12 Days Of Christmas Countdown

10 Brotps (4/10): Eva Nightborn & Gabriel Branwell [ Shadowhunters ]

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

just realised I never read the short story & let me tell you, Jonathan Shadowhunter & David the Silent making a surprise appearance at Cordelia & Lucie's parabatai ceremony was not on my bingo card.

DOES ANYONE HAVE PICTURES OF THE "aught but death" STORY??!!? (the one with lucie and cordelia's parabatai ceremony) Pleasee I saw a post about it and now I'm dying to read ittt

honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

I might be a little excited for this game

And then she cried for Gideon Nav

get nostalgic for disaster (or, i put griddlehark in the torment nexus setting of the bear bc it entertains me greatly) (you do not really have to have any pre-existing knowledge of the bear to understand this)

me: wow I’m being so productive today I’ve gotten so much done I wish everyday was like this I wonder what happened to me it must be an exuberant fluke

(👆 took the correct dosage of her meds today)

" what if they kissed ? " ― @lyctoralsaints, griddlehark.

 ‍  ‍ ❝ harrowhark nonagesimus, don't you fucking dare -- ❞ this is what they do. they fight, they tear at each other, they throw their lives away for each other. they cannot exist within or without each other. well, screw that. she is tired of their fate being dictated by someone else, a life of hate orchestrated by lies. her very skin could catch aflame with the anger she feels, and yet there desperation that aches in the cavern where her heart once was. she grits her teeth, pulls her necromancer closer by the iron grip on her arm. ❝ you just don't get it, do you? ❞

 ‍  ‍ but she does. oh, on the word of her own father, harrow does. maybe she's always known -- it's hard to tell with those sad, soulful fuckin' eyes. she won't stand for it anymore. gideon nav takes that sorrowful visage between sword - calloused palms and pulls her up at the same time she leans down, pressing a long and firm kiss to skull - painted lips that drags the breath from her own still lungs. she rakes her fingers through those unruly, midnight colored strands and almost knocks their brows together from the determination with which she presses her forehead to hers. her hands tremble, brows creasing as she squeezes her eyes shut. ❝ you are not getting away from me again. we do this together, okay? no matter what. ❞

a n a t o m y | ahs murder house ; t.langdon

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔

Summary ;

--- (pt 1 of 2 ) tate just wants to help you learn anatomy in any way he can. 90's/early aughts Med School Tate Langdon au. this one is for you bestie @tbmunson because without our talk this NEVER would have clicked for me.

Pairing ;

90's!CollegeGuy!MedStudent Tate Langdon x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, murder house and his og backstory doesn't exist + tate langdon is not a ghost, but a med. school student, innocent reader, slightly pervy!sweet tate, lots of lustful touching, innuendo, corruption kink, use of medical terminology, nudity, lustful gazing, foreplay heavy -touching and dry humping, mostly. The banner is different because this is a whole other version of Tate Langdon, who is at least 22 here.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my american horror story taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@krys-orion

@hajimaaaaaa

“I’m never going to remember all of these. How the hell does Professor Adams expect us to remember all the muscle groups and their placement in the body along with everything else? I’m going to fail this.” you’re disgusted as you toss down the pile of flashcards on the counter. Tate looks up from the textbook in front of him and chuckles, nodding to it. “Everything okay?”

You rub your temples, you can feel the migraine setting in already. Tate raises up from his chair, moving to stand behind the chair you’re sitting in, hands at your shoulders. As he starts to massage your shoulders, you bite back a soft gasp and your eyes flutter open and shut. The way his hands feel on your body has you thinking about anything but the textbook and the notes, the flashcards in front of you, but you don’t dare say this aloud.

Falling in love with your roommate is a recipe for disaster and sadly, you have.

But you’re probably not his type, you’re introverted, you’re not supermodel hot, you’re actually kind of a nerd and you’re not like the other girls at school, you’re very inexperienced. Awkward.

As Tate feels the tension gathered in your shoulders, he continues to massage, leaning himself against you lightly as he stops massaging you to reach out and pick up a pen lying on the tabletop. “I’ve got an idea.”

You glance up at him over your shoulder and he’s tugging off the Nirvana shirt he’s wearing, letting it fall from his fingertips as he holds the pen out to you and bites his lip. It’s so hot the way you get flustered so easy around him. He’s definitely gotten the suspicion that you’re not like other girls, you’re innocence and light. Warmth and pure. And god help him, he’s drawn to it like a moth to flame. He wants to protect it and at the same time, he wants to ruin it, ruin you for other guys so he can have you all to himself.

His little idea is just a foot in the door.

“What’s your idea?” you ask, brows knit in confusion, cheeks on fire as your eyes have no choice but to roam his bare upper body and your whole body burns just a little hotter when your eyes lock on his big brown ones and you see him staring back at you, the softest of smirks on his mouth. He holds out the pen to you. “Label them on me. It’ll help you see it and remember it.”

“Tate, I–” you bite your bottom lip but you take the pen and give him a weak but thankful smile. “O-okay.” your hands are shaking as you step up to him, dragging the pen over his chest first, marking off the pectoral muscles. He swallows hard and bites back a groan, managing to keep a straight face the whole time he’s doing it but as that pen moves lower, he can feel himself getting really, really hard. He never stopped to consider that getting you to do this -getting you to touch him in the process, was going to be the tease it was turning into.

You’re done labeling his upper body and you’ve stepped closer to him at some point, when it happens and your bodies brush, he bites back the quietest of growls, quick to disguise it with a chuckle. He can feel the pen shaking in your fingers but he doesn’t say anything, instead pretending he doesn’t notice because the last thing he wants is you to stop touching him. He grabs the textbook from the table without breaking his gaze and bites his bottom lip as he reads out each grouping of muscles you’ve labeled. 

“See?” he chuckles, stepping just a little closer as he sits the book down on the table nearby, brown eyes fixed on you, leaning down and into you just slightly. It’s enough that you can feel your thighs clamp together tight as your panties really start to soak through. And you’re flustered, stammering for your words. He pushes the pen back into your hand and takes a shaky breath. “Do y’ think you can remember the others? Or do I…” he nods to his jean clad lower body and you nearly swallow your tongue, stammering out that he doesn’t have to do this, that you think you can remember.

“I don’t mind, darling.” he coaxes, biting his lip as a low and dark chuckle slips past, “Unless it’s gonna make you uncomfortable? That’s the last thing I want to do, princess.” and he wants to punch himself when the pet name leaves his mouth but he can’t help it, you’re bringing out this whole other side of him and it’s so overwhelming that he can’t possibly keep fighting it.

“N-no. No. It’s fine. I just…” your eyes are glued to his hand and the way it hovers over the button of his jeans. As the button slips through the buttonhole, you just barely bite back an unholy whine threatening to come. Then he’s unzipping his jeans and your breath catches, hanging in your throat. His pants fall to the floor and you tell yourself not to look down but naturally, this is the first thing you find yourself doing. Tate sees it and he licks his lips, reaching out to lightly grip your jaw, giving just the smallest squeeze as he tilts your face so that your eyes meet his. 

“You alright?” his question is asked in a husky whisper, his mouth just nearly grazing against your own… And if you were smarter, you’d have figured out by now that he’s definitely up to something. And it’s everything you’ve lain awake nights imagining, touching yourself underneath the bed sheets, all hot and bothered as you picture what your hot and broody roommate might look like beneath his clothes.

“Y-yeah.” you manage to stammer out the word and it’s lame, weak. You’re not okay right now, your stomach is coiled and your thighs are clamped so damn tight they hurt and you’re visibly flustered, you’ve dropped the damn pen before you even realize it. Tate bends to pick it up and maybe he’s teasing a little when he looks you in the eye and uses that smooth tone he’s so adept at using and the one that always calms you down, “Relax. ‘S not like you’ve never seen this…” 

“Right, yeah.” you’re laughing despite knowing full well that Tate’s cock is the first cock you’ve actually seen before and now that you have, all you can think about is how badly you wish it was buried inside of you. You try to shove the thought out of your head and focus on labeling the groups of muscles that make up his thighs and then his calves and you pause when you hear him grunt and it’s this husky sound from deep within him.

You’re dangerously close to his cock right now, the warmth of your breath fanning against it a little when you breathe in and out. He squirms a little, tries to keep his composure so he doesn’t make things awkward, but your breath against it has it getting even harder. He fixes his gaze down on the top of your head and tries like hell not to imagine curling his fingers in soft strands, tugging as he pushes your mouth down around his member.

When you stand again, holding up the pen to him, he lets out a long and ragged breath and his legs finally seem to relax, even if only a little. “Let’s see how y’ did.” he picks up the book again, noting all the names and areas you’ve marked off, chuckling to himself as he sits the book to the side again and bends down, pulling back up his jeans and black boxers. “Think you can remember now?” he asks, his tone huskier as it leaves his mouth. You’re stepping closer too, your bodies bump against each other, his hand against your hip just slightly. You give him a flustered smile and nod, taking a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

“If you…” you start to offer yourself up to do the same for him, but you can’t even begin to make the words leave your mouth. The door to your shared apartment is being beaten down and Tate grumbles as soon as he hears one of the frat boys he’s friends with yelling through the other side.

The second Tate is gone to answer the door, you lean heavily against the fridge and you try your very best to pull yourself together.

You’re going to need an ice bath now and you know it.

Fandom: Shadowhunters FC: Madchen Amick

Dinah Branwell – Lydia & Gabriel's mom in Aught But Death, lives in Idris, still close with her kids

Valentine was obsessed with her when they were younger and she was not interested, he never forgave her for that "slight" despite marrying Jocelyn and having two kids with her

details are vague but I love her (also Eva is her honorary daughter)

writing some gideon character study and i already know i’ve made her too tender and not enough of a narsty dirtbag but goddamn i’m already 7k words in

I read the northern caves cause someone in the tags of the post about an unauthorized fan treatise said it was somewhat similar and Man. Gonna be thinking about that for a while

two new twilight books? EL James could not be reached for comment

“they open fire” HUHHHHH

SO MANY GOOD QUOTES IN THE SPAN OF SECONDS. god