fav armor set from totk!
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"feel free to ask literally anything about torin!" Oh Boy I don't want to spam ur inbox with TOO MUCH bc he and varre live in my head rent free so for now I will ask the most pressing thing on my mind....... torin overthrows mohg as per your first post about them, right? How do you think varre reacted to that???? I can never imagine killing mohg would go over too smoothly with him, so I'm curious if/how torin was able to win him over!!
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"I'll ensure you regret this, my lambkin..."
((aftermath under the cut))
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it didn't go over smoothly at all, aka torin is once again reminded that his actions have consequences and those consequences are rarely (if ever) good :'^D varre's still fanatically loyal to mohg and views any attack against his master as an attack against himself, so torin killing mohg would be an unforgivable betrayal.
i ended up killing varre at the end of his questline in my first playthrough haha. i think for them to have a (sort of?) happy ending as they are now, torin would need to be content with serving the dynasty alongside varre and abandoning the rest of his quest (which he isn't willing to do as part of what drove him to varre in the first place is his desire for revenge and he can't give that up so easily).
on the other hand if you want to imagine a scenario where varre ends up surviving, he and torin would need to go their separate ways for a while. when they meet back up it'd be after torin resolves his quest for vengeance and comes to terms with his losses and also probably after he's burned the erdtree (and melina). by then they've both been through the wringer and are so Tired of it all that it's easier to fall back into comforting old habits with each other. it'd still take them a while to fully reconcile tho :'^)
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acetier · 6 months
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what was torins first impression of varre?
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he wasn’t very endearing lmao
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acetier · 6 months
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will you be drawing any more of torin and varre? no rush at all, but i am lowkey obsessed with them now 👀
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ask and you shall receive, anon :^)
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acetier · 8 months
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new hyrule, old friend
((it's been a hot minute, pls have this humble lil totk drawing :'^D))
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acetier · 1 year
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“Dead ahead. Don’t miss.”
((aka me realizing i’m still down bad for revalink at 3am : ^ ) when you call revali’s gale in the dark beast ganon fight so you can take the final shot together 👌 close up under cut!))
Edit: @ginneke​ wrote an amazing fic inspired by this piece here!
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acetier · 1 year
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@acetier's beautiful, beautiful art plucked out my heart and dashed it to pieces. So here I am, trying to return the favour. Or at least to double down on it.
Also available on Ao3. (Link in notes.)
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Accelerando
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Five moments in time between Link and Revali as they find common ground, despite everything.
(Slowly. Then all at once.)
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"I gave you a clear shot -- how could you miss that?"
Link is spared the need to answer: at that moment, Revali's powers start to peter out. Hurriedly, before he loses the advantage of height, Link shoulders his bow and grabs for the paraglider instead, eyes fixed on the Silver Lynel far below. Its fierce glare is locked on him in turn. His mind races, trying to calculate when he has to surrender to gravity. Eight seconds -- five seconds. He sees it reach for its arrows.
So does Revali.
"Don't you dare," he warns, before flapping his ghostly wings once more. Gale carries him higher, higher, higher than it's ever carried him before. Five Lightning Arrows crackle through the air, but he's safely out of range.
"Don't miss this time," Revali says, sounding almost tired, and disappears.
Link draws his bow again, forgoing the bomb arrows Revali always favoured; instead, he nocks one of Robbie's Ancient Arrows.
Have to end this quickly.
His arrow strikes true, this time, and then he's left drifting in an eerie, open sky, alone.
It's six hours before the tug of Revali's power anchors in his chest again. Revali's Gale is now ready, he thinks, mimicking the cadence of the words that always accompany that sensation -- but Revali's words don't come.
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The Koroks' puzzles range from amusing to aggravating.
On the least annoying end of the scale: chasing lights, finding acorns, following flowers (usually).
A bit more annoying, depending on circumstance: following flowers (sometimes), rock puzzles, metal blocks, clockflower rings.
Far more of a pain than they're worth: acorn balloons.
Link hates those acorn balloons with a passion. They jerk around erratically. They duck in and out of the trees so that he can't track them. They move at such random speeds. They disappear within ten seconds of him leaving the treestump pedestal that sends the signal to spawn them.
And so often, he's running low on arrows and doesn't have enough to spare on Korok games.
He's staring down yet another cluster of circling acorn balloons when a thought occurs to him: What if...
He crouches low on the pedestal. Revali, he thinks. It's not necessary to literally call for the Champions—otherwise Mipha would never reach him in time—but with Revali, in particular, it has quickly become a habit.
It takes seven seconds to reach the zenith of Revali's Gale. He's counted it before.
It would certainy take more than three seconds to pick off those balloons, for almost anyone else.
He reaches for his bow, a three-shot device of the forest's make, and feels time start to crawl: slower, slower, slower.
He nocks three arrows, catches two balloons but misses the third. Draws again, and catches his fall with the paraglider just in time; below, the final balloon bursts.
"Cheater," Revali says snidely as the column of his Gale subsides; he's gone before Link can retort.
Honestly. Just because Revali could have done it in a single shot...
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Revali takes his front-row vantage point of Link's archery — oh, forgive him, of Link's pale imitation of aerial archery — very seriously. Link can almost see the mark of a teacher in him. He wonders what Revali would have been like as an instructor.
"Shoulders," he barks sometimes, when Link's back holds more tension than his bowstring.
"Keep your eyes dead ahead," he advises, other times, when Link is tempted to use precious seconds to scan the field for further enemies; "one thing at a time."
"Remember to aim for where your target will be, not where it is now," he warns whenever the slowing of time reaches its limits, and Link is left with seconds to spare before his strength runs out.
"Don't miss," he says, as Link prepares to take aim at the thing that struck down Urbosa—and this time his words have the sound of camaraderie, no scorn to be found in them at all.
"I know," Link replies, reaching for Revali's Great Eagle Bow. He nocks three arrows to the string and obliterates Thunderblight Ganon in a hail of explosions that would make even Revali proud.
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"You know, I had to succeed at that trial without supernatural means at my disposal."
Link hides a grin in the fur ruff of his Snowquill: Revali's words have the ring of a familiar refrain, rendered less irritating with repetition.
"I do hope you appreciate that," Revali continues, needling. Link tries to imagine the expression he would be wearing, how he might gesture emphatically: swooping drama, theatrical in motion, every inch of his persona polished and practiced.
Every facet of doubt buffed away, hidden behind that carefully constructed confidence.
"How long did it take you?"
Revali makes a sound of affront and this reaction, this one Link can picture: his head tilting up, his feathers puffing out in displeasure.
"Four," he says shortly, and Link leans back to stare at the shape of Vah Medoh's head overhead, no longer trying to disguise his grin.
"Four hours?" he asks, keeping his tone light and just this side of innocent. "Four days?"
"Four attempts," Revali snaps, and Link should have known, really. Revali always was exactly as good as he claimed. If only he could have met Ganon's Blight when in optimal condition... Link doubts Windblight could have bested Champion Revali, if the battle hadn't been stacked in its favour.
The thought is bitter, and not something Link should dwell on. The last thing Revali would want is Link's sympathy. So he pushes it aside,
"You don't have to rub it in," says Link, but he's smiling as he says it. While Revali splutters in protest, Link smiles, and huffs out a laugh, and desperately tries not to linger on just how unfair it is that the Champions, that Revali, should have fallen when he was granted this second chance.
All he can do is make the most of it, and avenge them.
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"Dead ahead."
Revali's voice is all around Link, carried in the column of his Gale. Link can't look at him, can't afford to take his eyes off the rampaging incarnation of Malice below, and Revali must know that.
He wouldn't speak at such a crucial moment, otherwise.
His next words come so close to Link's ear that, if Revali lived, his breath would surely be warm against the shell of it. Instead Link felt only the cold grip of Gale, the only touch Revali had ever bestowed on him.
"Don't miss," Revali tells him.
It sounds like affection.
It sounds like faith.
It sounds like goodbye.
"Got it," Link says—or tries to, but the winds snatch his voice away.
At least that means Revali probably heard him. Cold comfort. Comfort all the same.
He shoots. Dead ahead.
He doesn't miss.
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acetier · 1 year
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“Dead ahead. Don’t miss.”
((aka me realizing i’m still down bad for revalink at 3am : ^ ) when you call revali’s gale in the dark beast ganon fight so you can take the final shot together 👌 close up under cut!))
Edit: @ginneke​ wrote an amazing fic inspired by this piece here!
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just a small collection of various link studies
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A warm afternoon and a familiar presence
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massive, self-indulgent elden ring art dump feat. varré and my tarnished, torin
he’s a lonely man of faith who finds himself slowly becoming disillusioned in said faith and succumbing to the Local Bad Influence (varré)
also wish you could bring your terrible little war surgeon with you when you become elden lord ,’:^)
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