#there are enough

[hoaxghost]

The designer for Waluigi released some unused concept art for a 'warupeach' on ig and she looks like such a lil rascal I had to draw her..

[jalattes]

begging people to make female werewolf characters because I watched a video that explained how women in media are usually depicted as dainty animals like birds and cats because of misogyny and fear of portraying females as hairy and unsexy

[harumscarumcos]

no but i promise you i will have a 2017 pin-up calendar made by the end of this year featuring the men of the mcu

[asymbolic]

if you guys keep making networks and promo groups i'll jump into a pool of bleach, no kidding.

[fish-wifey]

Don't ask me I never tell.

Made for two of my cutest, most harmonious lovers~ Their future marriage is blessed by Tom Hiddleston, everyone else can go home. Crack!Fic for my real life most important otp~ Vange for the win >D No cut because fuck you bitches, read more's don't work for me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They're heard it behind them, then a few seconds down the road, it was on their left, in the bushes. Green woods were on either side, lights guiding their way to home. Their home. Vau looked to her left when she thought she heard something. She was positive on her thoughts that it couldn't be the wind rustling through the leaves and tree branches, because it was a not-windy summer night. A light fright came over her, and she pressed ever so lightly into Ange's hand. Who sighed. "Don't be such a wuss, woman. No one is out here to get you." She pushed her glasses up her nose and shwooshed her bangs out of her face smoothly with a whip of her head. "Calm down, ok?" "Nothing out her to get me? And what am I holding hands too?" "Someone who probably will wait until no witnesses are around." "Ha ha ha, very funny. If you haven't noticed, we're alone here..." She turned swiftly to the right now, looking past her girlfriend into the darkness. She couldn't see one single shit out there. But she heard... Ange stopped and looked the same way, eyebrows up, eyes rolling. "There is nothing~ Now can we please go home? I'm tired and hungry and tired and got shit to do. Like screwing you." They walked on in silence: more like, Ange dragging and stiffly walking on (working made one stiff in all the wrong places) and Vau looking around in a half-mad despair. The place was deserted, and neither of them were the bravest... Although Ange easily acted the part. "I don't hear whatever upsets you, but if it would calm you down...we can go into the bushes and make those green stuffs rustle in terror." "Yeah the only terror- oh. my. god." "God, yes. Good you've noticed. Excuse me but, I think I am lost. Would you be ever so kind and show me the way to Stuttgard?" In the middle of the way, their way, stood the God of motherfucking mischief. Horned, caped, smiling, scary. Here. "Ehm-" "Stuttgard. Yes?" While Ange stuttered her way from 'what is even happening' to a 'hello, big fan, love the way you fuck things up', Vau explained in which general direction Stuttgart may be. "Thank you for your kindness, scum. Prepare for world domination by your new king." A cape in their faces, smashing off their glasses. A dark glimmer, wind, and he was gone out of their lives again. Ange looked slowly to her girlfriend, after they had picked, and cleaned up their glasses again. "Did you-" "Vanilla pudding?" "-yeah." "Yup, smelled it strongly." "He spilled it on his crotch too." "What?! He- you- where were you even looking!?" Gaping, Ange threw here hand into the air. "I was looking for words to say ok?" "And you found them down there?" "He's got a silver-tongue, who knows where else he has silver."