Blood Splatter Analyst

Hello, nice to meet you-- I am Dexter Morgan. I work for the Miami Metro Police Station. It pays the bills, as well as opens an entirely different social arena--- along with satisfying a personal aspect of my life..... Helping to catch criminals! What do you think I would have said? ((Independent RP/roleplay tumblr for Dexter Morgan from Dexter. Mun has seen all of the show. Will rp with other fandoms, OCs. I won't hesitate to rp gorey scenes and whatnot, though I /will/ have to cap any romance up to a PG-13 level. Just a personal preference, is all.))

[itsdextermorgan]

[[ oh my God, its been awhile hasnt it? ANyone alive in this fandom? ]]

[flxwinghair]

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- 31 yrs. old, been a roleplayer since ~2011 off and on, have done numerous canon characters over the years with success [a couple even got up to ~600 Followers], very familiar with the franchise - have been a fan for a long time.

[itsdextermorgan]

(Alright– I know I haven’t been on here for like AGES, but I have something to say. I’ll be keeping up this blog for archive sort of things. But the important thing to say is that I’m moving Dexter to my multimuse account, which is HERE. ))

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OPEN

                  ❝ CUT THE SHIT, alright? ❞

[itsdextermorgan]

‘‘Uhm... what exactly, Deb?’‘

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open.

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                 ❝ don’t pull on the restraints, please. you’re only                          going to make your wrists bloody, and i honestly don’t                          feel like wiping that off after we’re finished here. ❞

[itsdextermorgan]

‘‘Brian.... Brian... ‘’ The younger brother looked up with slight shock in his eyes, but mostly with his cold, emotionless glare on the other. He tried to pull at the restraints, but they wouldn’t budge.

‘‘...What are you doing....!?’‘

[dexterscreencaps]

[roleplayers-ink]

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

[itsdextermorgan]

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

( adapted from dw’s heart meme. )

[fydexter-blog]

[itsdextermorgan]

Haunted

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter tried to lean a bit out of her touch, trying to get to the other side of the elevator. ‘‘Something like that…. ‘‘ He muttered. How the fuck did she survive his stabbing of her?

[pardonmytlts-archived-deactivat]

A laugh, his utter confusion simply fueling all entertainment. She canted her head, a touch of disappointment trickling through her English lilt. “You didn’t miss me even a little?” 

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter didn’t bother replying. All he did simply simply keep his blank face and gripped the elevator railing. The elevator came to a stop, and he shoved her off him as he made his way out of Miami Metro quickly.

[itsdextermorgan]

Haunted

[itsdextermorgan]

‘‘L-Lilla?’‘

Dexter breathed out, as he felt arms wrapped around him. This didn’t make any sense… He tensed slightly, casting a good enough look at her. ‘‘I thought… You were dead.’‘

[pardonmytlts-archived-deactivat]

“Did you really think I’d leave my soul mate?” Lila chirped, playfully, gracefully dodging his startled musings. 

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter tried to lean a bit out of her touch, trying to get to the other side of the elevator. ‘‘Something like that.... ‘‘ He muttered. How the fuck did she survive his stabbing of her?

[itsdextermorgan]

Haunted

grossenglishtittyvampire

Dexter was trying to tie up rest of his work day—

Hurrying along to get things done.

He did just that in around ten minutes, now shoving things into his bag as he left the Forensics area, going towards the elevator. Halting, he hit the button off to the side on the wall. In back of his mind, he heard a faint whispering, but he ignored it.

[pardonmytlts-archived-deactivat]

“You’re late.”

 Playful chiding clung to her English lilt as willowy arms set to wrap about the bulk of his shoulders— chin nestled in the crook of his neck. 

[itsdextermorgan]

‘‘L-Lilla?’‘

Dexter breathed out, as he felt arms wrapped around him. This didn’t make any sense... He tensed slightly, casting a good enough look at her. ‘‘I thought... You were dead.’‘

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter furrowed his brows. He knew that already. ‘‘Ah— right. The Case was semi-closed when we couldn’t find her… She went missing. Last time anyone had seen her was when she was at her home, apparently, I believe so.’‘

And ended up getting killed that very same night by yours truly.

[kryla-i-svitlo-deactivated20170]

“Mmmm.” Helena barely kept herself from grinning at him. He knew where Sarah was. He knew where her house was. She could see Sarah’s house. Not the dead copy Beth’s apartment, but Sarah’s home. She could touch her things. Smell them. Maybe find out what made her different than the others. Different than Aryanna Danielle Janika–all soulless abominations who wore her face and died from a bullet from her sniper rifle. Different too than Beth, the copy cop who stepped in front of a train.  Sarah–not-Beth–was not as good at being Beth as her. Sarah never figured out about poor Maggie, never figured out about any of them. But now, Helena-as-Beth, knew where Sarah’s-in-Florida house was. 

And this man would take her to it. He would take her and she would find Sarah and save her and–”"Missing?” Her fingers twitched, wanting to grab the msn by the front of his shirt. No, no, no, no. Sarah could not be missing. Not after she came all this way. Florida was far, and no copies but Sarah, nothing to justify this wild goose chase to Tomas–Tomas who would probably put her in the cage once he found out. Unless she found Sarah. Then it would be worth it. “I see. Can you show me the house? I want to look for–” She almost sai clues. But that would be stupid. Real police did not say clues. “Evidence.”

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter made a mental note of her almost grin. What was that about? Nothing to worry over, he assured himself.

‘‘Missing, yes. And sure.’‘ He smiled at her, as he dug out her file, pretending to the check the information when in all reality, he had it memorized from the couple of nights ago. ‘‘Okay, got it... Though I’d have to take you during my lunch break.. Which isn’t starting until in a half hour.’‘

Evidence, she says... She won’t find anything.

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter eyed the blood from the animal– it brought back pleasant memories of when he’d go out on a hunting trip with Harry and be able to kill, enjoying the ritualistic means of such an act. That beautiful blood…

The killer had to snap out of his thought process, before he would appear too strange, unnaturally drawn to the red liquid.

His eyes met hers, as she exclaimed the statement, which he flashed a careful smile at her for. ‘‘Indeed I do! And um…’‘ His gaze shifted slightly away from her in a practicing way. His gaze fixiated on the animal for a bit. ‘’I’ve… not been bad.’’ He said, fakely appearing freaked out by what she did.

‘’And… strange reasons, I suppose. Just enjoying another walk in the woods. And… Ah- isn’t eating raw meat bad for you?’’ he said it politely.

In all reality, he couldn’t give even one fuck towards her action.

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Brooke smiled a little, having caught the familiar gleam in his eye, the adoration of the gruesome she and her kind share before he hid it. She lifted her other hand and licked blood from her fingers and palm as she continued to stare at him. 

Her smile widened at his question as she continued to approach him until she was a couple meters away from him. “Hmm, a fellow child of nature, always a pleasure.” She glances at the deer carcass, ripping another bite out of the heart in her hand. “For most, I suppose, but just like alcohol or listening to twats, enure enough and the unpleasant effects lessen with time. I’ve been blessed with being fed this by my mother since baby-hood and thus have better resistance to the nasty bits of this deliciousness.”

She grinned wider at him and held the heart out of him. “Want to start building a tolerance?”

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter nodded at her, as he listened to her.

She doesn’t seem so bad, Dex. Harry whispered to him from his left, which the analyst cast a brief glance over towards.

He would have pulled a face of disgust, if he didn’t want to appeared masked at this moment. He just laughed a little, shaking his head as he gave her a slight smile. ‘‘No thanks... So what made you interested in eating raw meat and such?’‘

Once again, purely for conversation’s sake.

[alwayswillgraham]

and an ocean tumbled by || closed

“Just because it’s nonsense doesn’t make it useless,” Will said of the manifesto. He had not bothered trying to explain this before, not without someone like Jack there to force him. He would be called to offer his opinion in a professional setting at some near point, but he hadn’t planned to say anything before then. He hadn’t expected to find someone who sounded interested in it. As far as he could tell, the majority of his temporary colleagues only wanted to hear interpretations which held that the document was a legitimate composition rather than the balderdash Will believed it to be.

“Someone wrote it. A thought process is present if not yet evident. It’s- legible incoherence. Like ‘I am the Walrus.’ Or-” he looked around, leaving his thought unfinished. “He’s not a lunatic,” he said finally.

itsdextermorgan

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter had sent it only not too long ago, and already this guy was picking it apart well enough? He already had to deal with Frank Lundy, now this guy. What’s next? A psychologist to join this little happy team?

Not a lunatic.. Well thought...

He sighed through his nose. Though he couldn’t disagree with this discussion about him-- the thrill of dangling himself in front of everyone had an impact on his mood that day so far.

Also learned that some people see him as an anti-hero....

‘‘Hmm, not a lunatic, you say? Why say that? Is there any more indication otherwise in his letter?’‘ He asked carefully, eyes careful on Will.

[itsdextermorgan]

~ xxzoerivasxx likes this for a starter ~

‘‘Well….. this is awkward.’‘

Dexter had been right in middle of killing someone. He was about to stab the other killer right into the chest, when the stranger came inside.

‘‘It’s not what you think.’‘ He quickly supplied, trying to pathetically cover his tracks. He had a forming plan within his mind.

[xxzoerivasxx]

Zoe cocked a brow seeing Dexter about to kill someone. She couldn’t help but chuckle when he seemed to cover up what he was doing. “Hey, relax.” She smirked. “By all means continue. I rather enjoy watching when im not the one doing it myself. What did this guy do anyways?”

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter furrowed his brows in confusion. Someone wanted him to continue? Not the best circumstances to find himself in.

The muffled yells of the man below him however broke his concentration. And he desperately needed to think right now.

With a sigh, he readied his knife once again, now plunging into the bound’s chest. He left the knife there for now, silently enjoying the thrill of the blood running down underneath the plastic, seeing the life exit out of the man’s eyes.

He snapped out of it, glancing up towards Zoe.

‘‘Uhm.... He was a rapist.’‘

[itsdextermorgan]

Haunted

grossenglishtittyvampire

Dexter was trying to tie up rest of his work day---

Hurrying along to get things done.

He did just that in around ten minutes, now shoving things into his bag as he left the Forensics area, going towards the elevator. Halting, he hit the button off to the side on the wall. In back of his mind, he heard a faint whispering, but he ignored it.

[kryla-i-svitlo-deactivated20170]

Helena watched him look at the picture. In her head, she practiced saying the words in Beth’s voice, trying to mimic the Canadian copy cop’s accent,  trying to hide her own Ukrainian one. She tapped the picture. “She’s a fugitive. Wanted. For murder.” 

[itsdextermorgan]

Dexter furrowed his brows. He knew that already. ‘‘Ah--- right. The Case was semi-closed when we couldn’t find her... She went missing. Last time anyone had seen her was when she was at her home, apparently, I believe so.’‘

And ended up getting killed that very same night by yours truly.