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#𝐃𝟒𝐑𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐙... Read RULES & BIOGRAPHIES before interacting.

An independent, plot-based and HIGHLY selective portrayal of 𝐃𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍, as seen on Showtime Television. Ft. 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 & 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 as secondary muses. Butchered by Gray ( he/him. 19+ ). An intensive dive into the depravity of mankind, complex moral dilemmas, nature vs. nurture and governing one's instincts with stern codes.

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THIS BLOG HAS BEEN MOVED TO @d4rkpassengerz

It's a main blog, so I'll actually be able to follow everyone. Queued posts, drafts and inbox stuff have all been moved there! Please tag me in your replies and, if you can, maybe move them to another post (I'm good with doing that myself, though)!

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k fuck it, tomorrow I'll make a proper main blog for Dex with Brian & Joey Quinn as side muses, then I'm settled.

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The killer's keen eye glides to the corner veiling the corpse, weighing options. To be or not to be DEXTER MORGAN - the man driven by the NEED. He could feign terror. Feign an accusation - as a member of the Miami PD, he could get away with it. Blood Spatter Analyst Catches Killer In Act: a headline MARíA LAGUERTA would foam at the mouth over.

But, no, no, no, see, this is a personal offense. The kill was HIS, belonging only to his book-balancing blade. This isn't murder. This is THEFT. He's been robbed of precious property. The question, then, is the cause. Because Dexter knows the corpse.

"Howard Marshall." He feels the name drying his mouth, sensation of cotton to the back of his throat. So undeserving. "Three women. Three girls. A boy." Victims. Most of them. To see how much the other knows. "Dead, as of now." Empty hues pin themselves into the other's eyes. "He's proof humans are monsters. And I see yours." Forward step, eager to comprehend before deciding whether the man before him deserves Marshall's fate. "Now, what to do?" A threat? A genuine question? Something in-between.

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I GOT A VPN THAT ACTUALLY WORKS IN MY COUNTRY SO NOW I CAN USE W.IRE OML. Come pester Dexter right fucking now. ( username's the same as this URL. )

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( @konkuurito )

"my 'give a fucks' are on vacation."

DEXTER MORGAN doesn't do snide remarks. The hollowness in him hasn't the littlest smudge of HUMOR in it, and the edges of it mark that phrases such as the one tossed his way land like stones on a wall - they don't bounce, they clink and fall with weak momentum, baring their teeth at nothing and no one.

But WHAT about ELLIOT HALLAWAY? Does Elliot Hallway do snide remarks? Does he respond to them? How does he do it? He, Dexter decides, would tilt his head a bit and chuckle.

"Well, could you give me a holler when they return?" He asks. "I might need a bit of them."

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𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 💔 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎:

➭ Send you memes. ➭ Send you unprompted asks. ➭ Hop into your IMs / Discord for plotting. ➭ Tag you in musings, gifsets, images and other such extras.

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( @paralyziingfears )

how can i trust that you wouldn’t hurt me? / from lila to brian !

TRUST is not something THE BROTHER is privy to needing. It may be more convenient for Lila to trust him while he ASSESSES what he would like to do with her, but it's never compulsory. Still, he'll give her one reason. A measly little something lest she believe herself to hold any semblance to an UPPER HAND here.

"Oh. Easy." Thin, CUNNING lips curl up.

He snakes his fingers near her back and takes delicate hold of a strand of her hair, twirling it 'round his index with deliberate precaution. "Because I haven't already." Because BRIAN MOSER is a creature of slick ACTION. For him to have withheld inspires some leeway. Truthfully, he's in a BIND about LILA. He sees in her a DARKNESS that he wants to deepen, to gnaw at and to completely destroy with experiments and leading pretenses. But he also views her as a THREAT to his baby brother's disguise. Keeping tabs on her until he's able to measure just how much of a real threat she is, therefore, registers as only natural.

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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( @paralyziingfears )

"There's no need to pretend." / from rita to dex !

RITA BENNETT, the woman that you are is not one the man that is DEXTER MORGAN could ever be deserving of. And yet he remains, telling himself it's all a ruse - that his chest, which heaves so much with bloodlust and with the PASSENGER'S INTENT, makes it so he cannot love - but then turns around and wishes, deeply, for the very few words extended his way to have held any truth at all.

No need to pretend. If only. DEXTER MORGAN is a creature of pretense - a master at it, by his own standards. He can't. He won't. Not when she believes he's a GOOD MAN. Laughable at best, of course, but something which aches at the hollowness in him.

Harry voices, behind her, discontent with her words, shaking his head at Dexter and telling him no, SON, with who you are there is always a need.

And so he looks at Rita, eyes struck to hers, and PRETENDS, amplifying the affection in his eyes and the softness of his tone as he presses their foreheads and tells her "You're right, Rita. There's never a need to pretend with you." in a perfect imitation of relief. As he does, that chest tightens just a smidgen, but enough for him to notice and CONTROL his brows before they furrow to the sentiment.

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@d4rkpassengerz (brian)

The moments leading up to a kill were nearly as sweet as the moment itself - the heady anticipation of being so close, the freeing feeling of finally taking off his human mask and revealing his true self, the dark passenger leading the way. But now there was none of that. He went through the careful work of setting up the room and arranging the body like an automaton, simply going through the motions. This was not a normal kill. This was not some pathetic no-one about to be elevated to the position of playmate and future trophy to be looked back upon with fondness. This was his brother - the brother he had only just found and now had to eliminate. But it had to be done. The moment he had been taken in by the Morgan family little brother Dexter was replaced with big brother to Debra. It was a cornerstone of who he was. Debra was his sister, and his brother wanted her dead. Dexter couldn't allow that.

Everything was prepared. The moment was here. Time to get it over with. But the moment Dexter entered the walk-in freezer, he stilled. Dark eyes stared at him and he almost turned away finding it surprisingly hard to meet their accusatory gaze. “You weren’t supposed to wake up.”

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HOLLOW chest wells up with a sadness as he wakes, deceptive delicate form making no attempt to wriggle out of its plastic entrapment. In part, it's because he knows better than to make an attempt to break through the unbreakable. HIS BROTHER's meticulous set-up was unrivaled and Brian knew it. But the primary cause, the thing rooting him still, is the pain of it - the anguish of knowing DEBRA MORGAN had won. He could almost weep - find it in the darkest nooks of him to mourn what could have been Yet he SMILES, still drowsy, words weak as they trickle out of him.

"You weren't supposed to choose her." A little chuckle, bearing within it the agony of rejection. "So I guess we're both doing things we weren't supposed to, now. Alike 'till the end, no matter how much you might reject that." He says, deep dark eyes slighted as they sway to try and perceive DEXTER. "...She really means that much you?"

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@d4rkpassengerz ;; podiots meme (still accepting) Dexter said: "Not a huge fan of serial killers, to be honest."

                                "I DOUBT ANYONE IS." Castiel leans over the corpse. The throat is torn, the lower jaw gone, and the chest ripped to shreds. It's the third dead body that turned up in Florida Bay like this, so the remark about serial killers isn't too misguided, even if Castiel doubts the police will find an ordinary human criminal here. His alias, Agent Furtado, was already at the crime scene yesterday, so he knows this Dexter Morgan guy is one of these specialists who find hair and fibers and whatever else is necessary for humans to identify other humans. It's not what Castiel is looking for. "So, Mister Morgan. I suppose the heart is missing again?"

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"You can drop the Mister." Dexter remarks, told by Harry that regular people often PREFER a certain air of informality about their interactions. He never understood the difference - names, honorifics, polite or not; they never dragged him an inch away from the PERIPHERY. He still stands there, watching the world, knowing it will never see him.

"...Yes, just like last time." Intent returns to his fabricated gaze as he presses gloved hands against the corpse's chest. "But the blood... the blood is so interesting with this one." He looks up again to re-establish eye contact, LAB GEEK MASK expressing sheepish intrigue to the other through the sway of his irises. "Whoever they are, they're not a surgeon - this isn't medical - but they know their way around a body. See this, here, the pattern? It's like the heart... burst out on its own." Which, of course, it could not have. "I suspect part of our killer's M.O. is setting it up like that. A signature." And a pleasant one at that - he should want to meet the artist and greet them with a SCALPEL to the cheek.

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NONVERBAL PROMPTS // accepting

@d4rkpassengerz: ∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital .

Astor had never spent much time in hospitals. She knew her mom ended up in the ER more than a few times but she always waited to go when Astor and Cody were at school. Astor had been with her when Harrison was born; hours spent waiting with anticipation, worrying over her mom, and keeping Cody busy. It should be a happy memory but it only made her sad, further souring her already poor mood.

What she thought had been period cramps ended up being appendicitis that required quick surgery. It had all happened so fast she barely had time to be nervous. Now it was over and she just wanted to go home. The hospital bed was stiff, and the IV pulled uncomfortably at her hand, and despite the medication she was on that made her head floaty, she still hurt.

Her eyelids felt heavy and her movements slow as she turned her head to look over at Dexter where he sat next to the bed. She had been glad to see him there when she first woke up, finding comfort in his always steady presence. “When can we leave?” she mumbled.

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HOSPITALS bring, now, with them consistent snaps and slithers of the real concern THE MAN has experienced over HARRISON. When ASTOR's appendicitis reared its ugly head in, taunting Dexter for not having seen it before, he could almost feel a beat break through his still, ice-cold heart. He could almost remember he HAD a heart, and it struck him.

Harrison and Cody left to DEBRA with promises of returning with a safe ASTOR, he set to stay solid at her side until she awoke and recovered. He can't hear HIS FATHER. He can only hear his own mind telling him how curious it is to process something akin to feeling when the trigger of it had been something so manageable. Minor surgery, that's all. It he had any humor, he would have laughed at himself. But he doesn't. So he sits stiff, leaning gently forward with furrowed brows.

"Soon." He reassures, hand pressed to smaller hand with a light tug. ANXIETY isn't a prospect in the mind of the MORGAN, but rid of the safety net that is the option to BIND the root of her pain to HIS TABLE, a pinch of it still lands in the hollowness of his chest. "How are you feeling?"

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( @paralyziingfears )

fiber analysis is about as reliable as blood splatter. / from joey quinn to dex !

BLOOD SPATTER ANALYSIS was not the all-encompasser. THE LAB GEEK persona, being meant to have a humbleness about himself, would not disagree with the other in spite of the inflection with which he says it. DEXTER MORGAN, though, would argue this his fathoming of blood makes it so no fiber analysis could ever matter quite as much as his eye struck to the spatter.

Still, he is but Dexter Morgan in NAME, not speech. Never speech in the Miami PD. And so head tilts a bit, lips not quite hitting a smile, because he has a certain dislike for JOEY QUINN that has carried into his persona, but loosening from the usual flat.

"Uh, well. If you say so, Quinn. ...But, I'd just like to point out how many cases we've solved because of blood spatter analysis." Couldn't help it, could you, MORGAN? Not with blood. Harry says to stay careful, stay on your toes - not let the DARK PASSENGER, the NEED speak for you.

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( @bruz3r ) GETS A PLOTTED STARTER !

THE BLOOD SPATTER ANALYST kneels before the figure, fingers slipped into gloves before tilting the deceased over and around, revealing a hidden dab of BLOOD upon the pavement. One stiff line, like a stamp. "Batista." He beckons, careful gaze unmoving from the splatter. Someone responds with a step and he reckons, in his focus, that it must be ANGEL BATISTA-no-relation brought closer by his call.

"Not blunt force trauma after all." A light tap against the back of the once-woman's shoulder. A wound begins there, running into her dress. It matches the pattern below the body.

He pinches the fabric, studious scientific gaze hiding behind it the awe of his PASSENGER. "I bet if we removed this, we'd see a huge wound... which means the body had to have been moved." A gesture around the area. "Long, deep wound, but no pooling blood in sight? This was just their disposal area."

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🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

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( @konkuurito )

"you don't deserve the attention." for brian uwu

ATTENTION was never something the LONELINESS in Brian expected from others. It was, after all, a serial killer's worst enemy - eyes pinned on him like NEEDLES waiting for an entryway. He wouldn't even want to deserve that. That was for RUDY COOPER to amass from the pathetic lambs he kept around himself like a safety net, the perfect web around his ruse to sell it at top price. He only yearns for the attention of ONE PERSON... and it wasn't JAY KURONUMA.

"And yet you constantly extend it to me." He tilts his head in devilish fashion, playful look doing nothing to douse the coldness he allows the other to see in his eyes. "Trying to convince yourself to stop, Jay?"