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Okay my hand hates it, but I really love writing my daydreams in a journal at this point. I wonder what future historians will say if they read it? X3

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I love my new para I'm going to hurt him irreparably <3

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Yes I will make a paracosm for every special interest I have, you can't stop me and my autistic swag <3

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It's raining out 🥰

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Darling and Felix daydreams for the soul <3

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Me describing my beloved paras: a twitchy little creepy librarian freakazoid

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I have three legal pads in different colors so I think I'm cool uwu

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No I will not continue to write the fic I swore I'd keep writing, I'm busy staring at a letter from my favorite character where he sets up a date night with me <3

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I love crossover daydreams of an original paracosm and an existing media and I love the daydreamers who daydream them <3

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I can't get over how Deb is a slob who curses up a storm and in HiPS she's dating Mr. "Contraction whomst?" who keeps things obsessively clean.

I love them so much <3 <3 <3

#AMditions #paracosm: hips #para: doctor desire #fictpara: debra morgan #ship: debrow

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I got to ramble with a friend about a show we both like so yes, I think I no longer have any problems ever /silly

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Rambling about Hidden in Plain Sight <3

(Okay nevermind it turned into a whole fic XD)

I don't know exactly where in the Dexter timeline this takes place but it's definitely pre-series finale, I'll give you that XD

-- ~ - ~ --

Darrow has it good in Oregon, but he knows he can't stay this phantom menace forever. Eventually, people are going to catch him. He makes a big decision, and moves very far from his Umpqua squat.

Instead, he drops his landing gear in Florida, and tries to settle in to the temperature difference. At least it'll be easier to keep a tan in this place, but the humidity and heat combined make him eager to return to his past lifestyle.

He can't, though. It'd be far too suspicious. He has to build a new life, and if people start dropping like flies exactly as he arrives, it puts a nasty target on his back. He has to be smart, so he sticks to vegan cuisine without any humanitarian additions, for a while.

He definitely enjoys the bars, though. He wants to get himself seen as a familiar staple, so when he returns to hunting his meals he won't be standing out all that much.

During such an outing, his eye is caught by a girl sitting at the bar. She's a bit taller than average, her hair drapes down her back, and she looks rather sullen. Darrow's curiosity is piqued.

He approaches, every step with precision and care. She glances at him and smiles a bit, but it's weak. He sits beside her and inquires about why she appears so glum.

Debra's not in the mood to be swept off her feet by Prince Charming. Her suspect got away and all eyes are on her to fix it, she just wants a drink in peace, not to be hounded by some seven foot tall rich bitch.

She's vague in her answer. "I fucked up at work, so I'm... here," she says, glancing around the dingy bar.

"I could never expect someone such as you to cause fault at work. Merely a glance shows the passionate fires in your eyes."

She laughs. "You sound way too fancy to be here," she says into her whiskey. "What brings you to this shithole, anyways?"

"A moth is drawn to the flame despite knowing how unfit they are to merge," Darrow remarks, watching Deb curiously, "the pain of deadly heat does not cause it to cease its pursuit of the light it craves."

"...English?" Deb asks after a minute. Darrow smiles, letting out a melodic laugh.

"I am testing the waters of the places around, sampling the flavors of the new world I had settled in. I hail from Oregon."

"Long way from home, why the change?"

Darrow's face falls. He sighs. "It is quite the burdensome topic, however... I will grant you the ability to hear it. My sister had fallen prey to Doctor Desire---"

"Holy shit!" Deb remarks, quickly covering her mouth. "Sorry, sorry."

"That fiend had been harassing our town for far too long. Upon the loss of the only family I cared for, I could not risk any further disaster. I gathered the wealth of long since gone parents, and fled to hopefully safer grounds."

It's a lie, clear as day to Darrow himself. His siblings are fine and he is Doctor Desire. But it's great to earn pity, and by pretending to be the family of a victim, he might appear less like the killer in the first place.

"Jesus," Deb says, looking at her glass. "Doctor Desire... I've heard of him, doesn't he have the entire county in lockdown?"

"Curfews enforced by painful fines," Darrow confirms with a nod, "yet many refuse to abide and end up risking their lives. The enjoyment of a night out is the flame these moths are beckoned towards."

Silence falls heavy over them both. Darrow takes a deep breath, and smiles.

"However, I had been drawn here to escape such woes. Would you be ever so kind as to share a drink with me? Perhaps we can drown the demons within together."

She grins. He talks really fancy, sounding like a pompous dickhead, and he looks the part, too... but he's charming, and she won't lie when she says he's attractive. So she'll bite, just this once. She calls the bartender to serve another drink of Darrow's choice, and holds her glass up to let it clink against his.

"Time to drown those fuckers!" she says with a laugh, garnering a similar sound from her drinking partner of the night.

-- ~ - ~ --

She doesn't exactly remember much about what happens next. She knows one drink turned to one shot, and one shot turned to one bottle, and one bottle turned to her drunkenly slurring her address to someone...

And now she's waking up with a vicious headache akin to someone trying to knock her back unconscious. She stumbles out of her bedroom, stopping by the restroom to swipe up some headache remedies from the cabinet, when she realizes she can hear movement in her home.

Debra's careful as she looks for the source, freezing as she sees her drinking partner from last night making her breakfast.

"Darrow?" she asks tiredly, remembering how sweet his voice was when he had introduced himself the night prior. "What the fuck are you doing in my house?"

"Hopefully, I am purging the alcohol from your body," Darrow explains, plating what almost looks like a gourmet breakfast with how nice and fancy it looks. "I had not gotten as intoxicated as you had last night," he explains, setting her plate on the dining table and pouring her a drink to enjoy it with, "therefore I was capable of helping you home. I was worried you would become harmed, so I stayed at your home, with your drunken agreement. We did not do anything beyond talk and I had slept upon your couch last night."

Deb groans, rubbing her head as she sits. The food smells heavenly, but something is nagging at her. "I don't... have any of this here," she tries to explain.

"I am aware," Darrow comforts, "from the looks of the contents of your fridge, you appeared to sustain a diet of alcohol and nothing else. I thought it wise to do shopping of my own were I going to treat you to something such as this."

She's a bit anxious at the fact that a stranger now knows her house, but... Darrow's nice, from what she remembers. She piles some of the food onto her fork and stuffs it into her mouth, quickly throwing her head back and groaning, "Jesus fucking Christ, Darrow..."

Darrow sounds smug, "I presume you enjoy my culinary experience."

"I'm gonna fucking marry your culinary experience at this rate!" she remarks, continuing to enjoy what he had offered her. He smiles as he watches her.

Maybe choosing this place as his escape route wasn't such a bad idea after all.

#alcohol tw #paracosm: hips #para: doctor desire #fictpara: debra morgan #ship: debrow #madd writing #paraportal #cannibalism tw #(mentioned) #death tw #(also mentioned)

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Debrow

She's never been great with love. Oft it feels like it's not in the cards for her. The amount of times she's been burnt in the past, betrayed... it makes a girl wary, unnerved. Even when she meets him, him and all his richness and class and smooth talking... she doubts herself. She doubts herself even as she digs her nails in and refuses to let go of him.

Guess who finished all 8 seasons of Dexter and of course made a crossover paracosm?! I feel like these two mesh way too well in my mind so I just had to share! X3

The paracosm is called "Hidden in Plain Sight" which gives it the silly acronym of "HiPS" X3

#paracosm: hips #fictpara: debra morgan #para: doctor desire #ship: debrow #suggestive tw #death tw #paraportal #paracosm moodboards

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My friends are making EO paras and there are some AMAZING ships forming as a result <3

#para: wolfsbane #para: bloodcraver #ship: wolfhound #paracosm: evil occupations

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Yes I am in fact devouring comics and spitting out their little bits and pieces that I can put into my daydreams <3

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currently going 😳😳😳 over some DBD characters... why do I have such obvious types X3

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I HATE how mania affects my daydreams. I'm trying so hard to build plot but get distracted by a new idea every 3 seconds and forget what I was building and I wanna make new paras for EO but I already have so many and also I need to write their list but as soon as I try I get distracted and UGH.

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