#your blood in my veins

[polydeuces]

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; You linger in Dexter Morgan’s shadows, close enough to feel the darkness he hides so well. You know his secrets, his rituals, the thrill he keeps hidden from the world. Silently, you wait for that perfect moment to step into his path—so he can finally see that he’s been hunted all along.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (688words) mentions of cults, stalking, potential violence, intrusive thoughts, and elements of psychological tension.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

He was supposed to be the predator.

You’d watched him for a year now, the man who walked through the world with an all too familiar blend of invisibility and quiet command. Dexter Morgan, a blood–spatter analyst by day and something far more dangerous by night. But those were his surface-level disguises. You’d begun to peel back the layers, unraveling the nuances of a man who navigated life in the shadows, just as you have for so many years now.

It started innocently enough—fleeting moments when you’d caught sight of him on the crowded Miami streets, merging into the sea of faces like he belonged there. But you knew better. You knew what it was to wear masks, to walk amoung people undetected, unseen and unnoticed. There was something about him, the way he looked at the world, made him all the more intriguing.

So you watched. Carefully, hidden, with a patience you’d honed over years of practice, you observed him as he slipped out of his office at night, slightly tense in his gaze, focused, distant, as if he were listening to something only he could hear. Often times, you’d follow him to the places he frequented; his home, abandoned warehouses, places where the thin line between light and darkness blurred. You learned his routines, the way he’d pull his signature black gloves onto his hands, the way his eyes would sweep across the streets with a meticulous attention to detail before stepping into his own hidden rituals.

It fascinated you.. his dance, this performance between worlds. His life was a careful balance of precision and secrecy. And then there were his victims. You’d seen him work, watched from the edges as he sized up those he deemed worthy enough. You hadn’t intervened— after all, it wasn’t about them. It was about him. You needed to understand his purpose, what drove him and what rulebook or code tethered him to this life.

You began to study his life beyond the night as well, picking up pieces of Dexter Morgan, the man, the father, the blood-spatter analyst, the widower, the mask. You’d slip into his world unnoticed, lingering at places he went during the day; you listened to his colleagues, his sister and the casual comments that painted a picture of someone, friendly, yet distant, the “nice guy” who kept to himself.

You learned his patterns, his preferences, even the small, old habits he indulged in when he thought no one was watching. You uncovered the Dexter he showed to the world, the façade that kept his true nature hidden.

But you could see it—the subtle tension in his jaw, the guarded look in his eyes that surfaced when someone got too close, the small tells of a hidden life. The knowledge inside you—the kind of intimacy that was both exhilarating and forbidden—you knew him in a way no one else did, knew him not by the lies he told, but by the silence he kept.

So, you kept waiting, biding your time. You wanted him to know that he been seen, that he wasn’t as invisible as he thought. You wanted him to understand that he was no longer the only one who lived by a code of shadows. You watched him for countless nights—slipping in and out of his world like a phantom, leaving a sense of unease that you knew would begin to gnaw at him.

Until finally, one night, you decided it was time.

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024.

note; i have a taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you’d like your name added !

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show.

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Your Blood In My Veins -

‼️ALCINA ORIGIN STORY ALERT‼️

Deep into the heart of 1950s New York City, follow Alcina’s fall from fame as the most famous jazz singer of the age through the eyes of her estranged friend, a brilliant medical doctor whose passion is discovering the answer to infectious disease. After Alcina returns to your life for the first time in over 10 years pleading for help with her declining health, together you embark on a journey to save her that digs up long lost feelings and irrevocably changes both of your lives forever. Such a tale becomes Alcina’s darkest secret for decades to come.

Finally, the secret I’ve been keeping — aka, an Alcina Dimitrescu x Doctor!Reader that details my version of her origin story. I’ve done tons of historical research in prep for this fic. Best part is it will fit into the game’s canon like a glove. Prologue is available to read on AO3 now.

[lanternbats]

Bruce Wayne should be an old fashioned gothic romantic. When he actually falls in love with someone he should get a little weird and intense about it. “Alfred, how do I tell them I want to crawl into their very veins and pump their blood with my own hands without freaking them out” type shit. 

[veinsfullofstars]

“Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Dark Meta Knight, bust shot, covered in bloody spatters that drip down his armor, half-draped in a deep red shadow that bleeds in lines down the background. He glares at the viewer through the tilted visor of his mask, a single, manic-wide eye glowing gold in the shadows, an unusual orange slit pupil slashed through its center. He holds one hand up before him, gloveless, bloodstained, curled into claws as if he’s just ripped it out of something. END ID.)

Started 11/14/24, finished 11/16/24.

[eternalbastard]

“𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑵. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑺. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 ⸺ 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑰 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬.”

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐠ä𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 — 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥. 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 — 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.

[platossoulmates]

save me sexy vampire jubilee save me…

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Full article. Feb 20 2024 - link

[polydeuces]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; After weeks of silent observation, you finally step into Dexter Morgan’s world, confronting him in a dim alley with the knowledge of his darkest secrets. Drawn to your cryptic words and unnerving calm, Dexter is left with the choice; uncover the first traces of a deeper and more dangerous connection or lead the life he has been for years.

𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (833 words) Themes of stalking, manipulation, morally gray dynamics, psychological tension, and mentions of violence.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

He felt restless, a sense of anticipation swirling beneath him. It was then that he spotted you— standing at the edge of the alley, how had he not seen you before? He’s usually very aware of his surroundings. Your silhouette was sharp against the dim glow of a street lamp. There was something undeniably captivating about you, an energy that pulled him in like gravity. He hesitated took a step closer.

“Dexter Morgan,” you said, your voice low and velvety, as if you had been waiting for him. The sound sent a shiver down his spine.

“How do you know my name?�� he asked, the question spilling from his lips before he could stop it.

Your lips curled into a knowing smile. “I know far more than just your name.”

He felt his heartbeat quicken, the sudden rush of adrenaline igniting his instincts. Who was this woman? Why did she feel so.. familiar? “What is it you want?” he asked, his tone laced with caution.

“I know the real you and I want to help you understand,” You replied, stepping into the light. The glow illuminating your features— striking eyes, an intensity that felt almost magnetic. “You have urges, Dexter. Dark ones. I know what it feels like to wrestle with them.”

He felt is composure slip. No one spoke of his urges, not in the way you did. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Don’t I?” you countered, taking a step closer to him. “You hunt those who deserve it. You’ve chosen a path, and it is a path that many have traveled before you.”

“Who are you?” he demanded, trying to regain control of the conversation.

“Someone who has been exactly where you are,” you replied. He felt as though your gaze would pierce straight through him. “And someone who can lead you to others like you, if you’re willing to follow.”

Dexter hesitated, a flicker of intrigue battling against the instinctual wariness that had kept him alive all these years. You were unlike anyone he had encountered. She was unlike anyone he had encountered, sure Lila and Lumen had their own allure to them. But you were a riddle wrapped in shadows, and the thought of uncovering more about you, about this connection, was too tempting too resist.

“What do you mean, ‘others like me’? he pressed, squinting his eyes slightly.

“There’s a community,” you revealed, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.“They embrace the darkness, turn it into something powerful. You can help them use that power to perfect their craft, and they can show you how to embrace your true self without guilt.”

His breath caught in his throat as you spoke. Your words echoing in his mind as he tried to decode it all, there was a strange allure in your tone. “What’s in it for you?”

Your expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features. “Understanding and liberation,” you said simply. “You have the potential to more than just a monster, Dexter. You could become a force, a leader of your own.”

The weight of her words pressed down on him, igniting a fire of both fear and fascination. He had prided himself of his code and only ever working alone, never sharing his work with others, not completely. Yet he felt the pull of your promise tugging at him, until his cautionary voice screamed at him that this was a dangerous game.

“Why should I trust you?” he challenged? thought his resolve was already weakening.

“Because I am just like you,” you replied, stepping ever closer, the air thickening with tension. “And because I know you’re not as alone as you might feel you are.”

The darkness inside Dexter whispered that he could have finally someone who understood the weight of his secret life, but he was torn between skepticism and a deep need to belong. He inhaled deeply, his thoughts whirling with potential.

“Where do I find you?” he asked, the words escaping him almost against his will.

“You’re smart, Dexter, keep an eye out for the unfamiliar hiding within the familiar.” You said, your voice a sultry promise. “I will be waiting for you. Just as I have been.”

With that, you turned and vanished into the depths of the night, leaving him standing alone, grappling with the unsettling knowledge that he had encountered someone—an enigma who reminded him of himself. That scared him more than anything before. As he took a step back into the fray of the city, a new darkness unfurled within him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going on a journey that would change everything.

do not repost/duplicate on other sites. © polydeuces 2024.

taglist; @delsbtch @crustaceanwitch @stre3tleopard | taglist open for updates on this story—just let me know if you’d like your name added !

important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not of my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show and the writers involved. thank you.

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Chapter 2 of Your Blood In My Veins is live on AO3. Enjoy! 📄

[fellomen]

mohg: what do you mean you wont let me into your bloodstream.. do you hate me

[popopodogrev]

Something something Vex lashes out at Keyleth for an accident, but when Vax intervenes she realises she acted exactly like her father

[coweringnarcissus]

cont. of my the slip (nin) daniel/devil's minion post

i think this would be true for many of their songs (given the fact they're nine inch nails) but i found myself browsing the lyrics of songs on the album and... oooooohhhhh...

and then i remembered lyrics from the only time (my favorite song of theirs recently) and still... OOOOOOHHHHHHH...

(proof below)

[veinsfullofstars]

🌌 Memories of wonder 🌌

(ID: Kirby series fanart of the CFAU kids - Bow Dee, Meta, Dedede, and Para Dee respectively - seated side-by-side in their winter garb on top of a snowy hill dotted in footprints, their backs to the viewer, gazing up at the green-blue waves of an aurora glowing overhead across the starry night sky. END ID.)

Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here!)

Sketch started some time in 12/23, render started 01/08/24, finished 03/13/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

[florallylly]

eddie munson be pathetically and grossly in love with steve harrington challenge

[inaconstantstateofchange]

durge meeting another durge, for @sky-kiss

[hum-suffer]

I think we're all going to connect here, because i just saw this reel of a girl being like you can cheat on me as long as I don't know you are and I'm guarding my mental peace by not asking you and allowing you to cheat.

Girl.

IF A GUY CHEATS ON YOU, HE'S A DICK, DUMP HIM.

IF A GIRL CHEATS ON YOU, SHE'S A BITCH, DUMP HER.

Cheating is a choice and it's pathetic. If you desire someone else, love someone else, finish your goddamn current relationship and then go with them. You want physical attention? Break up and go. You want emotional attention? Break up and go.

You cannot justify cheating.