#yayyyyyyyyy

[modmad]

FIVE NEW PAGES for Katabasis just dropped! read from where we last left off here!

thanks for all the interest and support! I really appreciate it ;v;

read this Doctor Who Lux fancomic from the start!

[desertbuddie]

"It was my idea" "Yes it was"

[persimmonia]

oh also everyone has a free pass to write unrealistic appendicitis-at-work whump fic for every single character on the pitt bc unrealistic appendicitis-at-work happened to isa briones from real life.

[vonlipvig]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE QUEEN

☆ SANDRA HÜLLER ☆

[jackwhiteprophetic]

im actually being so normal about this and will always be so normal about this

[mansand]

conflict of interest

BONUS

[goodluckeddie]

“but you wanna know something buck? if you need to be pissed off at me to make it easier for you then be pissed off” IS SUCH AN INSANE LINE AND WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT IT ENOUGH. because yeah, eddie is annoyed that buck hasn’t been supportive and sabotaged his house viewings and replaced him with a dog. but he’s not saying that he doesn’t understand why buck’s been doing all that. he’s acknowledging that this - eddie leaving - is a heartbreakingly difficult thing they’re both going through and that he knows buck is finding it hard. he’s angry about it, he wishes buck hadn’t taken it so hard, he wishes it hadn’t all happened this way, but if buck can only cope with it by being angry then eddie would let him. he’ll let him, but he won’t pretend it doesn’t upset him. and it adds a whole other layer to eddie saying “it’s not nothing” later on. eddie’s angry about it too - he just knows he can’t afford to feel every emotion that’s really connected to the situation because the grief of losing chris and the determination to get him back is already overwhelming. if he focuses on how much it’s hurting to leave buck too, it’ll be too much

[ruubric]

slightly nsfw ♡

It's been too long.

An excruciatingly long time since he was around them in person. Blake couldn't blame them though; their break hadn't exactly been the cleanest. It had been a slow and painful cycle of spending less time together and texted apologies. Until their contact had basically diminished to nothing.

Blake refuses to play with the idea that they weren't as affected as he was when the two of them stopped spending as much time together. He actively blocks out the faces of the people they surrounded themselves with after... what happened between them happened.

They obviously miss him; I mean, really. It doesn't matter what their social media says. Everyone lies on there constantly. They do too.

Blake scrolls past especially fast when greeted with the beaming faces of the groupies that his best friend posts a little too often for his liking. It's petty, yes, BUT it still feels a little good. He's seen into the futures of these losers, and most of them live unremarkable lives or end up as deadbeats. His best friend... his reason for everything, for every breath he takes... should not be around scum of the earth dipshits.

In fact, they should not even be around him... he doesn't deserve to be graced by their being. Deserved or not, he desires to serve them, to protect their flame of life that blazes wildly in their chest. And he's the only one who can.

He finally stops on a picture of them, by themselves at last. Their eyes are half-lidded, and they're pouting at the camera, a slight tug at the corner of their lips. Tears prick at his eyes as his heart beats harder, trying to escape the constraints of his ribs and jump toward them. They are so beautiful. And without even trying.

That look... that expression has been ingrained in his memory for months. They've looked at him like that before. On...that night. The night he told them about their future, told them that he is actually a Seer. He was such an idiot. Why did he shoot himself in the foot like that?!

He recalls how quickly their face faded from need (for him) and sizzling yearning (for him!) to confusion and fear. He squeezes his eyes shut as he feels the heat of raw embarrassment spread to his cheeks and ears.

Don't think about that! Think of before that!

Think of... before that--

Yes, their hands sliding up the nape of his neck and tugging at his hair. The shivers of delight that embraced his body at that sinfully delicious sensation. They chuckle deeply at his reaction. His cheeks go hot, sheepish. Despite that, he shamelessly thinks of how much more pathetic he is willing to make himself look for another one of those chuckles.

He doesn't get to dwell on that thought for long because he remembers how they pull his head back, exposing his neck. He groans out their name, hot, heavy, pleading. Whether he does this in his memory or aloud in the darkness of his room, he doesn't care. His brain is too foggy, and the Seer is too far gone. The hot and wet kisses that are planted on his neck and collarbone and jaw don't feel like memories. They feel real, all too real. But Blake doesn't dare open his eyes; he cannot break this illusion.

They place their thigh between his legs, and his body just knows to buck against it, and a flower of fire blooms in the depths of his abdomen. His whines are pitched and begging. God, he doesn't give the slightest fuck. He wants to be bare for them, let them see how much he needs them, craves them, lives for them.

They grab at his thighs and lead him to wrap them around their waist.

"Is this close enough for you?" They had asked, their voice hoarse and that hypnotizing string of spit glistening, connecting their two mouths together.

Fuck, they were meant to be together. He couldn't lose this.

...but he did. Didn't he?

His eyes snap open. He's met with the cold loneliness of his bedroom. No best friend. Just a lifeless blue square that boasts of their photo. Their pictures have never done them justice. And now, that's all he has of them.

Shut up. Shut up! He did what he had to-- but at what cost? They won't even talk to him now!

He closes his eyes again.

"Perfect," he had whispered back, his eyes searching theirs. "This is perfect. Your lips are perfect. You're perfect."

They kiss him again, with more fervor than before, and he basically melts into their arms. God, they could mould him, they could make him anything they want, and he would be that, happily.

They bite at his lip, and he groans out, eyes fluttering. Then they said it: "You're so honest for me, Blake."

The way they said his name sounded like liquid gold, but then... it faded. Honest. When he had basically lied about his whole identity. He had to tell them then.

His eyes crack open. Empty, dark room. Alone in his plain sheets. He would find a way to get them back. He would find a way to save them... even if it's the last thing he does.