TRAGEDY // INCARNATE

private & selective multimuse | penned by rose

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       IS IT STILL A TRAGEDY IF YOU BOTH DIE AT THE END ?

             history repeats itself. somebody says this.                            history throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop,                  over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters.                                                                 history is a little man in a brown suit                   trying to define a room he is outside of.             i know history. there are many names in history                                                                                         but none of them are ours.

            what would you like? i'd like my money's worth.                                                 try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this--                  swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood             on the first four knuckles.                                                                   we pull our boots on with both hands             but we can't punch ourselves awake and all i can do                             is stand on the curb and say sorry                                                      about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

   featuring characters from netflix’s you, rick & morty, supernatural, and more! 

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AND MY PHONE BROKE!! first my laptop charger, now my phone. i swear i'm gonna scream.

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rick's icons are the hardest to do, i'm in pre-emptive pain just thinking abt it,,,,

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i always forget how long downloading screencaps takes omg. y'all are lucky i love you guys

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i... might have temporarily lost my icons. my laptop charger broke, and i tried to transfer the files to my onedrive before it died, but i didn't fully manage it. i'm on my desktop now, and i'll see what i can do, but omg

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yeah, they did not transfer to one drive at all. all i have is empty folders lol. i'll see if i can remake them, but i also lost my psds,,,, it's a rough one guys. i have no clue how to get it off my computer, and i can't afford a new laptop charger at ALL right now.... so i guess mini hiatus again lol.

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i... might have temporarily lost my icons. my laptop charger broke, and i tried to transfer the files to my onedrive before it died, but i didn't fully manage it. i'm on my desktop now, and i'll see what i can do, but omg

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i've done one reply for almost everyone now :) switching to mobile and working on drafts to post tomorrow now!

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dustified​.

“There’s counseling for that?” God, fighting back a smile is so hard. Just look at his face. “Who exactly did you see? Maybe I should pay him a visit~”

he gives a small laugh.  “i mean, sort of.  it was more, ‘my parents are both huge alcoholics and i want to drink in a not-damaging way’ kind of thing.  result?  fun drunk!”  there’s a huge grin on his face as he looks at her, heart tumbling.  “though from what i’ve seen, you’re a natural fun drunk.  i don’t think you need it.”

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grandmaofthemultiverse​.

The initial change in elevation did make her head feel a little woozy at first. But adjusting wasn’t too hard. “Not at the time, but I taken up work as a glorified repairman and I get more money working in different dimensions.” She explained with a shrug. Diane wasn’t surprised about the family therapy. “I appreciate her attempts at keeping the family together. She’s at least trying. But, when it comes to us, perhaps we’re too far gone.”

rick’s finally almost comfortable when they are among the stars.  more home to him than anywhere else in the multiverse.  he gives a small, self-deprecating chuckle.  “i could’ve sworn you weren’t this defeatist when we were together, dee.”  but everything changes, doesn’t it?  he finally gains the courage to glance over at her.  “i guess i can kinda appreciate it.  it’s annoying as all hell, though.  and morty and summer are buying into it, like it’ll fix everything.  then again, they’ve got more time on their hands...”  he clears his throat a little.  “you spend much time with them, these days?”

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badwolftylcrr​.

all new eyes. rose gulps and averts her gaze to the ground to prevent him from reading whatever look she had in her eyes. there it is, she thinks, however far they stray from it, however lost they are in one another’s presence - it’s the elephant in the room. right now, rose wishes she could be someone else, too. someone who could accept his regeneration more easily, someone who didn’t mind, someone caring and comforting, there for him during is own time of transition - a process difficult enough without her moping about, she thinks. rose wishes she could be the bigger person. she hugs her arms to her chest. who would’ve ever thought she’d be chilly from a drought from outer space? “yeah, alright. that meteorite shower kept me up a bit, though.” she says, grimacing at the thought of it. beautiful, no doubt, but distressing nonetheless - rose hates thunderstorms and the like. she looks up at him. “and yourself?”

the doctor clenches his jaw briefly. shoving his hands in his pockets feeling the tense air rise between them, almost tangible.  well, almost tangible to anyone but a time lord.  he can actually feel it.  he swallows, not letting himself look at her.  he can’t force her to be more comfortable with this, and at the least he can allow her her quiet moments of grief.  “ah, sorry.  maybe my stabilizers on the tardis are a bit off.  i’ll...  i’ll check, sometime soon.”  he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, wondering if he could’ve been wittier there.  maybe he is tired.  he gives a small chuckle, glancing over to her and feeling a lump in his throat when she’s already looking at him.  rose tyler.  “i don’t really sleep,” he replies with a bit of a wry smile.  “i don’t really need to, or, not as much as a human.  sure, it’s nice, to sleep for a long while, but more of a luxury, i guess.  but no, i, ah, i was just... here.  watching the shower.”  he allows himself a suspended moment of just looking into her eyes, so familiar, even if she can’t fully look at him the same way anymore.

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advnterccs​.

At first, Morty’s words felt like background chatter in Rick’s ears, almost white noise, as he continued to look through the box. Still unable to find what he wanted. His hearing only perking up once he heard that therapist’s name, eyes darting to his peripheral vision to look at the other. His hand momentarily stopped. Only for the briefest minute before letting himself dig around the box again. This time more concentrated on listening rather than finding anything. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t know how. All he could do was pretend that he didn’t care. That’s what he kept telling everyone around him, including himself, right? Nothing mattered, so why bother caring? 

And as soon as he thought that, that’s when he heard those words. His shoulders slumped completely down. His hand slipped out of the box as he let out a sigh. Some part of him wanted to believe that and some part of him actually did. “That’s a real nice sentiment, Morty, really - really makes me think. Thanks,” He turned around to face his grandson, slightly uneasy and maybe a bit awkward. A very unusual stance for him to take, but he couldn’t help it in this situation. “Let’s go watch some interdimensional cable or something.”

morty tries to pretend like he’s not watching rick super closely, trying to see if his words have any effect.  the fact that rick is actually willing to listen to him, for once, gives him hope.  but, then again, morty is nothing if not hopeful.  bred for forgiveness, as has been drilled into his head.  rick looks like he’s actually considering it, and a small tension in his shoulders he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying lets loose.  “i hope i-it does, rick.”  rick’s usually confident aura has fallen a bit, and morty can’t help but feel discombobulated.  he gives an awkward but wide smile to his grandfather.  “y-yeah!  i, uhm, i think there’s a new season of ballfondlers!”  he pushes himself to his feet, feeling warm but strange.  maybe a good strange, but it’s hard to tell.  he hesitates when he starts to head for the door, biting his lip.  before he can second guess himself, he turns around and practically throws himself at his grandpa, pulling him into a tight hug.  his cheeks burn with embarrassment, ready to be ridiculed and shoved off, but for a second, he doesn’t care.  this is his grandpa, his friend.  his favorite person, even if it’s bit him in the ass before.

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FLEABAG + THE PRIEST NOTICING FLEABAG BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL

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“it’s nice to meet you mister sanchez. i’m meg.” //  @shctupmeg​

rick figures, by all accounts, it's great that morty went and got himself a little girlfriend.   sure, he's a bit annoying about it, because he's a fucking teenage boy, but the kid has been so desperate for so long that it's been ridiculous.  feeling proud of him and wanting to meet the girl are two different stories, but...  dammit, he's been trying to mend his partnership with the little idiot, and not immediately shooting his idea for rick to meet her down was the hardest thing he's ever had to do.   "no offence, kid, but mister sanchez is not gonna fly.  makes me sound like a boring dad-type.  just rick is fine."   he withholds a sigh before turning from his workbench to look at her, trying not to seem outwardly annoyed.  “but uh, y-yeah.  nice to meet you too.  i-is...  is morty treating you right?’

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tag dump !!

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I’M BACK BABEYYY

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five word prompts  //  @voltagecrow​:  “please, you can’t die now.” uwu/

the words barely reach through rick’s hazy conscious.  his hand, so stupidly weak, comes up to grip at soren’s collar.  it’s kinda funny now, how much he wants to say.  he doesn’t fear dying, has always seen it as a relief, but he also knows he can get soren to save him.  if only it weren’t so hard for him to speak.  he drops his hand, not having the strength to keep holding on.  he clumsily pulls out his portal gun and punches in a few buttons before pushing it into soren’s chest.  “it’s... fine, soren.  fucking...”  he coughs, blood coming out and landing on his own shirt.  “can’t believe i’m dying...  in the presence of someone called voltage.”  he gives a weak smile and laugh.  “take me to my garage.  morty might... might help.”  the darkness is filling up his vision as he stares up at soren.  not willing to close his eyes even after the familiarity of death grips him tightly.  “don’t miss me...  too much.”  he doesn’t fight it anymore, just lets himself slump under the other man.  all those words unspoken.

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so!!! it's been a second! I got back from vacation last week, but i was a bit sick and recovering socially lol. and now i don't have much energy since we're lowkey out of food. but once i can eat a bit more consistently (or if i get a burst of energy!) then i'll be back on here :) i miss it here and i can't wait to be able to write again