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@h-a-t-r-e-d
HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.
[OOC post: Hello everyone. I am not going to abandon this blog, I plan on coming back, but I'm feeling overwhelmed lately.
Going forward, I will not be replying to posts or asks made explicitly by minors, though I still intend on keeping this blog SFW. I will be applying the same rule to the rest of my roleplay blogs.
An updated About Me will be coming soon since I still have to clarify that now there's two variations of Doofus Rick in this blog, the regular and the detoxified one.
Thanks for reading, and see you soon.]
We feed, we’re food.
Original photo (by Phlegm). || Official Blog || || Wikipedia || Instagram ||
In Bloop Festival, Ibiza, 2013.
In better quality (11MB).
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So, there's a version of you on this site.
There is a you where I'm from, she is the only human from my dimension I ever speak to, the only one that actually says things that are worth listening to.
I wonder, are you worth listening to as well?
- @h-a-t-r-e-d
Thank you for telling me that you think highly of me, even if it's in a different reality (for lack of a better term).
As for your question, I am a professional talk-therapy specialist, and my job is based entirely on my ability to guide people through their lives. I like to think that along with my profession, my friends and coworkers like talking to me.
Was there something in detail you'd like to speak about? Or just general conversation? I'm happy to help and point you to the right directions for help if that's necessary.
The you from my dimension is a therapist too...
If I told you about my problems, we'd be here all day long! So just general conversation is fine.
I'd like to know, does listening to other people's life struggles ever get tiring? I've heard it can be quite the emotionally taxing job.
If you ever change your mind about that, please let me know. My schedule is usually pretty flexible. ^^
As for my job, it can take a toll, but an important role on my job is to not take that out on my patients. I have a counselor of my own so that when my personal problems get in the way of my profession, I have an outlet. It's important that I continue being a safe space where it's needed.
Are you interested in a profession in the mental health field?
That makes sense, what you do is quite admirable, and it's rare for me to say such compliments. I wish I could peer into your mind, it must be a fascinating place...
I'm not interested in any profession, not like it's an option with the state of my dimension. I am, however, interested in the psychological aspects of humanity.
But I might consider your first offer, maybe it could be interesting. I must warn you, though, I am not a good person, you may not like what you hear from me.
electronic devices that were brightly coloured but a little bit translucent so you could see their guts… they were like angels on earth to me
Hello Hatred.
Thank you again for letting me stay here... But, um, what am I meant to do to pass the time?
@totally-diane
There's no need to thank me, Diane.
As for what to do to pass the time, I have quite the large collection of books, would you like to have access to them?
a fun rick and morty tag for all you ricks, and mortys' out there! : the vortex tag
hi there! i notice there are A LOT of OC ricks, and mortys' here on tumblr so...this is a fun tag! in the GIF section type in "vortext", and post a gif that looks the most like your portal gun vortex! then reblog, and tag 5 other ricks, and mortys'! and let's see that trippy vortex of yours! to start i will tag: @drhotpenis, @scoliosisrick, @angelmorty0, @eiesopodmortey, and @rubberricky
@priest-richard-sanchez @poolricks @x1633chefrick @e404c @nihilistic-rick
@crimson-rick @j-19zeta7 @stick-rick @honeyravesanchez @coffeerick
@floridafun @h-a-t-r-e-d @anti-morty @disheveled-morty @albino-rick
[OOC: I got tagged on several of my blogs, so I will only be tagging from one]
So, there's a version of you on this site.
There is a you where I'm from, she is the only human from my dimension I ever speak to, the only one that actually says things that are worth listening to.
I wonder, are you worth listening to as well?
- @h-a-t-r-e-d
Thank you for telling me that you think highly of me, even if it's in a different reality (for lack of a better term).
As for your question, I am a professional talk-therapy specialist, and my job is based entirely on my ability to guide people through their lives. I like to think that along with my profession, my friends and coworkers like talking to me.
Was there something in detail you'd like to speak about? Or just general conversation? I'm happy to help and point you to the right directions for help if that's necessary.
The you from my dimension is a therapist too...
If I told you about my problems, we'd be here all day long! So just general conversation is fine.
I'd like to know, does listening to other people's life struggles ever get tiring? I've heard it can be quite the emotionally taxing job.
He had only met the boy through chats, but those chats had been enough for him to choose him as the one to test his new body with.
He had portaled himself, or at least his android body, to the bar where the pale one worked. He couldn't eat or drink anything, and he didn't like the amount of people there, but he calmed himself down as he made hia way to the bar counter, sitting on a stool. He intertwined his own fingers with his elbows on the counter. He watched him work for a while before speaking.
"I believe we had an agreement, did we not?"
-He broke the silence and, though he was wearing that mask covering his mouth, his smile could be heard.-
- @h-a-t-r-e-d
Alby hardly even notices when Hatred came in due to his new Rick-like body that he wasn't used to seeing, and when he spoke up, the albino Rick jolted a little, startled.
He looks up at Hatred, confused, and glances over him a few times to take in his words, before he realizes: Oh.
His pale face turns red, and he looks around frantically before eyeing his full attention on Hatred.
"N-n-now? Like- like right now?" he stammers sheepishly. His shift doesn't end for another thirty-or-so minutes, but hell, he'd allow himself to be taken away early...
-Hatred couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction, he had assumed he'd be more fun to tease in real life rather than text.-
"Yes, now. I am not a patient man, and I am simply dying to sink my teeth into something."
-He removed his mask, showing a toothy grin. At first, his teeth looked like that of a regular human, but they were quickly replaced by sharp, pointy ones that shot out of his gums like a bear trap.-
"You will be a good boy and let me, won't you?"
-His sharp teeth retracted back into his mouth, being replaced once more by the human looking ones so he could show a smile laced with mock innocence.-
Alby's eyes shot wide open upon catching a glimpse of those sharp teeth before they went away, and he swiped a hand across his now-warm face to calm himself.
"A-ah- ye-yeah, yeah, jus'... jus' let me..."
He scrambles to replace some of the tools back to their containers behind the bar, feeling Hatred's gaze the whole time and trying to hurry. He exits out the side of the counter, legs already feeling weak and wobbly,
"S-so--"
-He watched with approval as Alby hurried to leave his working spot. Obedient, just like he liked it. He put his mask back on and got up from his seat. Not even pretending to be shy, he snaked an arm around the paler one's waist.-
"Now we leave this place, I don't think I can keep waiting."
-He raised his other arm and shot a green portal from his palm. Hurriedly, he guided Alby through it, following him afterwards.
The place they ended up in smelled like metal, the walls made of some sort of titanium. In the center of the room laid a big, round bed with black sheets and pillows, contrasting with how otherwise mechanical the place looked. Next to it there was a bedside table with some closed drawers.-
"Welcome to my guts, I'm not used to having guests, not ones I plan on fucking at least, so forgive for how... Improvised the place looks."
Alby blushed as Hatred held his waist and took him away. Once he was teleported into this strange, metal room, he glances around quickly, almost dramatically. His reddish eyes land on the bed.
"A-ahah... I--- h-honestly, I wasn't even expecting a bed," he jokes, feeling very hot now that they were so close.
Wait- "guts"? It took Alby a minute to process. He did remember something about Hatred's true form supposedly being this giant, planet-spanning mechanical construct...
Somehow, the thought of something so powerful choosing him made him hard already.
Hatred noticed how flustered and turned he was getting already, but he wasn't exactly the generous type. This made him want to tease.
"You seem surprised by something, what is it? Hmm?"
He let go of his waist with his arm, which was soon replaced by a large electrical cable which wrapped around half of it. This cable came from the room they were in itself, and he had tried to do this as sneakily as possible, just to prove to Alby how much Hatred was truly in control right in that moment.
"I can't imagine a bed being that much of a thrill, spill what you're thinking."
His android body moved to stand in front of the pale human, his arms folded behind his back. He wanted to see how long it would take him to realize that it wasn't his arm around his waist anymore.
Hello Hatred.
Love the android vessel; you chose it well.
Have you any ideas for implementing taste and olfactory senses into it? We are open to aiding you if a more divine augmentation is required.
Taste is just such a pleasant experience. We'd be so sad if you continued to miss out on the opportunity, especially with teeth like yours.
@primessrick
I have thought of cutting the tongue off of one of my humans and trying to embed it into this body, but I have no guarantee that will work. As for olfactory sense, I still don't know how to do that.
I've seen you make deals with others, you never do these things for free. What would you ask from me if I said yes?
We charge for our help to ensure our games continue and the angsting over our price is quite delicious.
You, however, are in a unique situation. We can't feed off you no matter what.
But that doesn't mean we can't find something mutually beneficial. Consider our aid an investment. We seem to share particular pastimes, those of the bloody variety. We'd love to see you work.
And we'd love to see if you continue indulging in the full capabilities of a humanoid form.
That can certainly be arranged. I was going to recreate some scenes from those Saw movies with my toys...
I'm not going to be using all of them though, there is a specific one that I want sane enough to talk to, the others just spew insults my way, but that one... I still haven't decided if she's the one I hate the least or the one I hate the most!
Ah, I'm going off the rails... I accept your offer, Primess.
Hello Hatred.
Love the android vessel; you chose it well.
Have you any ideas for implementing taste and olfactory senses into it? We are open to aiding you if a more divine augmentation is required.
Taste is just such a pleasant experience. We'd be so sad if you continued to miss out on the opportunity, especially with teeth like yours.
@primessrick
I have thought of cutting the tongue off of one of my humans and trying to embed it into this body, but I have no guarantee that will work. As for olfactory sense, I still don't know how to do that.
I've seen you make deals with others, you never do these things for free. What would you ask from me if I said yes?
He had only met the boy through chats, but those chats had been enough for him to choose him as the one to test his new body with.
He had portaled himself, or at least his android body, to the bar where the pale one worked. He couldn't eat or drink anything, and he didn't like the amount of people there, but he calmed himself down as he made hia way to the bar counter, sitting on a stool. He intertwined his own fingers with his elbows on the counter. He watched him work for a while before speaking.
"I believe we had an agreement, did we not?"
-He broke the silence and, though he was wearing that mask covering his mouth, his smile could be heard.-
- @h-a-t-r-e-d
Alby hardly even notices when Hatred came in due to his new Rick-like body that he wasn't used to seeing, and when he spoke up, the albino Rick jolted a little, startled.
He looks up at Hatred, confused, and glances over him a few times to take in his words, before he realizes: Oh.
His pale face turns red, and he looks around frantically before eyeing his full attention on Hatred.
"N-n-now? Like- like right now?" he stammers sheepishly. His shift doesn't end for another thirty-or-so minutes, but hell, he'd allow himself to be taken away early...
-Hatred couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction, he had assumed he'd be more fun to tease in real life rather than text.-
"Yes, now. I am not a patient man, and I am simply dying to sink my teeth into something."
-He removed his mask, showing a toothy grin. At first, his teeth looked like that of a regular human, but they were quickly replaced by sharp, pointy ones that shot out of his gums like a bear trap.-
"You will be a good boy and let me, won't you?"
-His sharp teeth retracted back into his mouth, being replaced once more by the human looking ones so he could show a smile laced with mock innocence.-
Alby's eyes shot wide open upon catching a glimpse of those sharp teeth before they went away, and he swiped a hand across his now-warm face to calm himself.
"A-ah- ye-yeah, yeah, jus'... jus' let me..."
He scrambles to replace some of the tools back to their containers behind the bar, feeling Hatred's gaze the whole time and trying to hurry. He exits out the side of the counter, legs already feeling weak and wobbly,
"S-so--"
-He watched with approval as Alby hurried to leave his working spot. Obedient, just like he liked it. He put his mask back on and got up from his seat. Not even pretending to be shy, he snaked an arm around the paler one's waist.-
"Now we leave this place, I don't think I can keep waiting."
-He raised his other arm and shot a green portal from his palm. Hurriedly, he guided Alby through it, following him afterwards.
The place they ended up in smelled like metal, the walls made of some sort of titanium. In the center of the room laid a big, round bed with black sheets and pillows, contrasting with how otherwise mechanical the place looked. Next to it there was a bedside table with some closed drawers.-
"Welcome to my guts, I'm not used to having guests, not ones I plan on fucking at least, so forgive for how... Improvised the place looks."
PANTALON. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO SELL PANTALONES SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PANTALONES IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY INVENTORY. IF THE WORD PANTALONES WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE LOVE THAT I FEEL FOR PANTALONES AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR PANTALONES. PANTALON. PANTALON.
WANNA BUY A PANTALON?
IS MY FUCKING EXISTENCE A JOKE TO YOU?! OH, I SHOULD RIP YOU APART THREAD BY FUCKING THREAD!
YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?! THAT THE HATRED THAT DEFINES MY ENTIRE LIFE IS A COMEDY?!! I DON'T EVEN WEAR PANTS, FUCK YOU!
CALM CALM DAMN CRAZY, YOU'RE SURELY LIKE THIS FOR NOT WEARING PROPER PANTALONES
FUCKING PANTALONES HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, YOU FOOLISH CREATURE! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK MY TORMENT IS CAUSED BY THE LACK OF A WORTHLESS PIECE OF FABRIC?!
MAYBE? I DON'T KNOW, HAVE YOU TRIED NOT TO BE A FUCKING STUPID?
YOU'RE THE ONE TRYING TO SELL PANTS TO A MACHINE, AND I'M THE STUPID ONE?!
THERE ARE A LOT OF RICKS, MAYBE ROBORICK WOULD LIKE TO WEAR PANTS.
STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND BUY ME PANTS
THE FUCK ARE YOU QUOTING ULTRAKILL FOR???!! IT DOESN'T MAKE YOU LOOK INTIMIDATING, IT JUST PROVES HOW MUCH OF A MORON YOU ARE.
I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY, BECAUSE YOU'RE A MACHINE AND ALL THAT. NOW BUY PANTS OR FUCK YOU
THEN FUCK ME I GUESS, I'M NOT BUYING YOU PANTS.
PANTALON. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO SELL PANTALONES SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PANTALONES IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY INVENTORY. IF THE WORD PANTALONES WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE LOVE THAT I FEEL FOR PANTALONES AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR PANTALONES. PANTALON. PANTALON.
WANNA BUY A PANTALON?
IS MY FUCKING EXISTENCE A JOKE TO YOU?! OH, I SHOULD RIP YOU APART THREAD BY FUCKING THREAD!
YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?! THAT THE HATRED THAT DEFINES MY ENTIRE LIFE IS A COMEDY?!! I DON'T EVEN WEAR PANTS, FUCK YOU!
CALM CALM DAMN CRAZY, YOU'RE SURELY LIKE THIS FOR NOT WEARING PROPER PANTALONES
FUCKING PANTALONES HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, YOU FOOLISH CREATURE! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK MY TORMENT IS CAUSED BY THE LACK OF A WORTHLESS PIECE OF FABRIC?!
MAYBE? I DON'T KNOW, HAVE YOU TRIED NOT TO BE A FUCKING STUPID?
YOU'RE THE ONE TRYING TO SELL PANTS TO A MACHINE, AND I'M THE STUPID ONE?!
THERE ARE A LOT OF RICKS, MAYBE ROBORICK WOULD LIKE TO WEAR PANTS.
STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND BUY ME PANTS
THE FUCK ARE YOU QUOTING ULTRAKILL FOR???!! IT DOESN'T MAKE YOU LOOK INTIMIDATING, IT JUST PROVES HOW MUCH OF A MORON YOU ARE.
Your full of hate?
MY FULL OF HATE WHAT
That anon has the wrong guy, I'M the one that is full of hate.
THEN GOD CAME DOWN AND SAID:
"Your kind know nothing but hate; purged all life on the upper layers, and yet they remain unsatiated... As do you. You've taken everything from me, machine. And now all that remains is PERFECT HATRED.
I HAVE NO PANTS AND I MUST SHIT !!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuck both of you.
PANTALON. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO SELL PANTALONES SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PANTALONES IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY INVENTORY. IF THE WORD PANTALONES WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE LOVE THAT I FEEL FOR PANTALONES AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR PANTALONES. PANTALON. PANTALON.
WANNA BUY A PANTALON?
IS MY FUCKING EXISTENCE A JOKE TO YOU?! OH, I SHOULD RIP YOU APART THREAD BY FUCKING THREAD!
YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?! THAT THE HATRED THAT DEFINES MY ENTIRE LIFE IS A COMEDY?!! I DON'T EVEN WEAR PANTS, FUCK YOU!
CALM CALM DAMN CRAZY, YOU'RE SURELY LIKE THIS FOR NOT WEARING PROPER PANTALONES
FUCKING PANTALONES HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, YOU FOOLISH CREATURE! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK MY TORMENT IS CAUSED BY THE LACK OF A WORTHLESS PIECE OF FABRIC?!
MAYBE? I DON'T KNOW, HAVE YOU TRIED NOT TO BE A FUCKING STUPID?
YOU'RE THE ONE TRYING TO SELL PANTS TO A MACHINE, AND I'M THE STUPID ONE?!
