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ask/rp blog for teen rick sanchez from adult swim's rick and morty

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Think I'll put this blog away for now. No one really seems interested in RPing with smol Rick at the moment and I don't really want to bother anyone for plots or anything because I know I'd just come off as annoying. I feel less and less inclined to log onto this blog and I realize now that there's very little point. But instead of just deleting the blog, I'll put him on another hiatus until I can find the will to continue him again. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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@sonxflight || ♫

Samurai Guy always seemed like he was either out of it, off in another world. He talked like he was stoned, too--or at least that’s how Riccardo saw it. “The thoughts?” he repeated, tilting his head at the older man, “What thoughts? Whatcha thinkin’ about bro?”

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home

Riccardo dreaded getting up this morning. He couldn’t sleep at all the night before and the dry thickness of the morning weighed heavily in his eye sockets, sunken as they were. Even as he sat up on the naked, worn mattress in what was supposed to be his room in the orphanage, he felt a shiver of anxiety writhe in his ribcage. Today would be the last day he was welcome here.

All of his belongings had been stuffed into an old backpack, which he slung about his shoulder as he slowly stood and brushed himself off. The kitchen was sparse, save for Sister Maria in her habits, a bowl of cereal with banana slices on the side, and a glass of orange juice. She looked back at him from the sink as she washed her hands, offering him a slight, weak smile, “Good morning, mijo.”

No other children were in the kitchen. If they were in the building at all, he couldn’t hear them. It took him a moment to respond, and when he did, it was quiet. Tired.

”Morning,” he said with a dull voice. Drying her hands, she approached him, setting the towel she used on the counter before taking him in for a gentle hug, “Breakfast for you, mijo.” He looked down at the bowl. It was a bittersweet gesture. Whether Maria wanted to out of love for him, or if she simply felt sorry for him and wanted him to have food in his belly before she kicked him out remained to be seen for Riccardo.

He was reluctant to sit down and eat, instead looking back to Maria, “Where is everybody? It’s… usually crowded. And loud. In—In here.” Maria’s smile faltered slightly, eyes darting down for a brief second before she took his hands, “Sister Agatha took them out. I wanted to spend time with you alone this morning, mijo. You are become a man today—it is a very special occasion, no?”

Riccardo looked back at the cereal prepared for him, “I don’t feel like a man. I don’t feel older or wiser. I-I just feel like… myself.” There was a brief moment of hesitation before Maria spoke again, “Mijo, you are eighteen today. You’ve—you’ve grown into a fine young man, my son.” Riccardo shook his head, “Maria—“

”Mijo?” she stepped closer, causing him to step back away from her, shaking his head and raising his hands up to stop her in her tracks.

It took him a moment to speak, and when he did, his voice was as quiet as it has ever been, “I do not need to be ostracized in order to be forced out when it is already written in the books that anyone who reaches eighteen years must be given the boot. I am not... I'm not stupid." Before she could respond, he shook his head and turned away from her, "I don't need this garbage. I don't need you to stand here and pretend like this is something to be celebrated. I'm sorry Sister Agatha forced you to condescend to make me fuckin' breakfast. I'm out of here--"

In that instance, she had grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him around and slapping him hard across the face. The sound of the smack echoed throughout the kitchen and he stared at her jaw dropped and cheek now stinging.

As if just realizing what she had done, Maria stammered as she tried to back up her actions with justification, "You, you do not speak that way in this casa de Dios--" Riccardo interrupted her, raising both hands, "No." She went quiet, the sudden anger in her eyes having faded into a desperate sorrow.

"Up until now, you were the only person that didn't beat me for any particular reason or no reason at all. Because of that, because you seemed to actually care about me, I actually held you in pretty high regard. Like, oh wow, this woman could be my actual mom or something, yeah? Well no. It took eighteen fuckin' years, but I finally see the person you really are, Maria. Give my regards to Sister Agatha, because I promise you, she will not want me to give them to her in person if she wants to live to tell the tale," he stared hard at Sister Maria as she began to cry, reaching out for him weakly as he turned to leave.

He wrenched himself out of her reach, hand going up to rub at his reddening cheek as he stepped out of the church proper, grabbed his bicycle at the rack, and pedaled off down the street.

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[rp-memes-atyourservice]

My muse is feeling touch-starved.

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc

ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc

❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual. 

¿ - write your own touches!

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PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

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Be kind to yourself

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"Jesus Fuckin Christ. If Mort's unlovable, what the fuck does that make me? His parents actually kept him. How many families bought him from an orphanage and returned him for not meeting their standards asking for a fuckin' refund? I guarantee none. So fuck right off with that 'unloveable' bullshit."

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reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.

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Rick sniffed, taking the piece of scarf and holding it against his face as instructed. The gash over his brow above his left eye wasn’t quite as bad as those along his mouth–and the bleeding made it all seem worse than it actually was.

He looked at her, afraid to speak for fear of causing himself pain–and for the simple courtesy of just listening to her–and gave a nod, wordlessly taking her hand as a gesture of acceptance. Was this what it was like to have someone go out of their way to care for him?

Part of him felt as if it was… unwarranted. She clearly didn’t have to. And if she didn’t have to, why put forth the effort?

His mood did brighten at the inclusion of Monty, and he turned his head, making a clicking noise in the back of his mouth to call his canine companion. The dog woof’d launching up from his sitting in the leaves and following after them with a wagging tail.

With mustered courage to speak in spite of the possibility of making his mouth bleed even more, Rick asked, “Where are we going? Wh-where is this hotel?” He wondered silently if it was… nice. Five-star even. He had never been in one before. The idea excited him, gradually alleviating him of his dour mood.

:☾:Her hand grasped at his, gentle and welcoming but still firm, as if trying to reassure him. When he called for Monty, she waited for the hairless dog to join them before she began walking.

His question about the hotel made he shrug slightly.

“It’s some Spanish name. I don’t know what it means. But it’s nice. Has two beds, a big bath. Even has a pool.” It was certainly not the best she had ever stayed in, but it was much better than the worse. It smelled clean and looked it as well. And hell, free breakfast in the morning too.

“There’s a big television in the room too you can watch.”:☽:

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“I can tell you what it means when we get there,” he said, following after her, with Monty panting happily at his heels.

“Hot damn, a bath? I could use one of those,” Rick gradually became more talkative as they continued, his mood brightening, “Monty can use one too. Motherfucker stinks. It sucks to have to wash in the river and then catch food from that same river, right? Monty, we get to bathe with fancy soaps--just don’t eat them, they smell better than they taste.”

Hearing about a television made him tilt his head slightly, pulling the scarf away from his face to check the bleeding. Still some spots of blood seeping through, but it was starting to clot, which made him feel better about it, “Sister Agatha always said television was the Devil. But she also called me spawn of the Devil, so I guess that makes television my dad, right?” 

Not having parents was made easier when Rick joked about it. There was still the tiniest bit of bitterness in his voice though, no matter how much he may have tried to hide it. “Are you also Devil spawn, Ren? Sister Agatha would probably say yes, but that’s just because you’re pretty.”

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plot please!

:ua i’m not entirely sure what kind of shenanigans our characters could get into. smol rik tends to avoid younger children because he doesn’t know how to deal with them. if you have any ideas though, hit me up in a tumblr chat :u

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“Nothin’s wrong with Morty. Morty is All Right.”

“You’re cool in my book, Rick!”

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"Donno man, I feel like a fuckin' loser lately. Thanks though."

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‘plot please!’ :v

omg i took forEVER to get to these i’m so sorry

:Va HMMM SAMURAI DAD... i know we had a thread earlier where smol rick did jack a pester but perhaps we could do something different with them, maybe with smol rick hunting and getting his butt into trouble (like gets caught in his own trap bc he’s a dingus) smol rik gravitates to people who don’t treat him like garbage--idk i’M SO BAD AT COMING UP WITH IDEAS AHH im sorry if this is lame FJLKSD

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send ‘plot please!’ and I’ll give you a plot I want for our muses!

[meme-archive]

send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.

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Suddenly EXTREMELY worried about his wolfmom--

"R-Ren...?"

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The sound of his kneecaps being crushed made him nauseous--his own screams did very little to drown out those horrible noises, the pain doing even less to distract him from it. If he wasn’t on camera, he’d likely be in tears by now, from the immense pain if nothing else.

Both legs useless, he was on the ground. There was little hope for escape in this state, given the circumstances. Cosmo likely had more than enough energy to not only stop him but also kill him if he wanted to. Rick even so didn’t know if he had the strength to even drag himself--let alone crawl.

“I--I-I can’t--” he wheezed, “I-it hurts--e-e-everything hurts--p-please--”

Someone help me--

I don’t want to die here--

I know I’m a worthless piece of human trash, but--

He reached out with one arm in a desperate attempt to try and move, if nothing else than to sate the sick appetites of the audience watching his mutilation, in the hopes that perhaps it would spare him further suffering.