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be more active on rick: the mission. alright, i’m back here and since there’s an event, why not? like this for a starter from him, event based of course! i might im you for stuff! capping it at three, but people he met before are exempt!

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clash of egos, again || stanford

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    𝓕ord was fuming, eyes narrowed at the other from behind the lens of his glasses. This was just like Rick to shirk responsibility in such a manner. It was any wonder Ford expected something more of him! This just went to show that people never changed. Not really.

    “So you broke time.” Ford issued this short summary in a completely flat, unimpressed tone. Some part of him wished he could even be shocked by such a revelation. But once again, a throb of a headache had begun creeping slowly into his temples, his frown absolute as he snapped back at the scientist.

    “I’ve had my fair share of dealings with dimensional locks, Rick.” His tone was waspish; a faint reminder of the fact that Stanford himself had been sealed outside his dimension, one accessible then only by a hole punched through from the other side. It was a conundrum that even Rick and Ford, in all their amassed intelligence, couldn’t hope to contest.

    “All I’m saying now is that you owe me big time for everything I did for you. And I’m inviting you to start repaying that debt any day now. Why don’t we start with a drink? We’ve got plenty still left to discuss.”

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Rick rolled his eyes. “Yes, Stanford—I broke time. Your ‘I knew it’ medal is in the mail.” His tone was very sarcastic with a mixture of annoyed; pretty much classic Rick, even though he didn’t really enjoy giving the satisfaction to Stanford being right. 

“Y-Yeah, I know. It sucked, w-we wasted days on that stuff, even though you never really told me anything about how it happened this—this whole time.” Now that Rick thought about it, all that Stanford said to him was that he got trapped—that’s basically it, nothing else about his past and about what happened: kind of cryptic, but to be honest, he didn’t care much about that. It was none of his business, and being nosy was just pointless. If he wanted to be secretive, it was his deal.

“F-Fine, whatever. Maybe we can figure out how to get out of this, of this weirdness somehow, or trade weird creepy dimension stories or whatever. Where do you want to go?”

[kuzcn-deactivated20171122]

Mass text to everybody.     :Who wants a job that pays well but only if you know your medicine. 

[eindouche-blog]

FROM: Rick Sanchez

TO: Norman Osborn

[1/?]: oh no my good sir how could i possibly refuse after so much details!

[2/?]: i mean it’s not like this could be an obvious scam or something with such incredible details about what your job offers

[3/3]: also that was all sarcasm. this is the shadiest thing i ever received. no thanks

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@eindouche

“You reek of alcohol, so I gotta ask…”

“Where’d you get it? I can’t find a decent bar around this shithole.”

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“C-Ceasefire. It’s cheap and it’s ‘safe for everyone’, even though-- even though shit happens there all the time. It’s in sector four, I think.”

[eindouche-blog]

Aaand delete. He had enough purge-ness with some blood and guts or whatever. He had his fill with Morty back on that weird-Purge world, so maybe another time, who knows.

[malacological-blog]

   " Glub glub glub glub GLUB! It IS YOU! “

    Feferi was a fan, personally. Sure, she wasn’t much of a scientist, so she didn’t really care too much about the weird science mumbo-jumbo that made any of this even possible. The part that she enjoyed about this man was his willingness to CLEARLY see that their system of government was flawed. In a nihilistic way, she thought that he was willing to get some change going.     " Just t) (e planet? You’re wanted for crimes against troll-kind t) (roug) (out t) (e w) (ole galactic empire!        We got very ambitious after you left. We ) (ad to after all t) (at rebuilding, coug) ( coug) (.

I’m an admirer, t) (oug) (. I’d probably ) (ave to get a forced leucotomy on my t) (ink-pan if I said t) (at back ) (ome. “

   The seadweller extended a hand outward. The legend was true, he kinda reeked of soporific substance. And by ‘kinda’ it was more like a distillery than just one substance. 

   “ Feferi Peixes, ) (eiress to t) (e t) (rone! Gos) (, I’ll ) (ave to ask for a selfie later. Or five??? T) (is is like meeting a ) (uman unicorn. “

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Wow, holy shit—he wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction; Rick was pretty much expecting a trident to the face (especially considering what happened in Alternia), but that was just for a brief second. An admirer was kind of a surprise.

“Y-Yeah, never again—and I’m guessing Alternia’s still that oppressive weird blood thing, huh.” He never liked politics, but the kind that it was in her homeworld was something that Rick disliked a lot; which was probably the reason he tried to stop it, even though he just wanted to go for a short visit.  

”I’m Rick. A-And sure, why the hell not.”

[eindouche-blog]

“Oh.”

“... Bummer.”

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the 100 sentence starters

“Love is weakness.”

“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”

“What’s wrong with a little chaos?”

“I never wanted any of this to happen to you.”

“I tried… I tried to be the good guy.”

“I bear it so they don’t have to.”

“I am become death, destroyer of worlds.”

“I did what I had to do, that’s all.”

“Maybe life should be about more than just surviving.”

“I have no home.”

“You’re dead to me.”

“Sucks, but I’m dealing with it.”

“I’m not fine!”

“What if I’m just broken?”

“Blood must have blood.”

“The things we’ve done to survive, they don’t define us.”

“The only way we’re gonna make it through this is if we trust each other.”

“Let me guess, Mommy and Daddy didn’t love you?”

“…Are you gonna cry, [Name]?”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I’d step back if I was you.”

“It won’t survive me.”

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

“No more secrets.”

“All I do is hurt people. I’m a monster.”

“You’re not allowed to die.”

“Who we are and who we need to be in order to survive are very different things.”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, [Name].”

“You want forgiveness? Fine, I’ll give it to you. You’re forgiven, okay?”

“I am doing the best I can!”

“Everything that’s gone wrong is because of you.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Pain. Hate. Envy. Those are the ABC’s of me, you take them away and there’s nothing left.”

“I couldn’t save him/her.”

“May we meet again.”

“How about you stick it up your ass instead?”

“You can’t afford to be weak.”

“You have something I want.”

“Revenge isn’t justice.”

“Aim for the throat. Slash, don’t stab. Make it deep.”

“You saved my life.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Stop blaming me for your mistakes!”

“Maybe there are no good guys.”

“Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?”

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[mirrorrshard]

“That… Depends. What is a ‘theme park’, exactly?” Though she doesn’t particularly think any sort of park based off of internal organs would be a very nice place.

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“It’s like a park that’s themed around stuff. The one I’m talking about is based on anatomy so it’s, it’s full of body-related attractions.”

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“A-Alright, be real with me. Is Pirates of the Pancreas a good idea for an attraction on a theme park based on anatomy? I-I mean, that attraction was my baby, but I guess I should hear feedback once in a while, y’know? K-Keep it fresh and improving.”

[alientie-blog]

Mulder almost mistook him for a hobo, until he realized those were kind of impossible in this city. Everyone cam from somewhere, and had a place to live. So why was this guy sitting in the grass where anyone could bother him? Of course Mulder had to bother him. He was just curious, is all. 

“Is that a radio? Or a computer?” 

There wasn’t a lot you could probably make with stuff found around here, and certainly nothing that wasn’t already invented. If he was trying to make something worth while, like a device to break the simulation they were in and send everyone back to their own dimensions, then he had a hell of a long way to go.

[eindouche-blog]

“Y-Yeah, no. I’m making a robot out of the garbage.”

While his tone was sarcastic, he was actually speaking the truth—and after a few more seconds, here it was; a tiny robot made with a screen and a wheel, with some parts of computer on the inside. Nice, well, for a few seconds, anyway. After a few seconds, a message appears on the robot’s screen.

> WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?

“I-I dunno. Run or somethin’, all the way to—all the way to sector three.” And so the little robot goes, trying to go as fast as his wheel could manage. Hopefully it’d survive until it got to sector three, not that Rick really cared.

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