#codadamaged

[perignotus]

‘ @codadamaged​ / 100% that bitch .

❛     Hey  that’s  a  fantastic  idea !  I  should  just  go  ask  her  to  begin  with.   ❜  Gapped  teeth  flash  into  a  vicious  grin,  hoping  it  would  only  make  the  wound  that  much  saltier.  She  throws  an  arm  over  his  shoulder  and  leans  towards  him.  ❛     It’ll  be  a  fantastic  bonding  experience.  It’s  a  shame  you  won’t  be  there.   ❜

[notjustahorsesurgeon-blog]

@codadamaged ♥‘d this for a starter! 

The house had been silent on a dewy Friday afternoon--the house empty except for one individual. It had been quite some time since Jerry had left home--and with it being summer vacation, Summer had taken time away from home to spend it with friends. Beth's father had been nowhere to be found, same for her son and perhaps that's what put the thorn in her side. . .Nonetheless, Beth had been fixing a pot of coffee for herself, her mind questioning what her Friday would entail. Surely she could go grocery shopping, but it just seemed so. . .mundane. Everything had at this point. Never had she spoken of it, but life began to damper her mood, loneliness seemed to flourish the older she had become and once more her world was wrapped in silence, only the sound of slight bubbling from the coffee machine filled the room. Once it had been done, she poured it into a mug, her shoulder meeting the counter, the black coffee meeting her lips as she watched raindrops fall. She had hoped for excitement of some kind, or perhaps just a bit of attention. . .something other than another gloomy day in.

[pseudogaiety]

@codadamaged ( theo’s future verse ).

             “ ...you’re plotting something. it’s written all over your face. what are you thinking? ”

[guiltycharge--a]

     “   so  you’re  pretty  much  a  completely  different  version  of  the  morty  that  i  know ,  right   ?   ”    it  wasn’t  too  crazy  of   a  concept ,  she  knew  morty  used  to  always  go  on  dumb  space  adventures  with  his  grandpa.  but  it  wasn’t  too  often  he’d  talk  about  other  dimensions  and  other  versions  of  himself.  for  a  normal  nine  year  old  child ,  the  concept  would  confuse  them.  but  this  was  louise  belcher ,  if  anything  it  raised  her  curiosity  further.

“  would  that  mean  that  there’s  a  version  of  me  who  rules  the  world   ?   ”

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[defactomatriarch-a]

     -- @codadamaged ;; au starter call

The buses have been gone for  H O U R S . Eleanore’s here so late, the custodians have asked her to lock up the front door. She’s surprised, therefore, that she sees a teenager STALK past her open classroom door.

“Hey!” she calls, sticking her head out into the hallway. “You can’t be wandering by yourself. The school’s  C L O S E D ! Do you need me to call a ride for you?”

[mcrtimersmith]

@codadamaged // s.c.

He doesn’t look very amused by anything anymore these days. His squinted eyes, his lips pulled into a little frown, and the MASSIVE space hyena by his side told stories of how he felt. Sylvie’s muzzle is covered in GORE, blood-tainted spittle drooled from her open maw as she pants away. The victim of her onslaught lay DEAD where he’d been snatched up. Rico says NOTHING to him as he gets some Ricks to clean up after the slaughter.

“Mortimer.” Rico addresses him this time. “The other one is here.” He finally supplies, and Mortimer breathes out a heavy breath through his lips, tightening his jaw in ANNOYANCE as he takes a seat. Not bothering to wipe the BLOOD off of him from Sylvie’s RAMPAGE. 

“Yeah. Yeah, don’t bother letting him in. He’s probably already on his way up.” Sylvie notices the annoyance in his tone and comes LUMBERING towards him, sliding into her preferred spot beside him. The space hyena is ODDLY content, large tongue flicking out to lap at the BLOOD on her snout.

“Hey nerd.” Mortimer GLADLY welcomes the other Morty the SECOND he walks in unabashed. Unwelcomed. “What are YOU doing here?”

[nctbrave-a-blog]

;; @codadamaged

The citadel’s nights are always strange and artificial . They exist in a sense only to keep a form of normalcy , a pattern to track time by . Morticia still hated the feeling of them , something uncanny that she could not quite place . To run into a morty was of course nothing unusual , nothing out of the ordinary . To see her male doppelgangers was as common as breathing . She was the one who stuck out like a sore thumb . The awkward teen immediately panicked despite herself , eyes flickering in an attempt to spot her Rick who long abandoned her to run errands . In a nervous tic she ran her fingers up the side of her face to place her fingers upon the cool metal of her chip , tucked away under her hair .

“ um e-evening . ” She quickly sputtered before staring down at her feet , perfectly unaware of the importance the other held . 

[wasdiamond-a]

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❛ I fear I will never be seen as an equal with them. ❜