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beanghostprincess · 4 months
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Zoro and Sanji are each other's confidants because despite constantly saying they can't stand each other, they trust the other the most when it comes to stuff they know for sure the rest of the crew won't like. They're each other's "nothing happened" moments. Sanji knows about Thriller Bark. Zoro knows about Wano. Sanji knows about all the burden Zoro has to carry. Zoro literally has Sanji's life on his hands. They trust each other with the things they can't tell their captain. They're his wings so they have to rely on each other to keep the crew from falling. There's just something about the unspoken trust and bond these two have that makes me go insane.
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seyaryminamoto · 1 month
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Fic-to-Art #39: Gladiator's ELEVENTH Anniversary! (+ BONUS: Fic-to-Art #36...)
And here we are! March 26th arrived and I did not forget about it, but I paid for my ambitious madness with my wrist and forearm. Somehow, I finished my intended pieces on time, but I do not advise that you ever try to make 9 artworks in 3 days. No, sir. Bad life decisions, that's what that was... but this fic, as anyone knows, moves me to do things I never thought possible, starting with writing the fic itself!
It's really crazy every time it hits me that I've been doing this for as long as I have. It's been a complicated, chaotic journey, with its many ups and downs, but ultimately, it has been our journey. For some people, this is just one more fic in the pile: for me, it's been the best adventure of my life so far. Everyone who has ever been touched by Gladiator, who has ever cherished this story, who's looking forward to the big conclusion, who wants to see how the chaotic war is going to end... you're all part of this crazy adventure along with me, and I can only thank you for joining me.
This year, I had no time to make as big a project as I usually go for. Thus, I did a sort of free-for-all edition of Fic-to-Art over at Patreon and challenged myself to draw as many scenes as I could, out of their suggestions. I even sprinkled in a few scenes I impulsively wanted to draw because I loved writing them or because I look forward to writing them... and this is the result!
In order, the scenes are as follow:
Sokka combing Azula's hair, a common occurrence throughout the story.
Azula watching over a convalescing Sokka in the Chase of Jeong Jeong arc.
The outcome of Sokka's final battle in the Superior Gladiator League, namely a moment where Sokka and Azula more or less gave away their relationship's true nature to the public by raising their hands towards each other...
And now, spoiler territory! Some were by my choice, some by Patreon requests:
An important moment shortly after Sokka and Azula reunite.
Azula confronting her father, with a LOT of backup.
Xin Long's long-awaited freedom.
The aftermath of the final battle.
The full-blown confirmation of their relationship to the general Fire Nation populace.
Sokka, Azula and Hotaru's first night together
And the big final one is ACTUALLY Fic-to-Art #36 but hahaha woops I didn't post it here on time because it was super hard to finish since I had a LOT of things going on... but here it is now! :'D it's a glimpse VERY far into the future of this fic's timeline!
Alright, that should be enough talking and explaining. Some things are vague, some things aren't, but ultimately I really hope you guys will be looking forward to the scenes you haven't seen yet, and to Gladiator's eventual outcome.
So now... with all this being said and done, I'm gonna go take a trip down memory lane and watch my Tenth Anniversary video once more! Feel free to do the same thing if you'd like to commemorate the fic, I think it's a good way to experience Gladiator all over again, hahaha.
Thank you if you read all this, and if you read all THAT: 5 million word landmark, here we come! Thanks for hanging out with me across ELEVEN years of Gladiator!
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gildedmuse · 3 months
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Listen.... Trafalgar Law is like Opposite Pick Me Girl.
Evidence:
He stole Doffy's whole look down to the shirtless sluttiness, feather coat and the earrings.
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He COPIED DOFFY'S ACTIVATION METHOD. How "notice me, senpai!!" is THAT!?
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Like Doflamingo, he acts as though your attempts at torturing him are absolutely precious.
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Law straight up based his jolly roger on Doffy's. Like it's not even kinda subtle. (Not that Law does subtle. Which is weird for someone trying SO HARD to be dark, mysterious, and edge-y as Kikoku. )
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Trafalgar spent years of his life travelling around the world, gaining notoriety and power, putting into place a series of intricate moving parts that all had to come together in just the right way all so Doflamingo would notice him and remember his face forever.
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Law: Please, Young amaster-sama! Oh, please pick me!
Law: To kick your pathetic, subhuman ass.
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[Thanks to @revlischarm who gave me this idea.]
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quirkle2 · 5 months
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[alternate version under the cut for funsies]
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hella1975 · 2 months
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what is happening
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plantaagomaajor · 7 months
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Only Friends hierarchy of needs
(and then they need to end up together in the most mutually unhinged and codependent relationship possible a la HIStory 1: Obsessed)
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s0fter-sin · 1 year
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when midoriya punches the zero pointer at the entrance exam, all might says “show who you are, embody what it means to be a true hero, nothing is nobler than self sacrifice” do you think aizawa heard kill bill sirens
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dailykugisaki · 2 months
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Day 130 | id in alt
I have no idea how Fushiguro dosent stumble over himself and so I made him do it.
Also Kugisaki I saw her run fast as hell girl was basically skipping.
#dailykugisaki#jjk#kugisaki nobara#fushiguro megumi#inumaki toge#Inumaki watching Fushiguro eat shit is funny as hell to specifically me#i have two nice ideas simmering rn#on a heavier note. if anybody EVER refers to whats going on right now as something “political” and not genocide. beat the fuck outta them#privileged assholes are showing themselves more frequently like worms after fresh rain its abysmal#now thats done with#I PERSONALLY THINK KUGISAKI IS PRETTY DAMN FAST#Fushiguro is not he enhances his speed and friction with the ground via shadows thats why he kinda does that#Kugisaki is fast as fuck based on pure spite and hatred for being spun around like a toy#She'll kill panda for that trust me. punt him like a damn football#shes extremely good at manipulating cursed energy its fucking canon so i imagine she knows how to like course that shit through her body ex#ez*#not a master but the best one outta.... basically all the students(not including the third years bc idk where to put them) low-key#she knows her shit#im tired of people saying she dosent know her shit she DOES#She is able to fucking float her nails! i aint seen anybody else float shit on will other than gojo bitch!! SHE IS HER#gojo i know you said Itadori was supposed to be one of those students to surpass you but look at Kugisaki im begging your white haired ass#ive made two au's and man making Kugisaki a witch and Maki an elderitch god and gojo a weird ass vessel n shit#and then the other au is Kugisaki as a fucked up robot and Maki as an angeo of judgement what the fuck am i cooking#bucket is fucking tweaking
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shaykai · 4 months
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Tossing around the idea of Vat’il getting stuck in drow society between him trying to leave the Underdark and finding Bhaal’s temple
Have some loose outfit doodles- I have no idea how long he’s there for so he gets designs for his child and teenage self :>
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s0urfangs · 1 year
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Pact commander who has spent years building up a series of normal and measured responses to situations in his head but overthinks it all anyway. You cannot tell he does this. Will curl up on the floor and shrivel if he feels like he isn't being useful to someone 24/7. Great with kids and huge swords, though.
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martianbugsbunny · 8 months
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I am going to continue believing that Kalluzeb will appear in the Ahsoka show together because I may look like a stupid clown bitch but it will take a better man than Dave Filoni to pry my sense of optimism and hope out of my cold dead hands
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bonefall · 1 year
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Please tell me you still have Fire permanently kill Darkstripe in BC though. That's one of the best parts.
WELL sorta. It's not going to be Firestar-- he's had enough badass cameos and someone else needs a turn.
I'm thinking it's Hawkfrost, actually
I want to turn him into a sort of... half-faded creature. Cheshire Cat of the Dark Forest. In the Great Battle he turned against Tigerstar and was mauled for it, but was able to get dragged back to the DF just in time.
But instead of respawning like the other DF spirits, when he double-died, it was partially permanent.
So he exists in this bizarre half-alive half-gone demon form, only existing for short periods of time. Enough to come save his apprentice Ivypool's daughter's mate, but not long enough to mount a resistance to the impostor.
And, importantly, enough to still enjoy the Dark Forest he had come to truly love, with its evil horses and blood-sap. A ghost among ghosts.
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hauntingblue · 26 days
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Ace...?? they cloned my beautiful wife...
#ace if he was born with his mother's hair but without freckles.......#this 3d intro... damn they spent their coins here but didnt age that well xd#i love how there is nearly a movie for every character that joins since usopp.... sanji got the last one. chopper has one i havent seen#and robin now.... i mean its not their movie but you know what i mean#zoro and nami on the same wavelength i miss you.... my fag and hag sisters....#robin old design i miss you.... her and nami look so different.... not like now....#I MISS CHOPPER OLD DESIGN HE LOOKS SO SILLY!!!#the goofy scenes are too good..... 'luffy what are you doing''nothing just a fight' 'okay dont get lost'#also sanji with robin and nami while the others fight... the girls AND sanji#this guy looks like ace with his kinds long middle part hair and eyes.... and luffy likes seeing hum fight#i am seeing things where there are non but my beautiful not dead yet wife keeps haunting me once again#seeing luffy talk about how if he dies fighting to be pirate king then so be it and like HE DID!!!! AND THAT DIDN'T STOP HIM!!#kids with guns TUN TUN kids with guns TUN TUN#robin made a gigantesco mano.... this was visionary#ROBIN giving back the gun to the child so he shoots luffy and he can bounce it back.... luffy enabler num 1.#nami threatening a child with zoros sword.... i needed this so bad.#shryer.... your drip too hard.... your swag too different.... your smoke too hot.... they will kill you#NOOOOOOO the clone of my beautiful dead wife died just like him.... face down...#the old man is dying and zoro knows....#shryer is alive who woulda thot.....#'be serious' 'im always serious... didnt i get out?' this is him. omg#sanji with the cooking hacks for the fight.... i am sure of it... also sanji spy come back to me....#THE BOY IS THE SISTER??? AND THE OLD MAN AND ACE CLONE ARE BLOWN UP???#it is flour lmao they got their ideas from the fight with crocodile#everyone is alive and well 👍🏻including the hat#that was kinda beautiful with that plot twist and everyone wanting to live and all....#nami strangling zoro!!!! more!!!#talking tag#watching one piece#watching one piece movies
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taichouu · 2 days
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The fact that I don't selfship with present mic is kind of a huge surprise unbeknownst to me considering he fits all the specific criteria for one
- Emotionally Married to his Best Friend
- Physically married to his job
- Least Normal Hair Choice
- Off putting to literally everyone who isn't a freak of nature
- ANNOYING.
- Male Wife
- ???
- Profit
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and-stir-the-stars · 10 months
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saffron pawn evan, a dark silhouette in the doorway of mike's bedroom: *staring like a cat*
mike, praying he wasn't starting back up with the Knife Threat Thing: ...yea, ev?
evan: 😐 sorry your life sucks
mike:
mike: ???? sorry yours sucks too??
“Come on… Just… sleep…!”
Exhausted words tumbled from Michael’s lips, groaning at himself as his dark blue gaze stared listlessly through the cracks in the crumpled white paint on the ceiling. 
It wasn’t that hard. All you had to do was just close your eyes and not think about anything, right? 
Mike tossed and turned on the bed. The scratchy, cheap covers tangled against his limbs as he tried to decide whether he should keep pretending to be trying to fall asleep or if he should just get up and try doing something productive for once. 
The realization came to him gradually, like a deep sea mine drifting closer and closer to shore with every wave on the tide. 
The kid– no, the adult, young adult, that’s what he was, now– flipped from one side of the bed to another. He kicked the covers off, the oppressive heat dampening his skin with a suffocating layer of sweat, before quickly throwing them back on twenty seconds later. 
His skin crawled and he swallowed down a lump in his throat, wincing at the painful reminder that he should have drank a glass of water before heading to bed. 
Michael squeezed his eyes shut with more force than was necessary. 
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. He had to be up early for work tomorrow, so why the hell couldn’t he fall asleep? The world’s easiest task, and yet here he was, failing miserably. 
Typical. 
A pit formed in Mike’s stomach. Hard and angry, aching and heavy, like someone had replaced his insides with bricks. 
Michael’s entire body tensed as he recognized the feeling. 
Ignoring the sudden, panicked light-headedness and the saliva thickening in his throat as though he might vomit at any moment, Mike’s eyes snapped open and his sharp blue gaze flitted around the room on instinct, searching for the danger. 
It was dark in the room, of course. Not just because it was three in the morning, but because Mike needed it to be pitch black to fall asleep. His curtains stayed drawn and his door was always shut, blocking out any possible sources of light, because if there was any light at all then Michael would stay up all night staring at it as though afraid it might disappear at any moment. It was best to just be engulfed in darkness from the very start, in Michael’s opinion. 
Michael blinked the exhaustion from his eyes as his gaze snapped from one part of his room to the next, looking for whatever it was that had set off his sixth sense. Mike had learned a long time ago not to ignore that sixth sense. Better to be safe than sorry. 
His panicked gaze must have passed over the doorway three times before his brain finally registered what was wrong. 
His bedroom door was wide open. 
A human-shaped patch of shadow darker than the rest of the blackness stalked in the threshold. 
Michael jumped, his mind supplying the shadow with a million faces that had hurt him over the years. 
The shadow stayed perfectly still. 
It took Michael several panicked breaths to finally realize his mistake. 
It wasn’t just a human-shaped shadow. 
Evan. Evan, leaning in the threshold, with one hand wrapped anxiously around the doorway, just like he had done when they were both little kids, when Evan had had a nightmare and would stand in Mike’s doorway debating whether Mike would get mad if he came inside. 
Evan’s pale face shone in the darkness. Mike wondered how long Evan had been standing there and how he could have missed seeing his brother in the threshold, even with the dark pajamas keeping the rest of Evan’s frame hidden in the darkness. If Mike had squinted at Evan’s face, he would have been able to make out the dull gleam of Evan’s eyes, but it wasn’t Evan’s face that Mike was looking at. 
No, Michael’s gaze jerked between Evan’s sides, looking for any semblance of a metallic gleam as the memory of waking up to a knife at his throat made the older Afton’s blood freeze in his veins. 
Michael hadn’t known what had been worse: the frighteningly cold press of the metal against his skin, the warm trickle of blood down his neck from the knife nicking him as Mike struggled, the bone-chilling horror at the realization of what Evan had tried to do, or seeing the agony that had been splayed on Evan’s face as Ev realized that he couldn’t kill his older brother the same way he killed all those animals in the woods outside. 
Mike’s fingers white-knuckled against the scratchy blankets. He forced one shaky breath down his throat after another. The oxygen burned his throat with every breath as he checked Evan’s hands again, trying hard to pretend that Evan finding his way into Mike’s room in the dead of night, armed with anger and fists and sharp nails and teeth and occasionally with a kitchen knife that Mike stupidly hadn’t properly locked away, wasn’t a semi-regular occurrence. 
(Maybe Michael should have kept his door locked at night. No, there was no maybe about it– he definitely should have it locked. But he couldn’t, because what if Evan needed him and couldn’t get in because Mike had decided to be selfish?)
Evan hadn’t moved an inch. The teen’s face stayed blank, utterly blank, as he stared at Michael through the darkness. 
Slowly, Mike peeled himself from the mattress and propped himself up on his elbows. “Y-Yeah, Ev?” 
Evan’s green gaze tracked Michael as he moved. Silence weighed heavily in the air, and Michael’s gaze slipped down to Evan’s suspiciously empty hands again. 
Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t do that again, Michael begged even as another voice in his head whispered that he was a fool for expecting anything else.So what if Evan gave him a little scare? So what if Evan hurt him? Of course he deserved anything Evan would do to him. And Evan never came into Michael’s room like this for any other reason. 
Finally, after much too many panicked heartbeats pounding inside Michael’s chest, something happened. 
A nervous gleam flashed in Evan’s eyes, as well as something else, something deep and troubled and terrified that Mike didn’t quite know how to name. The corners of Evan’s lips twitched, dipping downward into the smallest frown.
“...Sorry that your life sucks.” 
The words left Evan’s throat in a voiceless mumble. It took Michael a moment to piece the near-silent mumbles into words, and even when he did, he could only blink at his little brother, certain that he must have misheard. 
Michael’s lips fluttered soundlessly. 
Ever since their argument a few days ago about why Mike had left alone when he ran away from the Afton household, Evan had been asking to know more and more about what had happened after he ran away. 
And Michael had been answering his questions. Kind of. Just telling Evan about the lighter stuff that had happened and the things that were so commonplace that Mike had quickly grown used to them; so used to them that he could talk about them without his voice shaking and breaking apart. 
Outside of the occasional confused frown, Evan hadn’t reacted to the stories Mike had told all that much.
Maybe Michael had taken the lack of reaction as affirmation that his “traumatic” stories weren’t actually all that bad. 
Maybe that was why Michael was so flabbergasted now. 
“Um…” Mike winced as his voice cracked on the single syllable. His tongue pressed against the backs of his front teeth, his brain trying to stutter out a sincere confused ‘thank you?’ before the elder Afton squashed the urge down and struggled to come up with another response.. “...Sorry yours sucks too?” 
Evan’s frown deepened, but outside of that, Evan had no reaction to Michael’s quiet response. 
The two of them stared at each other in a silence that seemed to last forever. 
Mike shifted in his bed, uncomfortable with all the staring, but Ev didn’t seem to notice. He stayed locked in place in the threshold, his eyes locked on Mike as though searching for something. 
“Did you… need something?” Mike finally asked. His brain wandered once again to when they were both little, when toddler Evan would stand in his door after a nightmare until Mike hissed at him to go. “Did you want to come in…?” 
Despite the darkness, Mike didn’t need to see it to know that, across the room, Evan tensed. The audible, sharp inhale that ripped past Evan’s lips clued Mike in on that. That unusual– nowadays it was unusual, at least– tender, nervous gleam left Evan’s eyes at once, his face carefully smoothing over as he took a step back, away from Michael. 
The last thing Michael saw of Evan was his head shaking ‘no’ before he took another step back and disappeared, consumed by the shadows lurking in the hallway. 
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tiredesperdad · 8 months
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I've been thinking about their dynamic way too much since I've started playing age of calamity + replaying breath of the wild so here are some of my thoughts about Teba and Revali under the cut.
Like sadly age of calamity barely scratches the surfaces but man their relationship could be so interesting and if you ask me there isn't nearly enough Revali&Teba fanfic out there. I need them to bond in those "the champions live" AUs, I need it!
Anyway....
So we have Revali. Champion of the Rito. Master of the sky and greatest archer they have ever seen. He worked his ass off to create his gale and he's regarded highly among the Rito even a hundred years after his death. But also he was most likely still very young. There are different headcanons but I'd like to think that he was of similar age as Zelda and Link. We don't know anything about his family but either he wasn't really close with anyone while he was still alive or he lost everything in those 100 years he was gone (most likely a bit of both). He's a bit of a drama queen. He acts arrogant but we know from the champion's ballad dlc that he was rather insecure and putting up a front. He's the kinda guy you sometimes just wanna tell to shut up.
Then you have the Rito who look up to him. Nobody had a blood connection to him or really remembers him as an individual, not like the other champions. He's kind of a legend among the Rito.
And that brings us to Teba.
Teba, like the rest of the Rito, always looked up to their champion and the stories they were told about him. He's the best warrior the Rito have at the time of breath of the wild. He has a son and wife but still acts pretty reckless. Saki and Harth describe him as impulsive and Teba describes himself as rather blunt and direct. He seems like a bit of a grump but also is caring.
And now put those two together.
Like I just love this dynamic of Teba meeting /the/ Rito champion, the guy he spent his whole life looking up to and he's barely older than a fledgling. He's a kid whose kind of a dickhead but also absolutely has all of the skills that are remembered about him. But also like holy shit he's so young. And alone. There are no blood relatives left, everyone he knew is dead. He probably didn't even have many connections while he was still alive. Revali went through a lot of shit, too. Like depending on the AU he not only woke up 100 years later but he probably remembers the fight against windblight ganon, he remembers the fear, he remembers dying maybe. But also he's too proud to admit it and he doesn't open up to anyone.
But then there's Teba who is blunt, he's direct. So I'd like to think he'd be the perfect person for Revali in such a scenario because let's be real, Revali needs someone who will call out the bullshit once in a while and just flat out tells him what he doesn't want to hear but needs to hear. Maybe someone who sees him for the person that he is and not just the champion Revali.
Also I feel like at some point the Rito (in Revali's time) were looking up to Revali so much he really just lived that front of the Rito champion. He couldn't show weakness, he always had to be strong and perfect and couldn't make any mistakes. But that shit can't keep going and Teba probably would just.... kick his ass about it once in a while.
Plus I'm 100% accepting from age of calamity that Revali is good with kids and takes on Tulin/trains him (maybe even the other kids).
Anyway.... Just.... Revali's and Teba's dynamic man. I just love the thought of Teba being that adult that Revali so desperately needs but I also like the thought of these two shitheads impulsively going off all the time and driving Saki and Harth crazy. You have Revali who is about to do something stupid and everyone is like "ah thank god Teba went to stop him" but Teba 100% would go along with it almost every time.
Also sidenote: Give me those Kass and Revali bonding moments. There are exactly zero Kass&Revali fanfics on AO3 and it's killing me, I love Kass so much, please give Revali a calm adult who will play songs for him, thanks.
Also another sidenote: I know mute Link is a big headcanon in the fandom but I've always imagined that he's much more talkative after losing his memories and that would be the reason why he and Revali would get along a lot better if the champions ended up being alive after the 100 years of Link sleeping. A big reason why Revali dislikes Link so much is because he doesn't speak his mind and shows no emotions so I think they absolutely could get over this with Link just being more open (and Revali swallowing his pride for once) because he doesn't have to put up a front anymore.
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