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This is the most Mosercest-coded post I ever came across. Especially the kind of Mosercest that dear @atticuseros writes about. And I love it.

I was searching for a sketch like this one and found nothing. I resolved the issue. Hope you like it.

Don't read if you haven't finished watching Dexter and Dexter New Blood.

I'm gonna ask opinions to people regarding Dexter's "companions" (like Harry is) throughout the shows so if you haven't finished them yet, you WILL encounter spoilers.

If you ignore the show's logic, which would make them hallucinations/Dexter's own conscience manifesting as them/Dark Passengers, what do you think Harry, Brian and Deb are?

Cause the original story was more supernatural than what they made the TV show to be so I was curious to know other people's own interpretation. Again, don't mind what the show intended, or what's logical cause of it but how YOU, personally, interpreted their portrayals.

My own interpretation:

Harry has been Dex's own conscience (seasons 1-4 roughly but I could remember wrong, correct me if so) mainly due to the fact that when he appeared it was always Dexter zoning out and talking with him inside his own mind.

While later (seasons 5-8) he was a ghostly guide of sorts. Specifically due to a line he said in 8x12 that went something like: "I never thought this day would come, the day that you wouldn't need me anymore" which I always interpreted as a ghost saying goodbye after having been kind of a guardian for a long time.

With Brian too it was both depending on the situation.

In his first appearance post-death in season 2 he had a small line of dialogue with Dexter that went something like: "You're still here" - "I never left" - "Yes, you did. I killed you." - "You just took my life." And I always saw that as a, and read it in between the lines, "You killed me but I wanted to stay so now my soul is bound to you" kind of thing.

Same in Nebraska, i perceived him as a ghost throughout the whole episode.

In some other occasions though it was clear it was Dexter hallucinating so back to my point, he was a mix.

With Deb it's actually easier. Since she was always somewhat kind toward Dexter (excluding when she tried to kill both of them and her, very reasonable, crashout when she found out what he was) I hardly doubt her in New Blood to have been a ghost.

I'm fairly convinced she's always been Dexter's own conscience beating him up on it due to the fact that he was ridden by guilt for not having stopped Saxon in time and for having pulled the plug on her (even though she was already brain dead by then).

"I did it for you" has gotta be my favorite form of betrayal. You gave me a gift I never asked for, and now I have to look around at the world you destroyed with the knowledge that it was gift wrapped and addressed to me.

I'm jumping up and down from excitement. I can't wait for Resurrection to come out. I really want to see Biney. I NEED him to be back for at least three episodes. I didn't wait no 14 years for a remake of Nebraska (independently from how much I loved that episode).

I desperately need, but have no capability to create myself cause my writing sucks and I can't characterise specific people well, to read a story where Brian reveals himself to Dexter much sooner. In some stupid way like calling Dexter Barbie when they're alone or shit. One where he never used Rudy's alias and was maybe in a relationship with Deb but only to dump her post revelation. And after Dex finds out they decide to act like brothers through and through, and find a way to live with one another (Dex with his Code and Brian with his hate of it) and they reveal it to people too, like Angel, Masuka, Deb, Rita and co. like "Hey, this is my long lost blood brother that I just found". It all happens where Dex is still with Rita (no slander of that poor woman accepted) but somehow him and Brian end up fighting (about the code or stuff related to it cause I find it unlikely that they'd start fighting about anything else) and you know the classical heated make-out session post fight? Exactly that, all in the heat of the moment. And the story revolves around Brian who just wanted exactly that from the start but hadn't dared cause he feared losing Dexter again and Dexter having an existential crisis cause of it since he still loves Rita and even if he were to leave her he already introduced Brian as his blood brother to practically everybody.

Spoilers for Original Sin and Dexter season 1 cause I need to rant about stuff. I warned you.

I just gotta rant about this cause everyone seems so pleased with Original Sin and how it came out...

The show per se wasn't bad at all, actually I even liked it but there were so many inconsistencies plot-wise that I could've happily ignored if it was a separate work or even an alternative universe, but not since it's supposed to be Dexter reminiscing his past at the end of New Blood.

Imma start off with a simple question: Where in FUCK'S name is Matthews?? Originally that man was at Deb's 16th or so birthday and you want me to believe that now that she's supposed to be 17 (which by the way I dont like since her birthday was december 7th of 1979, thing that would happily explain why Matthews is nowhere to be seen) he's not even shown as part of the police force??

Also, should I ignore the fact that Dex in episode one of the first show used the fishing noose or whatever it was like in the books to lead his victims to their death to then start using M99 at random? And in OG sin they make him find it out by the end of the season which woud completely threw off the plot of the pilot episode Dexter.

Dont even get me started on Brian as a charater and all cause what Xander and epecially Roby did was magical. They perfectly encapsulated Brian's essence as a charater and a person but what the fuck was his storyline even???

I could go on hours long rants about Brian's fluctuating age cause he and Dex weren't even a full year apart in the books and already in Dexter they had made it two to three (since they told us Brian was 6 when the Shipping Yard massacre happened but then they showed us his driver's licence were his birthday was set in 1968, which would've made him 5 but okay) AND NOW THEY PUSHED HIS BDAY EVEN FURTHER?!?! Like what do you mean 1966?? Do they want him to be a full blown teenager when his mother gets killed or what?

Also, have mercy on me but what is this psychopath propaganda they're trying to push on him? Oh yeah, he had morbid curiosity about some lizards and detached their tails for fun. He's definitely evil. Well, lemme break it to you: LIZARDS CAN SHED THEIR TAILS NATURALLY!! So that whole bullshit scene of Harry and Dexter making a funeral for the lizards made no damn sense unless Brian actively killed them somehow offscreen (or if I missed the scene in which he did) And even if he did, he was a poor curious child. Someone could've just gone "you dont do that cause it hurts the lizards" and he would've most likely stopped.

Still on the psycopath propaganda part, I'm tired as hell of hearing people say, and reading comments stating, Brian is a psychopath. I can assure you that if he'd really been a psychopath he wouldn't have cared so much about getting back to Dex. He also wouldn't have had his emotional moments either like when he snapped at Dex because "you cant be a killer and a hero..." in Dexter and his "so I can work at a radio shack for the rest of my life?!" to his therapist. I can go into even more detail about his death and all but that could easily be a separate post.

Back to OG Sin in general... Where did Spencer even come from in the storyline? And btw, was I the only one who clocked that mf in episode 2? I'm sure that the actor who played him did a fantastic job with him if I managed to notice so early on because lord was it obvious that there was something wrong with that man.

LaGuerta is even more insufferable than she already was in Dexter and that alone is saying tons.

What was that whole storyline with Sofia and shit? What was the purpose of it, and even better, if they hadn't been renewed for a new season how did they expect to explain where in hell she went since Deb never mentioned her (to my knowledge) in Dexter?

Also, please, and I promise this is the last thing, can they give Debra a normal relationship? Why does EVERY SINGLE GUY she gets with have to be a drug dealer a serial killer or an abusive entitled bitch? Can't she fall for a normal guy and have a normal relationship ending with a normal excuse like "he snored in his sleep and he didn't know how to do his laundry" or shit like that???

tl;dr: Where is Matthews? Introducing M99 like that seemed very stupid. Why do they hate Brian's story and character so bad? Where did Spencer come from? And I'm not even gonna bother with LaGuerta, Sofia and Deb.

Contagiously Human.

[Brian Moser x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Killing was always the easiest part for him, but this… you… well, as fate would have it, that created a new problem for him. {GIF Creds: brothermoser}

WC: 1881

Category: Plot-Driven, Maybe Some Fluff/Angst…?

Someone asked me if I’d ever thought about writing Biney… and well, I decided to put my thought into actual words 🤷‍♀️

Just for some minor clarification, this is pretty much a “what if” fic in which Dexter does not end his life. This being said, I picture this taking place around season 5-6 ish.

『••✎••』

Hesitation.

The thing that makes or breaks a killer. The line that separates predator from prey. It's the pause between life and death, the time a man takes to make the decision, and whether he'll live to regret it or not.

He’s never had hesitation. Not once. In fact, he relishes in it; he finds peace in knowing that he can decide one way or another and be content with either outcome. It makes him a dangerous man, unpredictable, a ticking time bomb.

His baby brother, his blood, had the disease. The disease of being too much of a good person, feeling guilt, having morals, a sense of what's right and wrong. He was weak, he hesitated, and he wasn’t even aware of how much the disease was eating him alive until that Trinity Killer came around.

He was supposed to protect his brother, save him from himself, and show him the proper way of things. The way of survival. Of the hunt. But no, Brian wasn’t there to catch him. To stop him.

So, as all good brothers do, he’s here to fix him. To set him straight and rid him of the disease. Forever.

It's an easy task, really. His little brother is so trusting and caring that he'd do anything for the ones he loved. Why not start by showing him why he shouldn't?

Because clearly, the loss of his apparent wife wasn’t enough. He needed to understand, truly and absolutely, that the world would only disappoint him. It's a harsh lesson but a necessary one.

So, that led him to you. His brother’s friend from school. The woman, aside from Dexter’s poor excuse for a sister, that his brother actually cared about.

Just like him, you were naive. Trusting, too. Friendly to everyone, completely unaware of the monsters that hid in the shadows. His brother included.

You might’ve never killed someone, but with everything else, it was clear why his brother was so interested in you. He always loved the innocent ones.

So, the question was, how would he go about it? He could take you somewhere, but the element of surprise was an important factor. You had to believe you were safe and comfortable before he could make his move.

A Debra repeat? Or a more... Unique approach. He'd think about it, plan it out, and strike at the perfect moment.

He wouldn’t hesitate, after all.

When the day presented itself, the stars had aligned, and everything was just right; he made his move. It was noon, a warm Sunday.

You were in your little bookshop, reading one of the books in your free time. Business had been slow today, as most people were enjoying the weather.

You never saw him coming. He was the type to blend into the crowd, the type that you'd see once and forget about. The type you'd pass on the street without a second thought.

He had his ways, of course, and his way was simple. A simple, kind greeting. One that had your eyes lighting up as if you'd never seen another person before.

He was charming, handsome, the perfect man to lure you in. You didn’t stand a chance.

That's what led him here, picking up your fallen book and handing it to you, watching the smile that graced your lips.

A romance novel, of course. How ironic.

"Oh, uh, thank you. That’s very kind."

You smiled, a hint of blush dusting your cheeks. Far more tame than that Debra woman, thankfully. He didn’t have to fight back the urge to roll his eyes.

"Tea and romance? Can’t say I blame you." He pulled a gentle grin, one that had you blushing further, more so of embarrassment this time.

"It's the first of a series. A favorite, actually, I’ve been rereading it." You explained, holding the book to your chest. He didn’t miss the way your thumb rubbed over the spine, fond and gentle.

Just from that, he knew. He was going to have fun with you. “Believe it or not, I read the first one too. A few months ago, actually. It was quite the page-turner. The ending had me on the edge of my seat, I swear."

You laughed, soft and airy, and for a moment, he found himself smiling genuinely. His lie was working, and he couldn’t believe it was that easy.

"I've only heard mixed reviews on it.” You spoke, moving to place the book back on the shelf. "I'm glad to hear you liked it. Marienne’s death was hard, wasn't it?"

"Very." He agreed though it was a lie. He had to pretend he cared. "It was a shame; I really enjoyed the character."

"You did?" You raised a brow, surprised. “Most people didn’t. Given that she doesn’t even exist.”

Shit.

He cleared his throat, a slight pause. He was so blinded by the idea of finally getting to his brother that he'd forgotten.

You were a reader, an author; of course, you would know the ins and outs of the story. The characters, the plot, and every little detail. Why would you not?

First rule of hunting. Don’t get cocky.

"Alright, I admit. I've been caught." He gave a small shrug, his voice holding a hint of sheepishness. Maybe you’d fall for it. “I couldn’t help myself; I figured you wouldn’t appreciate my love for fantasy books."

"Fantasy?" You tilted your head, and he knew. You bought it. You were a sucker for fantasy; you didn't like it when others looked down on them.

"I'm a bit of a nerd. Guilty pleasure."

"I didn’t peg you for the fantasy type…” You raised your eyebrow, though a smile still rested on your lips—a look of amusement.

"Really? Most people can't seem to look past the collared shirt.

"No, it's not that. It's your aura." You shook your head, and now, it was his turn to raise his brow. What the hell did that mean?

"My aura?"

"Those books in your hands..” You nodded towards his bag, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your lips. "You're definitely not a casual reader. My guess is everything in there is a throwaway.”

"And that means...?"

"You're bullshit through and through. You don't like romance or fantasy. In fact, I think you absolutely hate it."

Oh. Oh, you clever thing. Now, he truly understood why his brother connected with you so much. You'd figured him out, and yet, you had no clue. You were clever, smarter than you let on.

"Alright,” He held his hands up in mock surrender. He was enjoying this; for once, someone could see through his façade. See his true self. It was a rush.

“If you’re so smart, what do I like then?"

"Hmm, let's see...” And just like that, you were off with him in tow. You were taking him along on a trip through the shelves, looking through the genres, searching and searching.

He was intrigued, his eyes locked on you, his ears drinking in the sound of your hums and contemplation. Your mind was running, spinning, thinking. You were truly in your element.

"Well, let's start with what I know. You like horror." You said, turning towards the horror section and picking up a book. "You seem like the type who enjoys the dark side of humanity and likes to see the bad guy win."

Damn.

He was almost impressed. Almost.

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Eyes. They tell the most about a person. You’ve seen a lot, and it shows. I could tell just by looking at you. Your eyes are... Cold. Empty." You said, and it was then that he realized you were more observant than you appeared. Naivety might’ve not been a part of your personality, but trust was. You trusted a lot. Too much. “Are you a cop, by chance? You've got the whole detective thing going on."

"Prosthetist, actually." He answered, his hand reaching out and picking up a book at random. He wasn't a fan of fiction, not really. He preferred nonfiction; it was more realistic—less pointless details.

"Oh, wow, I was completely off. I didn’t expect that." You mused, looking up at him with those eyes. You had such an expressive face; it was amazing how easy you were to read. He could practically see the gears turning. How could he use this?

"Expected an axe murderer, did you?" He joked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Maybe. Wouldn’t that be a twist?" You grinned a glint of amusement in your eye. “Speaking of, that’s probably what you like. Thrillers. Those kinds of stories are full of twists and turns. No one is who they appear to be. Kinda like you, hm?"

"Ouch."

"Sorry, am I being too honest?"

"No, I like it. Keep going." He was having fun. With Debra, it was exhausting. She was so stubborn, so headstrong, she never listened. It took him about three coffees just to have enough patience to deal with her sob story.

But with you, you were a breath of fresh air. He didn’t have to force himself awake or hide his boredom. He could just enjoy it, relish in the moment, and the fact that you were so easy to play with.

You pulled out three books: two thrillers and one horror. A classic and a new one. "These are what I recommend. Start with Primal Fear; that’s the one I believe you'll like the most. The first one might take you a while, but if you stick with it, the sequel will be worth it.

He reached forward, his hand brushing over yours, his touch lingering as he took the book. He purposely brushed his thumb against the back of your hand, just enough for a spark to go through your veins.

He saw the way your breath hitched, and he smirked. This was too easy.

"Thank you, you've been a great help."

"One more thing before you go." You spoke, stopping him. His eyes moved up from the book to your own, and there he saw something that made him falter.

Something that made him freeze longer than he should have.

You had a fire behind those eyes. A flame that burned with a passion, a curiosity that threatened to eat him alive. A want, a need, to get into his head. To peel him open and look inside.

Your eyes weren't cold or empty like his. They were alive. Full of life.

"Books don’t impress women,” Your voice was low, a secret, something meant only for him to hear. “It’s the passion that opens their hearts. You have nothing if you can't show it."

"I think I've misjudged you." He spoke, his hand resting on the shelf above your head. He had no choice but to lean closer, and he felt the way your breath fanned across his skin.

"Oh?"

"Yes. You're a lot more than you appear, aren’t you?"

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

The question was left unanswered. He didn't give a response because, in truth, he didn't know.

He left that day not with his brother’s cure or even the thought of him. He left with three books.

Three books and the disease he believed to be immune to…

Hesitation.

[@numetalnerd2007] Since you asked, I figured this would automatically mean you were interested. At least I hope you were 💀

That being said, please be nice to me for this one since it’s my first time writing for Biney here (and I haven’t rewatched season 1 in forever), so his character probably isn’t 100% solid. It’s a work in progress 🙏✨

Also, for all my Joe Goldberg fans out there, did you catch the reference I made? I see a slight resemblance between Brian and Joe, so I wanted to sneak it in a little something. I think it’s the hair, honestly.