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❛❛ ——– absolutely not. but i can promise you that you will not be alone. ❜❜ a multi-muse writing blog including nadia vulvokov & alan zaveri of netflix’s russian doll, ft. characters from teen wolf, the 100, the walking dead, until dawn, revolution & more! written by harmony.
hello all! it is with sadness i announce that i have temporarily moved deb to a multi-muse, just because i’m finding it difficult to manage this many single-muse blogs. i would be happy enough to continue any threads over there please either like this post or message me privately. this switch could be temporary, but right now i know it’s what i need! i love you all.
@surviveir !
random debra morgan gifs - featuring a Mood™
“ is everything alright? ”
stygian nightfall lays in the locks that brush her collarbones, palms puppetted to press upon forehead in the perpetuity of her anguish: she’s told him before, she’s broken, as she witnessed lundy’s blood ooze into the drain. but this... outlives the loss endured. [ ARE YOU A SERIAL KILLER? ---- YES. ] it haunts her, repeats with every thump of her heart & she prays for an awakening, betwixt her sheets she’ll rise with the knowledge it had all been one long dream... [ but the pinch of her skin will not wake her ] palms embed, nails claw & composure is lost, emotions free - falling within the glimmer reflected in her tears. ---- why couldn’t he lie? told deb that her speculations were false & the evidence coincidental? ---- oh god, she aches: yearns for the nightmares to cease.
❛ no, dex ---- everything’s not fuckin’ alright! ❜ she refutes in fragmented verse, the sobs racking her torso leaving her breathlessly malcontent... she adores her sibling beyond expression, but betrayal empties her lungs with the fill of blood. ❛ it’s never gonna fuckin’ be -- alright! you’re ---- a serial killer. how the fuck can i be alright with that? ---- g - god! ❜
a quick thread wishlist i’ve got for deb:
she’s already dabbled in working undercover in like s1 (and technically s8), so maybe some threads where your muse is hanging out with her whilst not knowing she’s undercover?
private. investigating. yes. she can capture ur no good husband cheating on u for the right price ;)
s8 canon ‘off - the - rails’ deb -- heavy drinking & substance abuse could bring our muses together, or alternately, they could try and bring her back to normality?
serial killer deb, serial killer apprentice deb, any & all.
being partners in the force, early coffee runs, solving cases, the whole shebang
kinda shippy but the whole criminal/detective love story is my jam
being debra’s ci (working undercover for her in order to avoid jail time)
𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫… 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
like this for a fucking starter. ----- by that, i mean an ic / canon quote that uses the f - bomb.
vicaruis:
❛ i am not the intelligent psychopath you are looking for. ❜
❝ so, you’re telling me your name’s not will fucking graham? ❞ SHE IS PAST EXASPERATION, lithe limbs readied to surrender: he was not an easy find for the lieutenant & her collapse into fatigue was imminent.
@nondeserve said: thanks i hate it ! poor deb 😭 srsly though i love how you write her !
wedtocrime:
❛ 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, not equally wrong. you were at least six more wronger than me. ❜
SNEER DEALT, deb is somewhat consumed by her errors -- it was infrequent for her to be so despicably wrong! it taunts her ( in the shape of a friend jovially targeting her mistake ). ❝ ha - ha, FUCK YOU very much. ❞
🍻 + “ what’s your biggest regret ? ” / remy
MARIA LAGUERTA. her assailant vanquishes her good spirit & spawns a fiendish mood. akin to a doe, bewilderment shapes her complexion, slack-jawed & wide-eyed, debra recognises her partner’s query is a mode of friendliness, a deep secret shared over one too many empty beer bottles. BUT THE MEMORY HAUNTS HER. deep into dusk, debra remains awake with the streams of consciousness, which path should she take? sometimes, her gun fixates on dexter, the next laguerta, and she visualises how different her life could’ve been if she’d allowed dexter’s reign to fall. but they all end the same, with the knowledge that living without dexter was no life at all. a mighty swig of her drink trails the silence, her throat dipping as she empties the contents of her beer. it softens the acidity she wishes to use in her refute.
❝ being a cop, i always tried to do the right thing. even if that thing wasn’t... like... lawful, or what-the-fuck-ever. i once went to arrest this woman & i saw her &... i just let her go. because i fuckin’ thought murdering her rapist was fair game. i still think it’s what i should’ve done, but i could’ve lost my fuckin’ job. ❞ it’s not her regret in it’s entirety, only a quiet beginning, and she audibly sighs as the familiar prick behind her eyes summon tears to well. she blinks them back, something she’d become all too good at in recent years, and she subconsciously picks at the label circling beer bottle, absent-minded. ❝ one time, i made a bad choice --- to kill someone in cold blood. someone who didn’t deserve it. i thought it would save someone else, save me... and i have to fuckin’ live seeing her everywhere i go. you ask me what’s my biggest fuckin’ regret... i never should have pulled that trigger. ❞
send me a 🍻 + the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer: accepting. @nondeserve.
You didn’t do anything wrong.
“ who hurt you ?” hA
WHO HURT YOU? debra morgan, who hurt you? callous exterior sheathes her from the cruelness of being. it permeates her, the hurt, seeping into every drop of perspiration that pools on her skin. it’s a fate inexorable: the puppeteer doles out their destinies, and hers was doomed a tragedy. to gaze upon her was to bask in the dusk, disposition haunted by ills beyond her control. bad things happened to debra morgan, bad people, she was misguided by her desperate longing for love ( or, perhaps, was it lust? ). the trials of her temperament vanquished her good spirit, no longer did she believe in good people. she had been tested one too many times.
a scoff ghosts her lower lip, ❝ gee, it’s a long fucking list. probably easier to ask me who didn’t. ❞ daddy broke her heart long before a boy got the chance to. debra attempted to win his adoration, to no avail, yet felt forlorn evermore at his early demise. murder & heartbreak summarised her brief courtships. and to finalise her adversity, perhaps worst of all ---- her brother, notorious serial killer. she weeps for the woman she could’ve been, misfortune fermenting her narrative. ❝ everyone lets you down. it’s so much easier being alone. ❞
send me a 🍻 + the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer: accepting. @coltled.
🍺 + “ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?” (L O L sorry not sorry)
A RESURGENCE OF CONQUERED AFFLICTIONS, debra tugs her eyebrows together to subdue the evidence. ( incredulity governs her cheek — lurking like a bad taste ). ❝ the fuck business is it of yours? ❞ poisoned by insobriety, the slur comes with visible displays of her own discomfort: the drag of her digits through unkempt hair, damnation’s glare. cruor aerates with the desire to love & to be loved equally in return, nothing more & nothing less. many times she’d dared to love a prince charming, only to discover the wolf sheathed by the guise, so frequent she’d been conned into thinking she was at fault. ( WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? ) ——– deb was a victim to her own mind’s tricks.
❝ FUCK KNOWS. some of them… fuck, all of them. ❞ she almost laughs at the tragedy writ in her stone. let’s see… there was sean, married. brian moseby, who found fame as the ice truck killer. skip the nights of heartbreak, spent skimming the ice cream syrup, & the funeral attendances in between, to dexter, her adopted brother, exceeding notoriety as the bay harbor butcher. debra morgan is unlovable, tormented by the very notion that one day she could be loved. retinas scorch the side of a bottle, her tongue dry & further inebriation imminent. a swig sends contents down her throat, emptying the chalice of it’s nectar: poisoning her conversation with her sudden discontent. ❝ i put my fuckin’ heart on the table every time, and i’m bleeding the fuck out. they took it all from me & i’ve got nothing left. ❞
send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer: accepting. @reticencetm.
drunken confession.
your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.
“ what’s holding you back in life ?”
“ is everything alright? ”
“ when did you choose to give up ?”
“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”
“ how many have you slept with ?”
“ what’s your biggest secret ?”
“ do you believe in love ?”
“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”
“ what scares you more than anything ?”
“ have you ever considered running away ?”
“ do you love me ?”
“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”
“ who hurt you ?”
“ what made you this way ?”
“ is there anyone special in your life ?”
“ why are you always smiling ?”
“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”
“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”
“ who are you, really ?”
“ is there anything you regret ?”
“ what’s your biggest regret ?”
“ tell me about your first kiss ?”
“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”
“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”
“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”
“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”
“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”
“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”
“ when was the last time you cried ?”
“ how come you keep running away ?”
“ have you ever made someone cry ?”
“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”
“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”
“ do you believe in true love ?”
“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”
“ do you regret letting me close ?”
“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”
“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”
“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”
“ do you ever get scared ?”
“ what do you really think of life ?”
add your own for further development.
