the dark defender

Indie rp blog for Dexter Morgan of the Dexter Series. [[ please read rules for more information && before attempting to roleplay with me ]]

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{ my dexter mused has like fled far away. sorry guys! }

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{ sorry i havent been online much. i've got strep throat and i feel awful. i'll be back when i feel better }

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      Rita Rita Rita. She had nothing against her but Dexter shouldn’t be so trusting by throwing his girl’s name around, especially the children. She of course, in no way, was a threat to them, but some people out there might be. Silly man.       Mary propped her head up with her hand, her elbow resting on the ledge near the glass of the window and let her eyes peer out onto the dark street. Conveniently enough the street lamp above them was out, so they rested in darkness until the car was started. “You think?" She shot him a glance, a curl of her lips showed the slightest of amusement before it was gone again.       “She would probably be the most damaged woman in the world to know she was stupid enough not to see what you are. I doubt she would ever trust again.” She wasn’t trying to say this out of spite, but honesty. 

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「 dexter hated for anyone to speak bad about rita. she was the best thing to ever happen to him. she gave the facade of normalcy that he so desperately seeked. she was his saving grace. he cared for her deeply--to an extent. in that moment, he wanted to reach over and hurt mary for speaking bad about his girlfriend. but, he resisted the urges he felt. they were strong urges but, somehow he resisted. he already had the chore of disposing of one body, better not make it two. after all, he needed to get home to rita and the kids. 」

                         ❝ i'm working very hard to make sure she never finds out. ❞

「 he scowled through his teeth as he drove towards the docks where he kept his boat. his grip growing tighter on the steering wheel. 」

                         ❝ very few people know about who i really am. so it would be in your best interest to keep it to yourself. ❞

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ten underused character questions.

[the-darkdxfendxr]

 i was tagged by grossenglishtittyvampire

                          introduction —

name: Dexter Morgan

age: 41

your favorite picture of your muse’s fc: 

                            questions —

what would be their twitter name? what sorts of tweets would they tweet? Dexter doesn't fool much with social media but, if he did; his twitter name would be -- thebloodguy -- but it would have loads of underlying meanings. his tweets would consist mostly of things that he thought made him seem normal. example -- ate waffles with the family and now off to catch more murders. keeping miami safe, one killer at a time. 

what’s their favourite genre of movies? of music? Dexter like classical music, mostly. helps him think. As for movies, he rarely has time for them. he'll catch the ending of the occasional kids movie with rita and the kids.

what’s on their top queue on Netflix?  Most likely some documentary about a serial killer. or some crime show.

what’s their favourite scent? do they smell like that?  coffee. dex is a coffeeholic. dex generally smells like some fancy cologne.

apple or android? dex doesn't care much for smartphones, he's content with his ancient flip phone.

favourite season? least favourite season?  winter. he likes the cold. which makes living in Miami sort of weird. least favorite; spring.

are they a bottom or top or versatile?  dex is most defnitely a top.

describe their morning routine. Do they wake up early or sleep in? do they press the snooze button a bunch of times or do they immediately get up?  dex is a morning person. he's usually up when the sun is up. that's partly due to his weird work hours but, he doesn't mind. after waking up, he showers. then he shaves. then he fixes himself breakfast along with coffee. then he brushes and flosses his teeth before getting dressed and putting on his shoes. then it's off to work.

if they were to be compared to a(nother) canon character, who would that be?  ;; i have no idea whom i would compare dex to.

tag five people so they can get to know their muse too: anyone who wants to do it.

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                            his eyebrows furrow at dexter’s unexpected admissions, and the depth in brian’s eyes is no longer as fake as it was before. he understands that; he has never felt love for anyone, either. he loved dexter, and he loved their mother… but that was long ago, and the time for love has passed. brian doesn’t love dexter anymore, no, but he will certainly try to. at the very least, he will protect dexter, and he will embrace him as he is. he only hopes that he will be protected and embraced in return.

                                           if not, brian will watch dexter anyway, like he promised their mother.

               brian shifts awkwardly in his seat, and the drumming of his fingertips against the counter comes to a cease. he’s having trouble finding the proper words with which to respond without betraying his true motives, but perhaps dexter’s poor social instincts will pin this on the weight of his confessions. he clears his throat and worries his lower lip. ❝ to each his own, i guess, but i think love gives life meaning. ❞ total horseshit, of course, but brian sells it with little effort.

                                  ❝ i just… wow, dexter. that’s some heavy stuff. ❞ and yet he revels in learning that dexter has never loved anyone; not even debra. he decides that he wants to hear more about that. ❝ not even debra? i hope she doesn’t know that. she’d be crushed. oh! and don’t worry; your secret’s safe with me, dex. you can always trust me with anything. ❞ at least dexter could count on this. brian would take dexter’s secrets to his grave, no matter how swiftly and inevitably that grave is approaching.

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「 dexter was still leaning against the hard granite even as he poured out his confessions as though he was talking to a priest. his eyes stared absentmindedly down at the counter, not wanting to face the man before him as he gave him some sort of insight into his heart. 」

                     ❝ i know a few other things that give my life meaning. i don't need to love or feel loved in order to be at peace with myself. ❞

「 dexter re-positioned himself--now leaning on his elbows. he finally glanced up at rudy when he spoke of deb. loving deb only seemed like the normal thing to do. she was his sister after all. whether they were siblings biologically or not. i suppose dex did love her--to an extent. 」

                    ❝ i don't love her in the way i think i am supposed to. i mean, she's there for me and i'm grateful for that. same way, i'm grateful for rita being around. sure i'd be upset if something happened to her but, i don't love her.❞

「 he paused for a moment. 」

                   ❝ this isn't making sense is it? ❞

[the-darkdxfendxr]

; i lied. i will do drafts tomorrow.

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; i promise to do drafts today.

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Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.

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i don’t drop threads i just draft them and do them like two months later

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"If you think I’m so incompetent, go check for yourself.” He was beginning to wear down that paper thin visage, it was usually so calm and collected but insulting her sent you to the grave. If he so much took a step toward the building, she would probably be compelled to knock him over the head and dump him with the other body.         “—-God, you’re a charm." Sarcasm soaked her tone, quickly stomping to the passenger’s side of the car. If this was his way of deterring her from tagging along again, it was working.

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⌠ realizing the asshole approach hadn't been successful in seizing her idiotic need to tag along, dex furrowed his brow in defeat. he briefly glanced back at the kill room, deciding to take her word on the cleanliness of the premises. he hummed to himself as he made his way to the drivers side and entered the vehicle. he glanced over at mary, it was antagonizing not to know what was coursing through her mind in that very moment. she'd just bared witness to his killing method. the brutality of it all had to have affected her in some way but, she seemed calm and that was a scary thing to dexter. the last person who had seemed that calm during a kill was brian. he clenched his jaw as he thought of his brother. reminding himself of harry's code. don't make it personal. ⌡ ❝ rita seems to think so. then again, i think my prince charming act would falter greatly if she knew the real me instead of the faithful boyfriend i pretend to be. ❞

[angstmemes]

Mun VS. Muse

(Bold what applies.)

ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF YOU IS:

Older? muse/mun Taller? muse/mun Richer? muse/mun Neater? muse/mun Nicer? muse/mun Smarter? muse/mun Funnier? muse/mun

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

Who is a better friend? muse/mun Who lies the most? muse/mun Who swears the most? muse/mun Who reads more? muse/mun Who is more creative? muse/mun Who is more troubled? muse/mun Who has better morals? muse/mun

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;; i will look it up!

[homiciidoll-moved-blog]

        She wasn’t looking at him she wasn’t really looking at anything for a moment. She was slightly angered, but the fuse had sizzled out just in time. She had to remain calm—- though she never saw why restraining her feelings to be helpful unless the person didn’t deserve her spite.         He wouldn’t find much on her anyway, not a criminal record to be had with this one, except for maybe some parking tickets. Other places, as in maybe the institution would have a bit more on her. She wanted to burn that right up.         “Release.” Still, she stared on. She didn’t want to talk about this here—- in the dark with the rustle of plastic caught by the breeze. “Better, about… who I am.” Dark hues flickered to his face, gauging his response, if there was one.

[the-darkdxfendxr]

⌠ dexter glared at her intently for a moment before turning his attention back to the bags in the trunk. every bag was accounted for and with that he closed the trunk. ⌡              “ did you remember to make sure the kill room was absolutely clear? i can't have some rookie mistake bringing me down after decades of evading the law. ” ⌠ dexter question her as though she was a child. he knew for a fact that mary was no rookie. he just enjoying teasing her. which was odd since he possessed no emotion whatsoever. ⌡              “ if the kill room is spotless, then we should go. we need to dump these bodies so that i may return home to my girlfriend and her children. i do have a reputation to uphold. ”

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                                   ♔Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack                                           All dressed in black, black, black                                    With silver buttons, buttons, buttons [butt'ns]                                            All down her back, back, back.♔

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Dexter

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