Emeric: *stroking Vanja's hair* You're so tiny and adorable

Vanja: I could kill you in your sleep

Emeric, with love in his eyes: I know

sorry that he looks so fem i only draw women 😔

🤷🏻‍♀️how draw blood i’ll come back after doing murder ig

thats techno from the necromancer fic btw if you couldn’t recognise him 😔🔥

sent this twice cause idk if there was a difference between ask and submusson sorry 🥲🥹😥😩😔😢😭

When Wynne asked if she had anything to give to Regan, Jade considered passing. After all, they parted ways forever, right? No hard feelings. Regan was adamant there would be no other way to reach her, refusing to disclose the address where banshees got their correspondence. This was breaking the rules, so to speak. And Jade loved breaking dumb rules, but she always respected Regan’s decision over everything.

But there was still conflict in Jade’s heart, so she consulted with her cats over the following days. Concluding, thanks to Lullaby’s wise input, that she couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to reach out. Except, she had nothing to give Regan, nothing she hadn’t already taken with her. More consulting was needed for Jade to have her lightbulb moment. See, there wasn’t a thing Regan needed from her currently, not with Wynne and Elias going after her. But in the future, maybe, possibly, if something came up and minds suddenly changed (as unlikely as that was to ever happen), she wanted Regan to know where she stood. 

Jade figured a change of mind wouldn’t be enough for Regan’s stubborn ass to leave Ireland and what she believed to be her duty behind. No, Jade knew she’d try to make it work, somehow. No matter how miserable she felt. So Jade wanted to give Regan a hand, all the way from Wicked’s Rest, on the chance that Regan felt like her own desires didn’t matter enough to tip the scales. Regan had always been a little weak for Jade’s big-brained logic, hadn’t she? So she ended up handing Wynne a small envelope before they left for Ireland. The outside read: “Break in case of emergency”, and then below, “DO NOT break. OPEN” for Regan and Wynne’s more literal brains.

If Regan were to ever open the envelope, she’d find… a letter. It starts with a dramatic opening, “Regan. Hey…if you are reading this it means [del: I‘m]… things are not looking good”.

“Things might be super mega bad, right now, actually. And I know you wanna stick to your guns, I know you think there’s a way to turn this around and make it work. A last-second 3-pointer that’s gonna fix it all and make your granny cheer (I watched Space Jam, I think that’s how basketball works). I almost wanna believe in you, cause that’s all I do. But please… hear me out. Ireland isn’t the end of it. You can do what you must do here. I should’ve said it. You should’ve stayed. I wanted you to. But that’s not why I’m writing to you. I want you to stop thinking about everyone else but yourself. You are a person too. [del:You’re my] But if you can’t think about you, think about me, okay? You enjoy doing that a lot too.” 

The message is followed by a list titled: “69 reasons why we should be together (number 69 will make your jaw drop)”. Jade started the list months before Ireland was even on the horizon, back when Regan was still pretending there was nothing going on between them. She never planned on finishing it, cause she got the girl, but desperate times called for desperate measures. 

The list… is a bit of a mess. Parts heartfelt, part inside jokes, the numbers are not in order, cause, why would they, it’s Jade? Number 12 talks about both of them being nosy, which totally means they would have all the tea about the town, followed by Number 36, a simple “We can share clothes”. Number 20 is “You need someone to watch whales decompose with, I happen to have my Google alerts on”. Number 69 is just a winky face, but number 66 says, “bog sex might happen”. Number 17 mentions how opposites attract, while Number 18 points out that they’re more similar than either wants to admit. Number 52 is “We’d never run out of things to talk about”. Number 47 is “Porcupines deserve to be held too, in fact, they might need it more than others”. Number 10 reads, “Chemistry that should be studied in a lab, actually”, and Number 2, “I’d give up on hearing music for the rest of my life if that meant hearing your voice whisper my name again”.

At the bottom of the list, there’s Number 1, and it says: “I love you, and you love me. That’s not changing in this lifetime. So not doing something about it? Super irresponsible”

The letter ends with,

“Prove me right”. 

Wynne has taken the envelope to Ireland and has not opened or broken it, even if there were some emergencies. The letter is left in Regan’s clinic, as mentioned in Dead End.

get hER GET HER GET HER. SHE’S A B B BULLY !!!!

Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death has autistic swag!

(submitted by @kitchensinkchronicles)

love them

[[ A package arrives for Inge wrapped in old fashioned green and red wrapping paper, tied carefully with a red velvet ribbon. Wrapped within tissue paper is a vintage evening gown from the 90s in an inky blue-almost-black color. Attached is a note.]]

Inge,

Yes, it’s vintage. Yes, it’s in pristine condition. Yes, it’s tailored to you. Thank you for everything you have taught me… 

-L

She’s smiling broadly at the sight of the dress, quick to undo all her clothing and try it on. This will be worn for New Year’s. 

💀 — [ he solemnly twirls a scraggly lock of hair around a finger, ] “ THIS is a dangerous combination, right here. This is … This is a wombo-combo that turns me into a medieval stable-boy. “

Them tiny demon hands.

Submitted by @eggs-n-ham-sam

Been a while since I've heard this bit I think. Still giggleworthy

Ragne: How was your day?

Gisele: Oh, lovely, just spent it at the house alone. No one to bother me

Vanja: I was here the whole day

Gisele: Boy, do I love me some me time!

i literally just could not get that blood spa out of my head from the necromancer fic chapter 5 or something so here’s them relaxing in some good old blood ❤️😘😌

Left at Wynne’s house is a wrapped present that absolutely reeks. It’s the stinkiest one yet. Regan thinks Wynne likes stinky. She thinks Wynne understands and respects stinky.

Inside the box is a decomposing skunk, which is an incredible gift, really. There’s also a fisher cat that’s bloated and mushy (super rare find!) and several dead fish Regan found on the beach. There are plenty of bones but they’re all inside the animals. Wynne will enjoy the entire process. Regan knows Wynne was told they were going to be a sacrifice. She once told them that they hold their own knife now. And now they will have one to hold. There’s a polished wooden box containing a poignard dagger made of steel, adorned with a hilt made of similar polished wood as the box holding it. While it isn’t extravagant, the guard is attractive with carvings that suggest gusts of wind, with a matching sheath. There’s a card that’s stained with decomp fluid but it’s mostly fine, according to possibly no one but Regan’s standards.

Wynne,

You are one of the most special individuals I have met, and thus, you are deserving of a special gift. You may not be a banshee, but your respect for death remains, and I permit you to continue respecting it in my absence. You are free from your old duty now, and you should act like it. Perhaps this can be a new one, seeing things others do not, in death and in life, because your perspective is unlike any other. Or maybe that’s a hobby. I was always unclear on how to define those.

Duty or hobby, here is another: Demand more from those around you, because you are above them.

Cinniúint a bheith cineálta leat,

Regan

Wynne will take great care of the gift, making sure to bury the remains with respect after saving some of the bones. They are deeply moved by the knife and will cherish it deeply, just as they will with Regan’s words.

@sixba​

Yonic dish found in NY

hell yeah~

this one looks fuckin SICK .... The Red Claw is such a badass name esp for a merc