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i have seen the clois kitchen makeout kiss on my tl more than i have seen my family this month

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update!

hey guysssss so basically the Dexter fic wont be continuing until further notice due to my schedule (i have exams in 4 days lol) and hopefully i can upload little drabbles and/or mini-fics of some characters! chapter 3 is barely in the works and i really wanna focus on exams n doing my portfolios for university-- and i even got burnt out at some point. i'll still repost things i find funny or stuff that i like, but i wont be uploading any long fics for a while until November or somewhere in October -- so yeah!

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octoslick masterlist :3

what fandoms i will be writing for (at the moment):

superman (2025—might actually get into the comics too!)

bridgerton

dexter

criminal minds

hannibal

suits

the gentlemen

sanditon

more coming soon!! (^.^)

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fics i've written so far!!

keywords/symbols

ʚɞ - series

☘︎ - drabbles/imagines/scenarios

𐙚 - based on my bots (click here for my c.ai profile)

ꨄ︎ - fluff

ᝰ - suggestive

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📍Dexter

DEXTER MORGAN

secret acts of violence - ch 1 - ch 2

BRIAN MOSER

coming soon

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📍Bridgerton

BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

Coming soon

ANTHONY BRIDGERTON

coming soon

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📍Superman (2025)

CLARK KENT

Coming soon

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this is just a starting masterlist! im gonna be really busy with exams for the next couple of months so we'll hope i upload some drabbles or whatever

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secret acts of violence | chapter 2

pairing: dexter morgan × m!secret serial killer!reader

synopsis: after witnessing his boyfriend capture his target, dexter is starting to question M/n and his persona.

warning(s): typical Dexter warnings, reader is implied to be a serial killer, slightly ooc Dexter (i think? idk), uhh i cant think of anything else but you get the jist</3 pls comment if i missed one!

word count: 841

author's note: this chapter is slightly shorter than chapter 1, but that's because i wanted to kinda prolong the story a little, soooo yeah. feedback, likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

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Dexter watched as M/n drove away with the unconscious ex-military man in his trunk, still reeling from seeing his boyfriend knock someone out cold. It surprised him. The man who looked like he couldn't even crush a bug was driving away with a man in his trunk. Dexter sighed loudly at what he saw, and he jogged again along the pavement until he made it to his apartment.

The apartment was a cool contrast to the blistering heat that was just behind the door; the curtains were drawn close enough to let some natural light in but enough to keep the heat out. Dexter sat on his couch as he thought about what M/n said last night, about how they found the wrong Blood Eagle murderer and that he was still out there. What could he possibly be hinting at? Could he be the murderer? No, no way. They’ve been together for a few months, and they’ve known each other for longer, so it’s not like it’d be complicated to tell him, no?

But then again, Dexter knew that a serial killer wouldn’t even dare tell their partner about their… past time activities, about how they kill people who either deserved it in their eyes, or just killed people just for the fun of it– the killing for fun thing was a bit weird for Dexter. As his thoughts began to wander, he snapped out of it as his stomach rumbled in protest, his hunger evident. He grunted as he stood up and walked to his kitchen, looking around for something to eat for lunch. Hm, there was still some pork left in his fridge, so he made himself a good old pork sandwich — he wasn’t addicted to them, he just liked the taste.

Dexter sat on his study table as he looked through Briggs’ records for the umpteenth time, making sure that he targeted the right man — but then what was M/n doing, interrupting his hunt? Was he on a hunt, too? There were too many possible answers, and before he knew it, he started looking through M/n’s records. Seemed good, didn’t do anything intense or demeaning, no DUI, no arrest for a crime— his record was clean. Too clean.

His phone buzzed in his pocket after a while of looking through his boyfriend’s records. Dexter took the phone out and saw a text message from M/n. 

Hey, was just thinking about you. Wanna come over? :)

Hm. That was weird. They never really saw each other on their off days since they’re with each other every other day at work... but this could have been important. Dexter began pressing the buttons on his phone and replied, Hey, you. I'll come around. What time?

How about 3 pm? M/n replied. Dexter looked over to the clock on the opposite wall. It showed 2.30 pm

Sure. Dexter replied.

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"Hey, handsome. Come in." M/n smiled as he stepped aside, letting Dexter into his house. It was a nice house, he wouldn't lie— the entire essence of each room just screamed M/n. Dexter smiled at him, a fake, practised one he had to use for most of his life, just to mask the darkness beneath his handsome face. M/n closed the front door and locked it, and he walked to his kitchen to pour his boyfriend some orange juice. Dexter sat on the armchair, looking around the place.

"So, what were you doing today?" M/n asked as he poured the orange liquid into the glass, set the jug down and walked towards his boyfriend.

"Um..." Stalking that guy you knocked out before I had the chance, Dexter wanted to say. So bad. "Well, I just cleaned up my place. You?" 

"Some laundry," M/n replied with a smooth tone, and Dexter knew that he was lying... but he let it slide.

During Dexter's stay, they made some supper together, watched some cringy movies, and shared some affection—not too much for Dexter to be uncomfortable, yet not too little for M/n to complain. Dexter just couldn’t stop thinking about the thing he saw earlier, about how his boyfriend just knocked Briggs out. Things ran smoothly between the two until there was a sound. Thud.

"What was that?" Dexter asked, brows furrowed as he looked in the direction of the source of the noise. The basement. There was a muffled noise of someone screaming and squirming, but Dexter couldn’t be too sure.

“What was what?” M/n asked nervously, his eyes not meeting Dexter’s anymore. “It must’ve been the wind.”

“M/n–” Dexter started, until he heard a crash. He grabbed the nearest baseball bat—which M/n loved to keep nearby in case of a random situation that could endanger their lives—and walked towards the basement, slow steps down with the bat in his arms, ready to swing. M/n followed behind Dexter and tried to pull him up, as if he was hiding something serious down there. His nervous expression said it all.

© by octoslick. no plagiarism allowed in any shape or form.

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secret acts of violence | SNEAK PEEK - ch 2

a/n - this is a sneak peek to chapter 2 of this series, soooooo(^-^) yeah. i'll have a masterlist n intro post ready soon— and i might post this over the weekend, so watch out ! <3

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Hey, was just thinking about you. Wanna come over? :)

Hm. That was kind of weird. They never really saw each other on their off days since they saw each other every other day at work... but maybe this was important? Dexter pressed the buttons on his phone and replied, Hey, you. I'll come around. What time?

How about 3 pm? M/n replied. Dexter looked over to the clock on the opposite wall. It showed 2.30 pm

Sure. Dexter replied.

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"Hey, handsome. Come in." M/n smiled as he stepped aside, letting Dexter into his house. It was a nice house, he wouldn't lie— the entire essence of each room just screamed M/n. Dexter smiled at him, a fake, practised one he had to use for most of his life, just to mask the darkness beneath his handsome face. M/n closed the front door and locked it, and he walked to his kitchen to pour his boyfriend some orange juice. Dexter sat on the armchair, looking around the place.

"So, what were you doing today?" M/n asked as he poured the orange liquid into the glass, set the jug down and walked towards his boyfriend.

"Um..." Stalking that guy you knocked out before I had the chance, Dexter wanted to say. So bad. "Well, I just cleaned up my place. You?"

"Some laundry," M/n replied with a smooth tone as he sat down next to his boyfriend, and gave the class to Dexter. Dexter knew that he was lying... but he let it slide.

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© by octoslick. no plagarism allowed in any shape or form.

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This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

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secret acts of violence | chapter 1

pairing: dexter morgan × m!secret serial killer!reader

synopsis: after a mundane crime scene, Dexter and M/n relax, their relationship was quite comfortable at the moment, until Dexter noticed something that could change the way he sees his boyfriend

warning(s): typical Dexter warnings, reader is implied to be a serial killer, reader might be implied to be a little weird with emotions, Slightly ooc Dexter (i think? idk), uhh i cant think of anything else but you get the jist</3 pls comment if i missed one!

word count: 991

author's note: this is my first time writing a fanfic im so nervous PLEASE any feedback, comments, likes and/or reblogs are appreciated! also, ftm readers can read this too <3

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Hot humid air covers all of Miami, the crime scene smelling like the corpse was cooking underneath the scorching sun, and the smell of sweat was overwhelming for M/n and Dexter, who stood in the sun with their shirts and pants sticking to their skin through sweat, and grunts of discomfort. God, how much longer was this going to take?

The camera shuttered at the blood splatters around the wall. The victim laid with their back against the wall, clothes rumpled, and their hair disheveled. The spatters showed that the murder was just a random kill, nothing personal. LaGuerta was interrogating any witnesses on what they must have possibly seen, Angel and Masuka doing their usual business, and Debra did some investigating on her own.

“Shit, I might just die in this heat—I’m getting in the car.” M/n groaned with even more discomfort as the odor got worse, and with a simple “Mhm” from Dexter, the police officer speedwalked to the car, escaping from the constant tingling of the sun rays on his skin.

“So, you and M/n, huh? When did that happen?” Masuka teased Dexter, closing up his briefcase full of evidence from the crime scene.

“Not that long ago. We just—” Dexter began to explain, packing up his camera but Debra interrupted him.

“They hooked up after we closed the Blood Eagle case.” Debra straight up lied with a smile, teasing Dexter as he just glared at her. She can really be a pain in the ass sometimes.

“No, we just spent the night at my place.” Dexter retorted, scoffing as he looked around the street, and his gaze landed on M/n, who was cooling down in the car, and Dexter turned back to Angel, Masuka, and Debra, who looked at him with twinkles in their eyes.

“Y’know, you should take him out on a date tonight. I heard they got a couples discount at that local restaurant near the docks.” Deb nagged in a feigned innocent tone, clearly pushing Dexter to be romantic.

Dexter wasn’t necessarily the romantic type, but he knew that whenever M/n would be tense after a shitty day at work, or if he was just in a *mood*, Dexter would have to swoop in and try to be the best partner he could be, even though they both knew that Dexter wasn’t able to feel or understand emotion.

Dexter huffs out as he slinged his messenger bag over his shoulder. He was about to reject the idea but he heard M/n’s voice chirp behind him.

“That sounds great, Deb. Maybe Dex and I should go out tonight.” M/n marveled at the idea, turning to Dexter to see if he approved. Dexter gave him a shrug with raised brows. “If you’re down, let’s go out tonight.”

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Romantic Spanish music played over the stereos as Dexter and M/n passed through, Dexter wearing his red short sleeved shirt with khaki shorts, and M/n came in a breathable outfit—which was much needed after wearing hot clothes and being in stuffy rooms—and they sat together by the wooden railing, seagulls cawing and waddling around the dock to find their next meal. Dexter ordered his favourite, pork sandwiches. M/n ordered something he liked and the couple ordered something non-alcoholic since they’d have to drive to their places after tonight.

“You know, Dex… we’ve been together for a while, and… I’m thinkin’ about telling you something…” M/n spoke up after minutes of comfortable silence.

“Tell me what?” Dexter questioned, slightly widened eyes with raised eyebrows adorning his face.

“You know that Blood Eagle murder case we worked on and we caught the guy… turns out that it was the wrong guy…” M/n explained in a quick pace, going softer after every word.

“So he’s still out there?” Dexter sounded surprised at that fact, and something was already calculating inside his brain.

“Yeah.” M/n said, but there was something off about the way he delivered the news. Any normal person would look anxious about the fact that one of the most wanted criminals is still roaming around this city, but M/n seemed… calm, as if he knew that the police arrested the wrong man for whatever reason.

“Strange.” Dexter commented, sipping on the ice cold water.

“Strange indeed. But anyway—” M/n rambled on about something else, completely brushing the topic under the rug. Well, M/n is acting strange.

Finally, their food arrived and their conversation went back to normal, with M/n smiling at Dexter’s dry jokes and sense of humour. Still, Dexter found it strange that M/n wasn’t that worried about a roaming criminal in Miami, who could probably be around the docks tonight, looking for their next victim.

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It was the next day, and Dexter was off from work, finally being able to give in to the Dark Passenger inside him, and he was on the hunt for some other lowlife criminal that escapes the cracks of the justice system. He was jogging along the beachside where the pavement was, and he finally had his eyes on his target—Rian Briggs. Briggs was an ex-military man who was dishonourably let go due to heinous acts and he had one hell of a record. Drunk driving, attempted murder, public indecency, clearly this man needed to be… taken care of.

Dexter stalked the man, walking far from him so that nobody noticed the fact that he had been following Briggs’ path for 20 minutes. Dexter needed a moment where he could catch the asshole, and Rian turned into an alleyway. Dexter took this as a chance to finally catch the ex-military man—until he saw him. There M/n was, knocking Rian out cold, looking around to see if anybody noticed, and with some strength, he managed to carry the unconscious man into the trunk of his car. What the fuck was M/n doing?

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Hello! Do u mind sharing some of ur half tones / splatters that u often use? :3

sure ! the paint splatter ones rr the ones that moca uses the most, but theres some other stuff too that should be good to use ^_^ do not credit moca !!

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bottle caps! no credit needed.

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dark green & red pngs ! free to use! credit not needed but appreciated :)

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purple pngs ! free to use! credit not needed but appreciated :)

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pale purple pngs ! free to use! credit not needed but appreciated :)

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light academia pngs ! free to use! credit not needed but appreciated :)

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Sunset in grandma's garden 🌸

23 V 2025

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july 2022 • selinunte, sicily