"Oh. So it's like that?" Nico said.
"Yeah." It left Gideon in a rasp, but fuck it. It had lived in his throat long enough
"Good." Nico caught him by a fistful of his T-shirt tugging him in again. "Good."

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"Oh. So it's like that?" Nico said.
"Yeah." It left Gideon in a rasp, but fuck it. It had lived in his throat long enough
"Good." Nico caught him by a fistful of his T-shirt tugging him in again. "Good."
reblog this if you’re a writer who wants to let their readers know that you have not once used AI in your work and never will
and here’s an announcement to all writers and future writers that i am here to help you brainstorm if you ever need it! even after i retire from writing my own fics! please don’t resort to ai.
would help with proofreading too but i am not an english native and i got plenty of errors in my own writing (which is okay! makes us human <3)
Possum Kingdom - Raydex
A daredevil fic about Dex and Ray I wrote until 4am last night ‼️
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“Seema threatened to divorce me last night,” Ray Nadeem admitted, listless in his hospital gown and struggling to breathe from the reddening binds around his midsection. “I tried to hide my bullet wound from her, so that I could feel like everything was okay. But she saw it, then yelled at me for lying and I don’t even blame her. Then she told me she would file.”
“I’m sorry, Ray. That sounds hard. That sounds really hard.”
“Yeah,” Ray laughed before pressing his palms into his eyes. “It is.”
Arms crossed, Poindexter shook his head. “God, I hope it all works out,” he continued, before scratching his face.
“I don’t know what I’ll do without my family. They’re everything to me,” Ray whispered. The branches of the fan twisted in his eyes, offering him the only distraction that turned the unrelenting numbness in his chest into a simple buzz.
“You’ll live, Ray. That’s what you’ll do,” Dex answered with a crisp nod of his head.
Ray didn’t reply.
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Seema never changed her mind about the divorce, their marriage only lasted in law.
As if the deed had been done, he only called Seema on significant dates like her birthday, but never on their anniversary for fear of descending to begging for the divine gift of her love again.
Every Tuesday, he dialed Sami on the new phone Seema bought him and reminded himself that a piece of paradise thrived in the delighted words of his son.
Every Thursday, he found himself talking to Dex without a clue as to why. Never via call, exclusively through text or in real life.
Ray bristled and tilted his head up from his phone in a response to the alert tracing his chest hollow. Like an allergen swirling though his nose, the café to his right brought an agitated twitch to his face. Through the glass pane of the café, Dex flicked his eyes up at the menu flat in front of his indoor table, as if he noticed the pollen too. Dex offered a curt wave from inside and a single flick of his hand to guide Ray through the door.
After a glance at the ashen mound of clouds frothing above him, Ray decided to enter and spend another Thursday lunch with Dex.
With the forearm laid over his legs and the other helping to pinch a menu with a vice, Dex commented: “I saw you earlier today. Your aim’s gotten better. You should be proud.”
“Oh, come on.”
“What do you mean?” A smile—a medley of gently curved lines—stretched across Dex’s pate. “You wouldn’t trust that opinion if it came from anyone other than me. What are you complaining about?”
“You know that it wasn’t good,” Ray scoffed as he slid the second menu off of the unrelenting smoothness of the wooden table.
Sighing, Dex relaxed each of his limbs in the chair. “The most important thing is that you improved.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed, his voice grating at the end. “And you did it faster than I’ve ever seen you do it.”
“Sure,” murmured Ray, “what do you want to get from here?” After a hitch in his voice, Dex scanned through the options—again. “I’m getting a coffee.”
Shrugging, Dex responded: “Same.”
In the wordlessness that followed, Ray’s attention branched to the customers, hustling through conversations as if they had a quota. Two person tables littered the cafe and carved circles below its chandeliers at the perfect angle to suffuse the guests with prism light. Ray shrunk himself back.
“What are you doing this evening?” Dex introduced and once again the world expanded like a rubberband, pliant to Ray’s heaves of desperation for an answer. His perfect imagination stretched his hearing around the blocks, onto the slopes freckled with soot spots and gum that sprinkled about like fungus. Soon enough, his ears clambered to the closest home they found. An apartment, brick-walled and shy, harboring a cased record player on its one-seater dining table. When he and Seema divided up the furniture, he pleaded for the record player and the albums with voices to Seema’s soul, hoping to find something in it. Ray couldn’t bear to play it. He snapped back.
“Nothing,” he whispered.
“Neither am I,” echoed Dex. “Ray. Would you wanna come by your apartment tonight? I mean we could drink more coffee, work on projects—whatever you want.”
Ray nodded, his face listless until the bitter warmth of the coffee filled his chest. More silence ate at both of them and Dex needed to remember how Mercer told him to handle the butterfly knife attacks of dread that pounced on him sometimes. Simple is better. Breathe. Look forward. What do you see? Ray ordering a jelly dessert, finally escaping from the caricature of the married man he’d sustained even after he and Seema separated.
One spoon.
“Can I have some?” Dex tested
“Sure,” Ray replied, offering up the utensil and then digging into his phone. Propping the palest, most tasteless section of the jelly stack on the spoon, Dex braced and let Ray overwhelm one more of his senses. The tremor of his heartbeat didn’t quicken at the taste—after all Ray had commandeered all his senses weeks earlier.
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At eight that evening, Dex’s tapping heel knew with certainty that Ray wouldn’t show and over the minutes the doubt seeped into the rest of his body like a virus. The couch wrapped its arms around him tighter with each second, choking him by squeezing the air right from his lungs.
The doorbell shocked him to life and without a second thought, Dex glided over to the door. Every corner of every room harbored its usual tidiness—there was nothing to worry about.
“Hello,” droned Ray as he let himself inside and looped his black jacket over his forearm.
“Glad to see you made it.” An automatic response. His current outfit matches the one he left work with and the haze that fogged his eyes after 8 hour shifts still lingered in his gaze. “Did you not have time to go home?”
“I didn’t,” Ray admitted. “I just decided to work overtime.” After an extended sigh, Ray posed himself on Dex’s gray couch. His presence there reminded Dex of a printed photo glued over a painting—he never expected know where Ray would prefer to sit on his couch (left hand side), nor whether Ray was prone to sleeping on couches (he wasn’t), nor whether he preferred to have pillows in close proximity to where he sat (he did). “So, what should we do?”
Dex shifted between his feet for a moment before suggesting, “Do you want to just rest? I can wake you up later tonight and we can go clubbing or something.”
“Ah, no.” Armed, Ray jumped up from the couch and stationed himself in perfect posture. “It’s fine.”
“Well, I didn’t intend for you to sleep on the couch if that helps.”
A second hum waved from the back of Ray’s throat and his palm cupped over the nape of his neck. “No, don’t worry about it.”
“You’re exhausted,” Dex scoffed after a flash of a grin. “My room’s right there. Go to sleep.”
“I don’t have any other clothes on me.”
“Take mine, then.”
The next pause was one of the rare ones Dex enjoyed. A tilt of Dex’s head shrunk Ray’s complaints to a sigh. “Fine. Should I just take them from your closet?”
“Exactly,” Dex assured before another tide of apprehension soured Ray’s expression. For the sake of efficiency, Dex hooked his arm around the other’s shoulders and urged him into the room. The door clicked shut with the curt snap of a trigger and Dex’s breaths circulated through him with the viscosity of water.
As he prepared dinner for himself with the sizzle of the pan and shower overlapping, he flicked his gaze through the window hundreds of times into the kind cosmos.
It was midnight when Dex decided to label Ray’s portion of food with a sticky note and pry the door to his room open. The noise tugged Ray out of the fragile, war-like sleep the caffeine had drafted him in. Instead, he recognized every scent he garnered from the pillow he pressed his face into. A sheen of light from the living room pattered into the room in the shape of a rectangle.
For reasons he couldn’t explain, Ray didn’t turn his back when Dex let his jacket sweep down his shoulders, into a bundle and then a flat stack in his hands. The sterile light rays wedged across the muscles of his back as his shirt drifted away too. Dex’s thought to wake Ray just about displayed above his head, so Ray shut his eyes, waiting for his hand—his arm that toiled for the neat curves of his shoulders—to shake him awake.
Ray shivered when the touch arrived and assiduously feigned drowsiness as he snaked himself upright. Having replaced his shirt, Dex whispered: “It’s midnight. There’s some food for you in the kitchen. I’ll be there once you’re ready, alright?”
Why did Ray react the way he had? Even by the time he shuffled out of Dex’s room, he lacked an answer. Assembled in a pure white bowl, the risotto dish almost stunned Ray. Based on the smell it was fresh—when did he have time to make it (probably at some point during Ray’s 20 minute cycles of sleep).
“You made this?” Ray clarified and with a smug, flat smile Dex nodded.
“I was planning to eat the dish I just gave you during the week, so you better enjoy it.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem!” The nap awarded his voice with an atypical level of vibrance that reduced Dex to subtle grins just as sunny.
Dex leaned back on his stool with notable care not to tip too far backwards and dared. “I wish we’d met up like this sooner.”
“All you’ve ever needed to do was ask me to come over and I would,” blurted Ray.
“Not with Sami and Seema you wouldn’t,” muttered Dex and the clicks of the utensils against the glass bowl hesitated. “You know Ray, before the whole breakup with you and Seema, you’d spend just about everyday at work alone. You’d be calling some relatives or going radio silent.”
Scoffing with the weakness of an afterthought, Ray replied. “They’re my family.”
“Are? ” The suggestion rushed out with a nasal voice to accompany it—the power of a “joke”
“Yes, they are.”
“I don’t see how that perspective helps you at all. I mean, have you not felt stronger and more capable in the past two months than you ever have?”
Ray did not speak. Instead, he swung himself out of the chair and closer into Dex’s proximity. “What are you trying to say?” he ordered. Agitation grabbed Dex as Ray chose the past over the future again.
Maybe the call of the void was looming in Dex’s subconscious when he retorted with: “You just scored 7th place for street combat in our entire office and our boss just approved of us working on a case together yet you haven’t talked about it once. Instead you talk about Sami and Seema and at this point I know them better than I know you.
“Stop it,” countered Ray, boring the stagnant mania in his eyes into Dex’s.
“Why can't you forget about them for just one second?” Dex drawled, resisting every urge to blink.
“Because they’re my family.” Louder this time. The audio of Dex’ singular security camera crackled with effort.
“Come on Ray. They aren’t—” Ray’s fist clenched a vice around Dex’ collar, snatching him closer to the building intensity of his exhales.
“Stop saying shit like that, Dex.”
Dex leaned in, his thoughts scattering in a craze. “It’s true.”
With a grunt, Ray slammed him against the fridge, the handle aligning with his spine. Muscle memory overtook adrenaline as Dex twisted Ray’s grip loose and threw a body shot to his stomach. To Dex’s surprise, it only took Ray one deep breath to charge back in with an elbow to his jaw. Dex’s hands braced at the back of his counter and he slipped another of Ray’s punches only to collapse into one of his kicks instead.
Disappointment drowned Dex each time Ray’s hands propped back up, fighting for the non-existent. A harsh punch to Dex’s liver knocked him off balance, his feet tapping and pleading for purchase until his back hit the oven. Two punches to Ray’s face in return, the blood of the north star scattered on his knuckles. After a hook kick to the head, Dex’s compass shifted not to find where Ray was, but to burrow through him. For a moment, the beauty of the north star was no more blessed than that of the moon and in that moment, Dex wrapped his hands around his neck and straddled Ray.
It works better with the North Star to guide you.
His hand hovered over his throat right at the threshold of squeezing and another hand clamped over Ray’s mouth.
“What is wrong with you, Ray?” Dex growled. “Admit that all the shit you had before is gone. It left you and it won’t come back. But I’m here. I’ve always been here to hear you complain, to hear you laugh, just to hear you. And I won’t ever leave, Ray.” He bent further down over Ray, swallowing the hurricane in his gaze, “You are all I can ever imagine wanting. Only you.”
Dex unlatched his hand from Ray’s mouth. “Just you. You and me.”
Unable to sit up from Dex’s weight on his midsection, Ray seized his hair and pulled Dex’s lips down to meet him.
“Fine. Fine. Just you and me,” whispered Ray in between the shudders coursing through him as Dex’s lips scattered on every part of his face. “You and me.”
"So tell me, then," he beckoned, listless. "Why am I here, if not to be finally rid of you?"
Atlas looked sorry for him. "Because," he said. "You finally realized that there is something out there worse than me.
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has anyone else really liked a certain type of media and shown their parents only for them to start noting all of its flaws?
like yes i understand that no type of media is perfect, but when they start laughing at it, it makes me feel like I'm weird. I know they aren't doing it to purposefully be mean to me, but I can't quite enjoy things the same after they've criticized it to hell.
im not sure if i should keep trying to show them what I like about it or just keep it to myself idek anymoreeee
TAINTED CUP UPDATE: Ana TOTALLY figured it out🤯🤯🤯 THERE'S SOME ASSASSIN PLOT AFOOT!! and more people are dying?? the breach??? I AM LOSING MY MIND /pos also EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE is suspicious😨😨idk who did it and i am SCARED. also, i love the magic system, i didn't expect it to be so sci-fi! thank you so much for recommending it!
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Hello! Update on the tainted cup: started the audiobook yesterday and I am loving it! Poor Din, that weird tree death was one hell of a first murder case, no wonder he threw up XD. ALSO ANA!! She is so me just trapping people in her house and forcing them to infodump, I love her <3
I have no idea who committed the murder yet but I will keep you updated if I get any theories! Thanks for recommending the book!
I'm so happy you like it so far :D
If one of your theories is right, I'll be so impressed. I did not get anyting until the actual reveals :p Good luck!
Okay, dear mutual of mine. I need a new audiobook to read sooo should I read the holy, the grand, the famed "THE TAINTED CUP"? Is it worth it? 👀
im going to tell you EVERY SINGLE THING i love about this book:
pathetic-looking empire: almost every setting in this setting is described so vividly about COMPLETELY washed up. There is mud everywhere. Every single citizen is in a consistent state of anxiety because of the eldritch monsters in the ocean.
the characters: we have the bisexual mistreated target employee and his outrageously rude (by that i mean iconic) boss. It's like watching Watson be half impressed and half terrified of Sherlock.
the magic system: it's very cool :D the powers some characters control has a cost. the powers are somewhat unnatural and not that glamorized
the mystery itself: the way the case goes is very satisfying, the evidence and answers don't come out of nowhere
the dialogue: reading this book's dialogue is the absolutely HIGHLIGHT of the entire book. listening to the audiobook version will be hilarious. It's a novacaine level of crack but with a different ✨flavor ✨
the names: they're really unique like---Dinios? Strovi? Fayazi? have you ever heard any of these anywhere else?
In conclusion, you should 100% read it :D. It was a ton of fun the entire time!
Also, thank you for asking me about this mutualll 🎀
Can I tell Vis he’s bisexual? Like, somebody has to, my man is oblivious…
i had enough of that in the great gatsby
why is it that whenever i read a good book it has no fanbase :(
PLEASE WHY HAS NOBODY ELSE READ THE TAINTED CUP???
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"So tell me, then," he beckoned, listless. "Why am I here, if not to be finally rid of you?"
Atlas looked sorry for him. "Because," he said. "You finally realized that there is something out there worse than me.
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