Lacy coral lichen, Biblically-accurate-angel lichen (I made this one up)
Almost forgot that this is the whole point.
This fruticose lichen is endemic to southern Australia, where it grows on dry, sandy or acidic soils. It grows in large cushions (15 cm tall, 75 cm wide) of rigid, perforate pseudopodetia. It is whitish-cream to yellowish in color, and isn't known to produce apothecia, but produces globose pycnidia on the irregularly-branching, tips of the pseudopodetia. The official description of this lichen refers to it as "horny," which I am choosing to believe refers to the horn-like structure of the thallus, not to its desire to jump some bones. But if I am mistaken, go off, queen, you can get it. P. ferdinandii looks similar to sister-species P. retipora, but is overall larger, and prefers dryer habitats than the latter. And before you ask no, we don't know why it looks like this, so let's just appreciate that it does and that we are blessed to be able to see it.
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πππ¦π― ; Dexter Morgan x Fem! Reader (Cult Leader)
π°πΆπ«π¬ππ°π¦π° ; You linger in Dexter Morganβs 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 pathβso he can finally see that heβs been hunted all along.
π π΄ / π¬π±π₯π’π― ; (688words) mentions of cults, stalking, potential violence, intrusive thoughts, and elements of psychological tension.
Youβd 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 bloodβspatter analyst by day and something far more dangerous by night. But those were his surface-level disguises. Youβd 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 enoughβfleeting moments when youβd 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 youβd 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, youβd 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 heβd 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. Youβd seen him work, watched from the edges as he sized up those he deemed worthy enough. You hadnβt intervenedβ after all, it wasnβt 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. Youβd 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 βnice guyβ 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 itβthe 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 youβthe kind of intimacy that was both exhilarating and forbiddenβyou 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 wasnβt 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 nightsβslipping 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.
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important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not my own original creation; itβs inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show.
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Big plans coming up (planning to steal my professors psych book to diagnose all the AFTG characters, it will not be accurate but it is real in my heart)
Miscode is a Hero and Explorer which also means he is a Villain and a Drifter.
There is a reason Miscode's main colors were Purple and Red!
Anxious mainly because he is worried about loosing his loved ones again. He is also worried that loved ones will leave him because of his "job". Very clingy but mainly because he is protective not jealous. Poor Revil @mxnstrrtheredd will need to cope with this clingy behavior.
Displacement and rationalization. He blames all Players for what happened to his universe and is thus killing them to "protect" other universes. He rations how all this is his fault.
Magnification. Magnified his guilt for the destruction of his universe. Personalization is also a factor of this.
I also have been liking shoto a lot more lately, oddly enough. I know he is very popular character for people to like. But i dont think people *actually* think about how his trauma affected him. Most people that like him because they sexualize him, they see him as the strong silent type thats is secretly incredibly dominant.
Oddly enough, people do the same to touya, (dabi)
When in actuality both of them, touya more noticeably, have mental issues due to their trauma. And a side affect or probably just a coincidence, are very awkward and not extroverted. When we see dabi interact with people he does so in an extremely direct and to the point way, exactly like todoroki. Only difference is that he has more of a taste for theatrics. Both of them grew up in a way that showing your opinions, ideas or speaking to just..talk and have fun was pointless. I think that definitely stunted how they interact with others and their personalities. I do believe the type of trauma they went through is handled....oddly, and kind of clumsily. Especially since the trauma in their childhood plays such a major part in the drama between them in the series, there should have been more content on how it personally effected shoto and touya.
I guess my point is, never one of the brothers are strong, silent and super flirty guys. But actually are two heavily traumatized individuals that are a lot more interesting and are completely different characters if you look at them through a more nuanced point of view.
