when I saw @themindbehindthejork ‘s oc Viridi I just knew I had to ask if I could draw her!! She has such a cool design and I love her fins and her colors so much! Thanks for letting me draw your oc!!
Late nights laying in bed together.
trying something a little new with shading. enjoying the process of drawing without really any goal. I wanted to draw something soft and sweet between the boys; this doodle got slightly out of hand and I just went with it. I like to imagine Link is scrolling through tiktok for recipes
first sketchbook pages! Drew some Aywin and some Revali ♡
scrapped comic from the Link blog that was just a smidge too revalink coded for the post I wanted to use it for. but anyway, they’re having some snuggle time <3 the only time Link would interrupt Revali infodumping is to give him kisses
He hears a clatter from the other room and the little rito’s curse. It makes him snort as he grabs his towel and bottle again, moving back into the main room where he left Revali sitting at his dining table.
Somehow the little rito is now on the floor. Staring miserably up at the crossbeams in her roost like they’ve somehow personally insulted him. “I hate you.” Revali says. Still glowering above him and Milap sits back in his armchair, taking a slow drag from his bottle.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” She snorts again, amused when Revali whips his head around to glare at her and groans as vertigo hits him even on the floor.
“You bitch.” He slurs. “I said I wanted to get drunk. Not be sent to Hylia.”
Milap reaches for the bowl of tree nuts on the side table. Popping one into their mouth unconcerned. “Not my fault you can’t handle your liquor.” She says around a full mouth. Particulates falling onto her feathers where her shirt is unlaced. “Maybe if you weren’t such a chickadee about it-“
“I am NOT!” Despite his obvious dizziness Revali forces himself up and turns towards her. Wing outstretched to keep his balance. “I am not a chickadee! Take that back.” They keked in the back of their throat, slouching further into the comfort of the plush wool chair and held the bottle outstretched to the little rito. Revali’s face sours further. Glaring at the bottle while he debates the benefit of looking like a wuss or potentially not waking up tomorrow.
“I ain’t got all night chickadee.” He shakes the bottle and Revali chatters irritably as he takes it. Ignoring him again, Milap takes the bowl properly into his wings. Crunching away happily while Revali dig his own grave into the worst hangover he’ll ever experience in his life.
“See??” He says as he finishes. “Not a chickadee.” Clumsily he sets the bottle down on the table. Talons dragging against the rug in a way that might actually trip him if he’s not careful.
“Watch it.” They snap. Tracking him as he stumbles his way around to the bookshelf to glare at their choice in literature. He pulls a book and Milap can’t be bothered to gripe at him for it, letting him leaf through it with a drunken disinterest.
“None of these are interesting. What do you even do when you’re noth smithing?”
Beak quirking as his lisp peaks through he nods his head towards the other chair. Revali ignores him and keeps browsing his books. “I sit. And enjoy the silence of not having children bother me.” The little rito crows, offended and drops his fifth edition Complete Metalsmith on the floor. Her beak grinds in irritation. That’s a good book.
“I am not a child!” Both their eyes are narrowed at one another and Revali stalks towards him. “Besides. You let the hylian brat hang around your smith all day when he’s here. He’s younger than me!” Milap clucks at him in the back of his throat and Revali trills back.
“Yes. He is quiet.” You are not. “And polite.” Which you are also not. Revali growls low and angry.
“I don’t know what everyone sees in him. He’s not that great.” The kids feathers are rising. Working himself up over nothing. Never a great idea to do in general and certainly not a good one when drunk. But they can’t be bothered to care too much. If they exhaust themselves putting out one fire, Revali will just light another. So they stand to fix the books he left out of order on the shelf and put his Master Smithing back in its rightful place. She can hear Revali pacing behind her. Chattering under his breath. “Yes. I suppose he’s strong! And skilled with a sword! And maybe easy on the eyes. And- ugh- Hylia forbid nice.” He hisses the last word. “But he’s egotistical! And his bowmanship is crap. And last time he came to the village he acted like I didn’t know what his horse was!” He turns indignantly gesturing in Milap’s direction. “I know what a horse is! I go outside.” Revali’s braids clatter when he shakes his head. “And besides! He’s not all that good looking! He’s got a slightly chipped front tooth and his hair is a weird texture and- and-“ Milap turns, brow raised as Revali flounders. Beak opening and closing as his drunken brain works in overtime.
“He’s short!” He settles on, staring unfocused at the rug. She can’t help but laugh at him again. Throwing a wing around his shoulder.
“Look, just cause you have a hate crush on the dove doesn’t mean he’s a bad kid.” Revali squawks angrily at his words and fumbles to get out from under his wing. Violently flapping his own.
“I do nOT have a crush-!!!” His voice cracks halfway through the sentence and they watch in amusement as his feathers around his face flatten till he looks like a drowned cat. “I don’t know what makes you think I have a CRUSH but you’re wrong.” She chitters at him and leans into his space.
“Listen, I’m not the best for giving advice on this sort of thing. But it’s pretty obvious you have some kind of hate-crush-sex attraction thing going on with him.” He growls at her again and she just raises her brow in response. “Remember Alaida?” She says. His eyes widen and his crest raises and he stares blankly for a few minutes while the name processes until he chirps out and embarrassed sound.
“I- I didn’t- that wasn’t-! oh goddess……” Milap pats his shoulder and he buries his face in his wings mortified. “oh. how long was it that obvious? I’m so foolish. I’ve made an ass of myself.” She takes pity on his spiraling and grabs his shoulder again.
“Alright chickadee. You need to lay down. And eat something.” It’s a testament to how intoxicated he is that she has no problem dragging him down to the floor again. Shoving pillows and blankets at him until he’s at least semi cushioned. Stalking to her kitchenette, she grabs some dried salmon and fruit and a glass of water to balance in her wings and take back to the poor kid. Revali is chirping embarrassedly when they return. Head propped on his own knee, curled into a ball. “Eat.” They command. Pushing the jerky into Revali’s wing. He groans and shakes his head.
“Not ungry.”
“Don’t care. Your stomach is empty and you’re gonne feel like death tomorrow if you sleep like that.” They crouch to his level and force a beady red eye to meet Revali’s blown pupil. “Eat. Or I make you.” He groans again but complies slowly. Taking tiny nibbles of jerky with his eyes scrunched shut.
Content that he’ll not choke, she stands and makes for the kitchenette again. Though she can handle her own liquor well, she had quite a bit of that bottle too and she can feel her equilibrium is off. Pouring themself a glass of water and taking a sizable gulp he turns to snark over his shoulder. “You wouldn’t want me to have to regurgitate for you now would you?” They laugh at the disgusted sound he makes.
“Oh gods— shut up. I might actually be sick.” Their keking laugh fills the house and she takes a sick pride in how Revali covers his head with a blanket to drown her out. Good. Maybe he’ll actually sleep now.
She returns to her chair and props her feet up on a stool and waits in the silence a while. Enjoying it. Until she can hear Revali’s soft snores filter out from under the blanket. He chuckles and reaches for a book beside him to read until sleep finally drags him under as well.
#writebart#artbart#fic#oc fic#oc: milap#revali#revali milap#revali’s first time getting drunk with the local hermit who gives him moonshine#this was fun to write#thank you husband for beta reading#thank you nat for letting me name drop your oc for drama#revalink#(if you squint)#might upload this to ao3 cause why not#digital art#milap uses he/she/they#tried to keep it consise but eeh
mod!Vali in highschool. He was a bit of an edgelord
[Link approves]
what if Link borrowed Revali’s shirt after their not-date?
(ignore the feathers)
I made an oc!! Meet Milap!
I think this is the first time I’ve ever made an oc with this much depth and backstory. I’m kinda in love with him! I wanted to go with a indigenous name and I believe Milaap is a hindi word so not native american. But I felt like this suited them better (it means unity, togetherness, coming together). She is my favorite bird and I love her so much
#(if i’m incorrect on the name meaning someone can correct me)#(i did my best there but i am white so i’m not perfect)#artbart#digital art#oc: milap#rito oc#botw oc#she’s kinda a bitch and i have already started thinking about how she’d interact with revali if they ever met#also she’s a magpie!!#(i hc that Revali & Harth are both in the corvidae family so she’d be included too!)#botw#also hc’s around the rito come from particularly indigenous american tribes of the midwestern united states)#again i am white and not perfect but i am working with the information that is most readily accessible to me
yeah guys, I think you’re in love
That hylian girl is very normal and not unsettling to be around at all. nope. not one bit frightening.
Gemsonas/fusions
I chose these ones for very particular reasons: Canelian is a stone of vibrancy and strength. Known for courage and for public speaking, which I felt like really fit for Urbosa/Revali/Link. Where as Idocrase is a stone of deep transformation and is used to help bring balance between the physical and emotional body. I liked the idea of that for Revalink cause that’s what I feel like the boys need
this sketch from my other blog went OFF wowie!!!!!
a kiss with the og botw revalink color palette