#you are who you eat

[stychu-stych]

Day 1: "You are who you eat" > day 2

I decided to go with my modern au during this October ✨

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[minawritesfanfic]

You are who you eat

Dexter Morgan x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Dexter talks to you about the elephant in the room, and you finally tell Deb about you seeing her brother.

Part 7

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Dexter returned to work, or at least the building, he needed to find you and explain things before there was another misunderstanding like when Rita first found out about him and Lila. Dexter’s eyebrows furrowed at the thought but he need to focus on finding you, but as he stepped through ghe glass doors of the precinct he realized he didn’t know where your office was. He knew that you were in IT but that was about it, the tech people usually came to him rather than the ofher way around. Dexter approached the woman at the front desk and asked her, she gave him a once over before pointing him in the right direction. Dexter was off before she could even sarcastically say you’re welcome, he made it to the office and saw you inside as the door was open. You looked up from your computer and sighed as you stood, you walked out past him.

“Follow me,” you said curtly leading him away.

Dexter felt like a guilty puppy following you away. But he listened, day one into your relationship and he had already gotten another woman pregnant. He didn’t even need to imagine all the horrible thoughts you were thinking about him, after a short walk Dexter found himself alone with you in a quiet hallway with you away from prying eyes. You stood with your arms crossed and foot tapping, you looked at him expectantly.

“So go on, explain I’m listening.” Dexter paused his mouth agape as he tried to figure out what to say.

“Well that was my ex-girlfriend, Rita.”

“That’s it? That’s your entire explanation?” You asked and Dexter looked away exhaling.

“It’s a long and complicated story.”

“Then you should hurry up and explain it, I’m really trying not to jump to conclusions. Unless you want me to?” You said throwing your arms up exasperated and Dexter sighed.

“She’s my ex girlfriend but we broke up because I was involved with another woman, Lila, who in hindsight is crazy and obsessed with me. But I also ended things with Lila shortly after you started sending me those notes, she broke into Rita’s house and was likely the one who set the cabin on fire. Honestly I’ve been avoiding both of them especially after our first date.” Dexter explained but his explanation sounded better in his head than aloud, your silence wasn’t comforting either.

“….wow, I am not quite sure what to say. I never imagined you would be the type to cheat, let alone with someone you of all people have deemed ‘crazy’. I think this is definitely a conversation we need to have more indepthly later, but for now what are you doing about the baby..?” Your went quiet as if you were afraid to even mention the baby, as if you wished it wasn’t real.

“I plan to step up as a father of course, but Rita wants to get back together.” Dexter sad flatly.

“Are you?”

“No, Rita and I aren’t compatible but we are. I want to be with you, but I understand if me having a kid with another woman ruins that.”

“It doesn’t, but it makes things a bit awkward now.”

Dexter placed his hands gently on your shoulders rubbing his thumbs against the fabric of your shirt gently, you leaned forward and rested your head against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his torso. Dexter hugged you back and gave you a squeeze, he was glad that the situation had been resolved for the most part. He was thankful that despite the abruptness and absurdity of the situation that you hadn’t blown it out of proportion, it was like a heavy weigh had been lifted off his chest. He couldn’t blame you if you had gotten angry and immediately jump to your own conclusions, but you didn’t. You actually stepped back and listened to him, and didn’t try to make a fight out of it. Dexter pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you before pulling away from the hug.

“I’m going to Rita’s house later tonight to talk about things, and to see her kids since they miss me.”

“Alright, but call me whenever you get home. But wow I didn’t know Rita had other kids, she looks so young.” You said as you fixed your hair slightly.

“Yeah, their names are Astor and Cody, they’re really sweet kids.”

“That’s nice, but we should both probably get back to work. We can talk about this more later so don’t forget to call me later alright, Dexter?”

“Alright, I won’t forget.” Dexter kissed your forehead once more and you both parted ways for the day.

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Work passed by in a flurry, my mind was too distracted to be present in the monotony that was work. I hadn’t even realized I had driven all the way home until I suddenly blinked and was sat on my couch, even though I had talked with Dexter I still wasn’t happy about the situation. I understood that ‘Rita’ had likely gotten pregnant way before I was even in the picture, still this wasn’t how I wanted to start off a brand new relationship. Day one and there was already so much baggage, and honestly makes me feel like I’m the other woman. I groaned as I got up and walked over towards the fridge, I grabbed some left overs and heated them up in the microwave. While it cooked I grabbed a bottle of wine and pour myself a large glass, getting tipsy wouldn’t be enough tonight. It took two trips but I brought my food, the wine glass, and bottle of wine to the living room of my apartment. I took a long sip from my glass before setting it down on the coffee table with my plate on my lap. I flipped through channels on the tv and eventually found a channel I liked, I took a bit of my food and melted into the couch. It was absolutely delicious, I was eating leftover calf meat that I turned into fiesta chicken. Nothing grand but it hit the spot, nothing like warm food and some alcohol to soothe your soul.

I finished my food quickly and now laid on my side, watching the tv with my head propped up on my arm. It has been a few hours and I had changed my mind on drinking all that wine, it would be best to be somewhat sober when Dexter called. Speaking of which I heard my phone ring from the kitchen counter. I slowly go up and grabbed it, I didn’t bother checking who it was and answered it quickly. My shoulders slumped slightly as I heard Debra’s voice, I walked back to couch and laid down on my back.

“Hey, are you free to talk right now?”

“Yeah, I need to talk to you anyways. What’s up?”

“I just needed to brag that I’m going to be an auntie soon, my brothers girlfriend is pregnant! I mean they’re sort of broken up right now, but with that skank gone it’ll be smooth sailing.” I winced, Debra was in the minority of people who didn’t know about my workplace crush on Dexter.

“Yeah congratulations, but that’s kind of what I needed to talk to you about Deb.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dexter asked me to be his girlfriend the other day.” The silence was defeaning and I could practically hear the cogs turning in her head.

“Since when we’re guys getting to know each other like that? Why we’re you even getting to know each other at all?”

“Since roughly a month and a half ago, I’ve been meaning to tell yo-“

Before I could say anymore Deb hung up on me, I sighed and laid my phone on my stomach. I knew I probably should have told her sooner about Dexter and I, but I just hadn’t had the chance nor was I sure it would actually go this far. I dragged my hands down my face with a groan, I figured I just needed to give her some space but as my phone rung again I figured I didn’t have to.

“Deb look I’m sorry.”

“Deb? This is Dexter.” I abruptly sat up and adjusted myself realizing who it was.

“Oh hi Dexter, did you uh make it home alright?”

“Yeah, all in one piece.” He joked which made me smile, but a silence cane over us.

It was clear neither of us wanted to be the first on to talk, but also needed a moment to think of what to say. I knew I wasn’t going to talk first, Dexter was the one with all the complicated shit going on. I was just a innocent bystander caught up in it, who frankly was embarrassed to feel so strongly for him already. It had been just a little over a month and here I was wanting to make a relationship that had barely begun work out, anyone else and I would be running for the hill. Seriously pregnant ex girlfriend and a possibly crazy ex girlfriend who’s not a serial killer but ignored the fact Dexter had a man locked on a cage in a cabin. If any of that was true then that was insane, and the things she might do if she found out I was in the picture was unpredictable. I shuddered at the thought hut Dexter finally spoke up.

“In most cases police have found that majority of serial killers tend to be loners who didn’t get along with very man people, so having a girlfriend with kids made me the opposite of that stereotype. But with her ex-husband being a drug addict because of all the late nights out.” He paused for a moment and I let him know I was listening.

“So I ended up in rehab with Lila, I was just there to appease Rita but then Lila understood me. She saw past my facade and I honestly believed with her help I could stop killing, but she was obsessed and wanted to be the only positive influence in my life. She broke into Rita’s house and gave someone who wanted to kill me my exaxt location, pulling away didn’t work either she even affected my coworkers and accused one of assaulting her. And the cabin on fire was indeed her doing, she was try to protect me in her own way before trying to kill Rita’s kids in a fire next.” He paused once more with a heavy sigh as he recounted everything, i could practically see the furrows in his brows through the phone.

“Then there was you, mysterious and possibly dangerous. You knew exactly who and what I was yet you hadn’t revealed it, which I doubt would’ve been hard for you to forge belieable enough evidence to get people ok the right path. Then to find out you were like me was exhilarating, not to mention fascinating seeing how normally you function despite what you do. You were beautiful in ways I could never be and I was hypnotized, you’re not someone I need as a cover or to get over my dark passenger. You’re my true equal in life.” I felt my face flush at his words and couldn’t hide my smile as I listened, and I felt happy as he went silent again.

“That was.. a lot and truthfully I don’t know what to say in response to most of that. But I’m glad you see me as an equal, I’m certain we can figure out this Rita situation together.”

“I would completely understand if you ran for the hills right this moment.”

“I won’t Dexter, I’m your girlfriend and we’re in this together now.”

“Thank you…”

“Of course, but I should probably mention that when I was talking to Debra earlier I told her about us and well she didn’t take it well….”

“I’ll talk to her, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, I just didn’t want to blindside you but just let her know I’m sorry.”

Dextered hummed in response and the air fell silent once again but it was less awkward this time. It was more so a natural pause as we both fully absorbed everything, it was a lot but I truly believed we could do it. I also felt I had a better idea of who Dexter was now, he longed to be understood and treated normally. I was starting to get the idea he wasn’t always like this, but it wasn’t my place to ask deeper questions that would tell me more at the moment. All I could do was wait for him to open up and give him a safe space to do so, I sighed and relaxed more into the couch and spoke up.

“I know you just got back home, but do you want to come over? Or I could come there.”

“I’ll be at yours in ten minutes.” I was flustered by the abrupt and sat up.

“Oh okay, I’ll see you soon then! Drive safe okay.” Dexter hung up and I quickly cleaned up and made sure that none of my cannibalism was visible for whenever Dexter got here.

Who had to have been speeding as he got here in record time, I heard a knock on my door just as I was tucking away a few more things. I patted away the dust on my hands and opened my apartment door, Dexters expression was blank and he stood outside my door not moving for a moment seemingly hesitating. I stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug which he welcomed, pulling me closer to him and holding me tightly. I wish I could understand what was going through his head, eventually I pulled him inside. We laid in my bed together just chatting as we laid side by side, it was like we were kids having a sleepover. We bounced from topic to topic, occasionally sharing pointers for our ‘hobby’, and dexter even told a few jokes. It was surreal and relaxing compared to the days previous events, I looked over at Dexter as he laid on his back staring up at the ceiling. I laid on my stomach resting my head on my arms as I faced him, he was telling me a story about Deb from when they were younger. The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he talked and I could see that it was a fond memory for him, I could help but smile as I nodded along as we continued talking.

“Do you have any fond childhood memories?” He asked as he turned to face me, I looked away as I thought for a moment.

“Uhm well I was an only child so I was pretty spoiled growing up, but I think my fondest memory is probably the first time I remember my mom cooking for me. I was super hungry and her cooking was so delicious, I ate until I nearly passed out.” It was a fond memory even if it was the first time she cooked human meat for me.

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It was just after my fifth birthday that I had spent with ‘them’, I was still recovering from the after affects and hadn’t been eating well. I spent most of my days bed ridden and starving, I remember waking up hazy from a nap as I smelt something cooking. I weakily crawled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, the sun was pouring in from the windows and cast my mothet in an angelic glow. She was doing something over the stove and I approached her, I clung to the back of her leg hugging it tightly as I rest my head against her. She looked down at me and smiled sadly, “Would you like to try some? I think you’ll like it.”

I doubted her words but I wanted to try it, she feed me what looked like chicken on a spoon and I ate it. I was ready to recoil and spit it out but I didn’t, I chewed and it waa delicious. I felt my hunger grow and I looked up at her for more, she smiled again and now that I thought back on it she was crying. She sent me to the table and gave me a plate, that I practically shoveled it into my mouth and my mom had to slow me down several times. Before long I had eaten all of dinner by myself, and sat stuffed in the dinning room chair. Everything else was kind of blurry but I remember my mother picking me up and holding me for a while, then she brought back to bed and tucked me. Last thing I remember is her rubbing my face while i dozed off.

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[denebuladoesart]

Posted this on my insta and TikTok cuz I need to start putting my art degree to use yall sorry not sorry

[toomanyartsuppliesnotenoughtime]

Remember, it is important for your new god to eat the old ones, it gives them vital nutrients and help speed up and stabilize the ascension process!

[maimoncat]

CotlTober week 1 - Ekstase

Phew and first week done! I’m doing the @stychu-stych’s Cotl Drawtober challenge Like I said, I’m not really gonna be able to make these daily, but I will try to make them weekly. I kind of mixed a few of the prompts for the first week here, so I’ll title it after what the Lamb experiencing here: heavenly, powerful, delicious, disgusting, overwhelming and the farthest from what they ever wanted.

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Since you guys liked Marcille as Kermit that much, it seems fitting to thank you for my 12k milestone with MORE Kercille. And this time, Miss Falin is also here.

Thank you so much again everybody! MWAH 💗

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Actual scene from episode 24

[roninkairi]

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

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[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[proselles]

you know what i think is really cool about dungeon meshi? the fact that it really handles the whole 'how our food is made' so gracefully. in this day and age, we've become so disconnected from how our food is produced and distributed that the thought of how our food is obtained brings disgust to many people (and for the big industry farms, it honestly should! but im referring to our existence as omnivores in the food chain). marcille acted ridiculous whenever the thought of killing a monster for food is brought up, but honestly, she's a great model for how many people nowadays react whenever they have to truly think about what they are consuming/are brought to a meat farm.

senshi shows the characters (and us, the audience) about the process of making food in a respectful, genuine way to the creatures he has used to produce nourishing meals. by explaining the nutrition and benefits of each creature, he creates and healthy relationship between the consumers and the meal they have. the show really brings a new dimension of respect for each of our meals. truly the bob ross/marie kondo of cooking.

[tinystepsforward]

idk how many of you remember this but a few years ago tumblr ran a universally panned ad campaign for (us american) pride month that went "the gayest place on the internet".

well someone planning that campaign dropped in to ask the queer automatticians for advice on that and universally me and the other trans people involved were like "don't do it. i am so serious. don't do it. people on tumblr won't understand that it wasn't automattic who instituted the porn ban, or they will, but they'll recognize that automattic hasn't done anything, hands tied or not, to reverse it. nobody will like this. it will be a disaster." and they thanked us for our thoughts and went ahead with it anyway and then had to do retrospectives about how badly it went and were like "we just didn't know" and [gestures] yeah [edit: i think the person who rbed saying it was queerest place on the internet was right, my brain is fried, sorry! and that's... even worse lmao]