“Wait do we Zeldas need nicknames like the Links?”

“I’ll take Gladiolus.”

//Zelda nicknames are best nicknames fight me,

//Sorry, sorry, had to clean the house for my sister, then my dad needed me to run errands! Still cleaning but,

“The next Link to treat me like a princess will get the business end of the Master Sword.”

//Me, looking at my Zelda AU: Give this bitch her half brother so she wants to die like all who wield the sword,

“I am a knight! Not your princess! Plus it’s weird.”

Long hair is a hassle. It get caught, things grab it…

She used to do the same to me! That’s why I cut it.

“I had cut mine before leaving Gerudo Town to join the guards, but they made me keep it short. It grew again after the slumber, but I kinda just…-ignored it for awhile before cutting it once more.”

“Hmm…-Perhaps a flaw in your Shrine Of Resurrection? Mine grew abnormally long, which might have been a flaw as well…”

//I do not feel well, so I’m going to bed soon. Apologies!

“Motherfucker—!” A guardian spotted her.

Gladiolus—The flower of strength. The Gladiator. That is her.

//Zelda cannot hear Fi, but her Link can, causing her doubt. Link, however, does have trouble unlocking his sealing power. He showed promise when young, but it stopped at small scales. Until the final memory, when he protected his half sister with it.

“Hiya!”

She’s in a fully upgraded champion’s tunic, Hylian trousers and topaz earrings.

Screw no pants. She’s wearing pants. She worked hard for the right to wear pants.