love knows no race

I’ve been wondering why if Ganon can be reborn as a Gerudo, Zelda and Link can’t also be! Or be born as any other race in Hyrule, for that matter. (I know, I know, Zelda has “Hyrule Royal Family Lineage” going on, but what’s Link’s excuse??)


At that moment, he realized seeing his two favorite people smile at the end of the day was his refuge. His safe haven. As long as he knew they were happy, he could endure the pain a little while longer. 

You do not have to apologize for..

*English not being your first language.
* For being scared to come off anonymous
* For asking a wcif question
* Trying to get to know me
* Spamming me, I love spam. 😊
* Being a different race or gender than I am.
* Coming to me for your personal matters
You are valid here, you matter. And you sure as hell don’t go unnoticed

Your Body Is My Wonderland (smut)


Requested: no (Fluff in the beginning) 

Word count: 4,224

I was resting my back against Shawn’s broad chest, while his fingers were running through my wet newly washed hair. We were chilling in bed, watching movies after a long day for the both of us. We were sipping beers, celebrating this day finally coming to an end.

I was tucked tightly into a blanket, feeling Shawn place tender kisses on my neck once in a while. His arms were tightly shut around my body, making every inch of my skin feel tickly just by his faint yet loving touches.

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Ilegal Car Races AU

After a really long car trip I realised how much I’d enjoy reading a klance AU with ilegal car races, like,

  • Keith is one of the best drivers 
  • Lance is part of the cops
  • Pidge is responsible for making the modifications of Keith’s car
  • Hunk is Lance’s best friend and also part of the cops
  • Shiro is Keith’s brother and has no idea Keith’s is participating on ilegal races.

Like image Shiro and Keith being poor and strugeling to get money. Shiro has a honest job but he barelly manages to win enough to put food on the table. Keith rash and impulsive as always figures he could make some money if he won some of the car races.

Matt has a garage and Pidge helps out. She learns about Keith’s plan and desides to help him out, since he know some stuff about mechanics but he’s pretty much hopeless in general.

Keith starts racing to get money but he actually starts enjoying it a lot and cant bring himself to stop.

Meanwhile, Lance is given a job where he has to infiltrate the ilegal races to identify the races and the big guys who organizing it.

Also gotta point out I totally picture Lance flirting with girls in his police officer uniform, just saying.

Obviouslly Lance falls for Keith cuz who wouldnt? and screws up in his work probably.

Also I can totally imagine Keith driving his red car with Lance sitting on the front passenger seat, probably being chased by the police or something and Keith is just doing all that cool junk and Lance is just screaming “You’re gonna kill us both!” and Keith just like “Shut up and trust me!”

Opinions on the queens so far

Aja - I already follow her on ig and her look is gorgeous, I adore her aesthetic

Farrah Moan - she is so beautiful I literally could just stare at her face for hours it is that gorgeous

Nina Bo'nina Brown - she seems like such an interesting person and I am so excited to see what lewks she brings to the stage

Valentina - again she is so beautiful?? like this is such a beautiful season??

Shea Coulee - again, already followed her on ig and she is absolutely gorgeous and so interesting

Eureka - she seems really cool and I’m interested to see what ‘non-big girl’ looks she pulls off

Peppermint - she seems so graceful and gorgeous and lovely and wonderful I just wanna hug her

Sasha Velour - her look was so interesting and I’m again excited to see what looks she brings, her style seems so different to most of them

Alexis Michelle - she seems like a really cool mix between campy and beautiful and I really love her

Charlie Hides - she seems totally mad and I love it

Kimora Blac - for some reason I really relate to her and love everything she said in her video which is very unexpected if you know me irl

Jaymes Mansfield - again, so beautiful, everyone is so beautiful

Trinity Taylor - her look is really cool as well


Coccinelle meets Black Cat.

Keep Ya Safe

Originally posted by alphabetbet

Keep Ya Safe

Raphael x Reader

Note: Me: *has 30 requests I need to write, a play to finish, and exams to study for* Also Me: Eh, why not write something literally no one asked for. Hey guys, remember that stuffed turtle I bought way back? Yeah, so do I. Anyway, I kinda smushed a request into this one a little bit. Tried to. Anyway, fluff for my favorite hothead. I might have some Leo coming up later too, so keep your eyes peeled.

Raph. Was. So. Bored. But it was day, so he couldn’t leave the lair, and you were at school anyway so he didn’t really have anywhere to go. And so therefore, he was lifting weights, as usual. Needless to say, he wasn’t expecting to hear your voice so soon.

“Boo!” You sprang into his makeshift gym.

“(Y/N)? Don’t ya have school today?”

“Skipped.” You answered, dropping down onto the large pillow in the corner of the room. Your reading nook. Raph’s eyes widened.

“Woah, we got a badass over here.” He looked impressed.

“Kidding. Half-day. Exams.” You laughed. “I’m a goody-two-shoes. We both know that.”

“Heh, right.” He chuckled. “So what’cha doin’ here? Don’t ya got better things to do than hang out in the sewers?”

“Nah.” You shrugged. “Figured I’d pay my best friend a visit.”

“Ah.” He nodded. “Well, as you can see, not much is goin’ on down here.”

“Do you have patrol tonight?”

“Nope. Why?”

“Do you maybe want to come over to my place and watch a movie?”

“Yeah, sure. What’s on the docket tonight, shorty?”


“What’s that about?”

“You’ll see.” You smiled innocently. “So are you in?”

“I don’t see why not.” But what he didn’t say was: I would watch paint dry if it was with you.  


After dark, you waited in your room for Raph’s tapping on your window. Soon enough, he arrived and lumbered inside the window that was just barely big enough for the massive muscular turtle.

“(Y/N), ya here?”

“In the kitchen making popcorn!” You called. “Stay in there I’ll be out in a minute!”

“All right.” He looked around your room. Everything was set up, the movie’s menu playing on the screen. He sat down on your bed, causing it to creak beneath his weight. It was then that he noticed something sitting there. It was a medium-sized stuffed turtle. But that wasn’t all. It had a red bandana tied around its eyes. Raph’s cheeks suddenly matched his mask. He held it in his large hands, still not able to believe this was something that was sitting on your bed. Something you…slept with.

And in that instant, he imagined you, curled up in your sleep. Curled up in his huge arms. He pictured the sleepy breaths and quiet mumbles, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you against his plastron, to bury his face in your soft skin and kiss away all of your troubles.

He was in love with you.

Shit, why hadn’t he realized it sooner? You had been in front of him all along, and he had never…he had never felt this way. No, maybe he had. The days you wore your red t-shirt or the turtle charm that sometimes dangled around your neck. He liked to imagine you were his. He wished you were.

He wanted to hold your hand and hold you close, and God, he wanted to kiss your lips. Your soft human lips. Usually when he looked at his reflection, he could never imagine anyone loving him. He could never imagine anyone calling him theirs. But this turtle had changed everything, his entire outlook on love had shifted after spending two minutes in your room.

You opened the door, a large bowl of popcorn tucked under your arm and your hair pulled up into a messy bun. You weren’t wearing make-up, but you had never looked more gorgeous.

“What’s this?” he couldn’t stop the words from falling out of his mouth. Now your face was red.

“Oh, um, that’s my…um…” you sighed. “He just makes me feel safe, you know, when I’m asleep.”


“Yeah.” You replied.

“So…” a ghost of a smile pulled at his scarred lips. “I make ya feel safe.”

“Yes.” You nodded and awkwardly walked over to the bed. “You do.”

“What are ya scared of?” he asked quietly as you sat down beside him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Losing you.” You mumbled.


“Losing you.” Your whisper was slightly louder this time.

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere. I promise.” His giant green finger turned your chin to face him. His eyes were soft and earnest. “Listen, I uh…” his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest and run down the street. “I might be all rough on the outside, but uh, ya make me wanna be soft…for ya. And I just wanna protect ya. Because you’re so small and I’m so big, and if anything ever hurt ya…I don’t know what I’d do.”

There was a long silence. You stared at him for a long time, trying to find the words.

“I know that’s a lot to dump on ya. I’m sorry, I know you probably…I’m a turtle and you’re…I’m sorry I’ll just-”

“I love you.” You blurted, heart racing. “I don’t know for how long I have, but I do. A lot. I can’t explain it. You just make everything feel right. You make me feel safe.” You poked the plushie. “Even if it’s just this.”

“You don’t need it to keep ya safe. Not anymore. I’ll, uh…I’ll keep ya safe. I promise.” There was a long moment of silence. Raph slowly reached out, pulling you into his arms and onto his lap. You curled into his plastron and exhaled a huge sigh of relief. “So…what’s the movie about?”

“A big rough red guy who falls in love with a human girl.” You replied quietly. Raph chuckled.

“Let me guess, that was your back-up plan?”

“You could say that, yeah.”

“Well it woulda worked.” He kissed your forehead.

“Noted.” And with that, you pressed play.

Keith Theory

Keith’s mother is Zarkon’s sister, so that would make Keith Zarkon’s nephew and also Lotor’s cousin.

So not only was he born the enemy but he is also related to the greatest enemy.

That “Oh Crap I’m In Love With My Best Friend” Kind of Feeling

This is entirely self-indulgent and has no plot whatsoever. I just wanted an excuse to write Hunk and Lance going from oblivious to sucker punched by feelings in the span of a kiss. Hope you enjoy!

“Oh, what’s the matter, Lance?” Pidge croons, leaning in for a closer view of Lance’s miserable expression. “Your alien girlfriend dump you?”

“Shut up,” Lance grumbles into his arms.

“What happened?” Hunk asks from beside him, a warm hand already resting on Lance’s back.

Lance sighs and turns to look up at the two of them with a pout. “I thought we hit it off, but now she’s making out with that guy.”

Pidge and Hunk glance over. Sure enough, the tall pink alien who had been so attentive to Lance just moments ago is now pressed up against an orange alien who’d been nursing a glittery drink across the bar.

“Ooh…” Hunk pats Lance’s back. “Sorry, man.”

“It’s fine.” Lance lays his head back down on the bar. “Just leave me here to wallow.”

Pidge rolls her eyes and picks up her drink. “Okay, now this is just sad and boring.”

Hunk ignores her, lowering his voice to a more soothing tone as he answers Lance instead. “Why don’t we just head back to the ship? It’s pretty quiet in here anyway.”

Lance sits up, a burst of energy brightening his expression. “Or…” He looks back at the alien who’d rejected him, eyes narrowed. “I could find someone else and rub it in her face.”

“And we’re back to interesting,” Pidge murmurs, sipping her drink.

“Well, you’ve hit on everyone at the bar, and she was the only one who was interested,” Hunk reminds him with a small shrug. “Maybe it’s time to call it a night?”

Lance turns to face Hunk. “Hunk. You’re my best friend, right?”

“Of course,” Hunk answers automatically.

“You’d do anything for me?”

“Yeah, man.”

“Kiss me.”

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Anxiety was wedged into the corner of the couch, knees drawn up to his chest. The epitome of physical comfort, he smirked to himself as he scrolled through tumblr. Physical was the key word there as he attempted to distract himself from his thoughts which were, to put it mildly, uncomfortable.  He glanced up at Prince who was sitting at the dining room table, polishing his katana and humming a happy tune that Anxiety didn’t recognize. Anx felt a stab of jealousy as he watched the man work. Though he may not have been as physically comfortable as Anxiety currently was in his warm soft ball, it was obvious that the inside of Prince’s head was very comfortable.  

“You’re staring.” Prince said in a light hearted, sing-song voice; not bothering to look up from his work.

“No I wasn’t” Anxiety said a bit to defensively. “I was just zoned out.”

“Sure.” The fanciful man said, his tone one of teasing disbelief. Anxiety rolled his eyes and settled deeper into the cushions before turning his attention back to his dash, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to Roman’s face, so happy and concentrated at the same time.

Morality and Logic came into the room just then, on their way to the kitchen. Logic’s face was twisted up as he tried to make sense of Dad’s inane babbling. Anxiety would  remind him that it was a hopeless endeavor, but it was much more entertaining to watch him get wound up. Dad made another terrible joke which caused Logic to throw his hands in the air and make a very frustrated sound before turning to the fridge.  Morality turned and threw the other two a mischievous wink before launching into a set of even worse dad jokes.  

Prince and Anxiety shared a dumbfounded look. He had always assumed that Morality was just that oblivious, the idea that he was purposely rilling Logan up was near unimaginable.

“Aw, don’t be mad at me.” Morality said to Logic’s backside. “Tell you what kiddo, let’s make a couple sandwiches then we can watch a documentary of your choosing?” Logan visibly brightened at that.

“Aren’t they cute?” Prince asked once the room was empty again.

Anxiety made a disgusted sound but that jealous feeling was niggling at him again.

“You know…we could be cute.“ The other man continued. That actually made him snort, not even bothering to look up to see if Prince was serious. “I’m being sincere

Anxiety stared at Roman for a long time, a whirlwind had started in his head and each thought was worst than the last.  “Look,” he started slowly, “I get not wanting to be alone, but that doesn’t mean you should just pair up with whoever’s around. There is someone out there for you.” the optimism felt unfamiliar on his tongue, but not necessarily false. He was sure that for someone like Prince there were a thousand someones.

The other man sheathed his blade with a snort, Anxiety flinched away from the sound. “A) I’m not some lonely guy looking to hook up. B) You are not some lonely guys hook up, okay? And C)” there was a pause as Prince’s face shifted into a grin,” You’re my yang.” Then he gave him his best Charming Smile. The one that said ‘I know that was cheesy but you loved it anyways.’ Anxiety’s brain raced trying to figure out what was going on, his whole body was screaming “Danger!” However, Roman’s smile was gentle and sincere as he moved to sit in front of Anxiety on the couch. He placed one hand on Anxieties knee which was still drawn up towards his chest.

“Anxiety, do you remember that day we talked about Disney films?” Anx gave a wary nod. “You’ve been on my mind a lot since that day. I thought perhaps I had a missed judged you, and indeed I had. I have watched you closer the past few weeks, and all I can think about is talking to you again, seriously and deeply. I want to know you and understand you. I want you challenging my ideas and occasionally calling me out on my crap. Also I suspect you to be a fantastic cuddler. “ That last was said with a giant grin, but the longer Anxiety simply stared at him the more doubt crept into the others eyes. It was an expression he had never seen on the others face, it broke his, heart which was hammering against his ribs, but he still couldn’t force any words past his throat.

“I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot all at once, but think about it will you?” With that Roman rose gracefully, placing a kiss atop his head before leaving the room.

Now alone, wedged in the corner of the couch, Anxiety trembled struggling to believe what he’d heard, struggling to drown out the dark voices whose words were harsh and bitter.  Could Thomas’ Dreams and Nightmares get along, coexist? Could they be a …Dream Team? He thought channeling his inner dad.


Anxiety went looking for Roman, not sure what he would say to him and doing everything in his power not to think about. He focused on finding the other and reciting the lyrics to songs instead. The effect was wearing off, he needed to find the other quickly or the dark thought would win out and he’s just go home. Finally he spotted him, his white shirt and red sash barely visible in the dusk. He was seated on the top of a grassy hill, watching the fireflies come out. Anxiety walked up quietly behind him, heart thudding and hoping hard than he’d ever hoped that the Prince had ment each of his words.  Roman looked up at him questioningly once he realized he was there, but once again his words were stuck in his throat. Instead he sat down next to the man, leaning his head against the broad shoulder and threading their hands together. All of the tension left Prince’s frame and he let out a small relieved sigh that Anx would have missed had he not been sitting so close. It made him smile a little, surely even Prince was not that god an actor?

Roman Kissed the top of his head again before leaning his own against it. “I’m not perfect. Much as it pains me to admit it.”

Anxiety raised his head so he could give Prince as confused look. “I’m not perfect but I’m going to try, Anxiety I’m going to try so hard.” Before his stupid cloudy dark brain could catch up with him he leaned forward and kissed him.

“Me too.” He whispered.

One thing I really, really want and need is an Altean Lance and Galra Keith Romeo and Juliet AU. 

I’ve see tonnes of art and fics where the Galra and Alteans are on peaceful terms and Keith and Lance fall in love gradually because they see each other often and while that is fluffy and cute, I think some angst is in order. 

Not in “they end up dying” sort of angst but the angst where they love each other but they know that their races hate each other. They have internal conflicts about “why did it have to be him?”. Just the romeo and juliet norm.