What do you get when you take 8-feet of chrome, one pinch of courage, a
cup of good luck, a dab of racism, a splash of diabetes, and a
wheelbarrow of stage 4 cancer? Answer: A family.
Random Headcanon: Link’s androgyny isn’t just an artefact of the Zelda franchise’s art direction – and neither is it particularly unusual. Sexual dimorphism among Hylians is legitimately much lower than among real-world humans; if Link and Zelda swapped clothes, you’d never be able to tell who was the girl and who was the boy.
Consequently, Hylian society depends heavily on clothing to establish gender roles, to the extent that it’s a severe faux pas to question someone’s gender presentation. If they’re dressed like a girl, then they’re a girl – even if they were dressed like a boy yesterday. That’s why nobody ever remarks upon the fact that Zelda and her heroic alter-ego Sheik are different genders; it’d be gauche at best to bring it up.
Good post op
explains why i can be banned from gerudo town, change clothes in front of the guards, and then be welcomed with open arms
shit, this absolutely provides an explanation for it that isn’t just “lazy game mechanism” and is honestly such a solid demonstration of how people should approach genderfluidity.
doesn’t matter if the first time you met the person they presented as male, if they present as female now that means they’re a woman and they’re welcome into gerudo town no questions asked
Also, Link and Zelda 100% do swap places often and you can’t tell me otherwise.
“Princess Zelda, Ganon has made his way into the kingdom! What should we do?!”
so like, @et-in-arkadia, @raven-brings-light, and I all recently found out we have been, independently of each other, coming up with and writing out thorloki fics with similar plot lines and story arcs, even minute fucking character moments, because we share, between the three of us, the same two brain cells
it is truly uncanny and we’re going to have to start planning this stuff out on a spreadsheet soon: ‘ok you can take thor giving up absolutely everything for loki today if i can hold onto loki in the bathtub crying’ ‘sure but who has marathon sex i needed to use that’ ‘i’ll trade you marathon sex for thor smoothing loki’s hair back from his forehead and stroking it while also possibly crying’
I for one welcome our new Thorki deity in their triple aspect.
OKAY YALL WANNA KNOW WHAT I WANNA DO? a Plot where we just throw two random muses together as a married couple and make shit up as we go. no rules. no details. total chaos.
“I am staying still,” Izzy huffed in a non-Izzy like way. She wasn’t used to others brushing her hair. She might have tried to get her brothers to do her hair once when they’d been younger, but since that hadn’t worked out, so she didn’t try it anymore. Now that Clary had offered to try, she wasn’t going to protest. And yet she wasn’t so sure this was a good idea after all.
“Have you ever brushed another girls hair?” Since Clary had grown up with Simon, she imagined not. Unless her mother had let her brush her hair. Sighing, Isabelle sat back and tried to relax. “Just don’t pull it. I know the knots can be bad, but it does hurt. There’s some of that detangling spray over there if you want to use that.”
Clary gave a little smile, nodding. “My mom let me brush hers. I used to braid it.” she replied. “You’rs is just a lot longer than mom’s.” she explained. She reached to grab the detangler, working her way through the long raven hair slowly, gently brushing out Izzy’s hair. “I wish I’d had a sister growing up.” she mused softly as she smoothed out her friend’s hair. “Older or younger, it never mattered. I asked Santa for a sister at Christmas one year.” she laughed at the silly memory, setting the brush down.
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