Loyal Ryk

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Ryk hesitated before he took a deep breath and admitted, “Like I’m broken because I don’t have, probably won’t have a Beth and a Summer and a Morty. Like I’m not a real Rick.”

((It’s totally ok! Take your time.))

“You don’t necessarily need a morty or a family in order to be a ‘real Rick’ in the Citadel a ‘real Rick’ is a massive prick that plays off his emotions and replaces all of them with anger and self-pity and logic, if anything you’re more of a Rick I would ever want to meet. not having a family like the other Ricks doesn’t mean you can never have one.”

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Ryk blinked and cocked his head. “And what about some trans guy that doesn’t even have a mean bone in his body towards his transphobic family?”

"Hey there... Do you have a minute to talk? If not, I can come back later, of course, I just uh... Wanted someone to talk to about some weird feelings I've been having." ((Loyal-Rick))

@loyal-rick

“Well, I can definitely help you with that! Anyway than I can at least, what are these ‘weird feelings’ you’ve been having?”

((Sorry for the late reply friend))

Ryk hesitated before he took a deep breath and admitted, “Like I’m broken because I don’t have, probably won’t have a Beth and a Summer and a Morty. Like I’m not a real Rick.”

((It’s totally ok! Take your time.))

#rp #therapy-rick #angst

If someone would like to come neutralize Ryk, that might be funny.

#ooc

zetarick

"Hey uh, can you tell me where I am? I kinda got lost, my portal gun is broken, and I don't think my money will work in this dimension." ((Loyal-Rick))

@loyal-rickJ19 was a very understanding Rick. he had lots of adventurers, lots of Ricks too, that would often stop in his dimension. he didn’t know why it was such a commonplace for people to meet, but he enjoyed the company nonetheless. The blue haired man smiled brightly to the other.

“Of course! You’re in Dimension J19Z7! M-my name is Rick, and you look to be a RIck too! If you want, you can call me Jay.”

#hi!#rp #zetarick #:)#it's ok stuff happens and people get busy! :)

“I’m Ryk, I’m from dimension P-697. Jay, huh? That’s a cool name,” Ryk told Jay and smiled brightly. It wasn’t often that his portal gun went weird, but he thought he might’ve had it in his pocket when he fell on the ice, and that had been a pretty hard fall.

He noticed that the other Rick was what most called a ‘Doofus Rick’, but he wasn’t like most other Ricks. He didn’t see the point in calling them idiots, especially when they were, in his opinion, so cute and sweet. He had been meaning to track one down and befriend them. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear and asked, “How are you?”

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The Formative Months

((This is set in Ryk’s past. It’s about him meeting a mysterious Rick and/or Morty and/or whoever and deciding to run away from his family because they’re transphobic assholes.)) Ryk was miserable. He sat at the park near his house- he didn’t want to go home. Going home meant being around his parents, dealing with his birth name, and not having a moment to himself to think. He wanted to go to the ice rink, but his coach had ordered him to stay off the ice for a bit after he almost passed out last time. Apparently, he needed to learn to wear his binder less, but he didn’t know if he could. He curled up on the bench and sighed angrily, not noticing someone approaching.

Rita was in the park and she saw a young ryk. She walked over cautiously noticing his distress and softly said something to him. “Hey you ok?”

“Aside from my parents being assholes and my body betraying me, yeah,” Ryk replied, not caring that he didn’t know the woman who had approached him. He glanced up at her and muttered, “I haven’t seen you around. Are you new around here?”

Rita nods. “I’m a little lost too, mind helping me get to a train station? I’m Rita just do you know.”

Ryk stood and shrugged. “As long as it means I don’t have to go home yet.” He turned and started walking. “Ignore basically everyone here, they all hate me because they remember me as ‘the sweet little girl’, and they don’t want me to be a guy, so they hate me now. They act like I killed the girl they thought existed,” he added and shook his head. “They’re idiots. I can’t believe I ever liked them.”

Rita hums softly at his words. “I’m not trans so I don’t know what that’s like, but I have trouble when I tell people I’m pansexual. They don’t get what it means, it’s frustrating. They try to tell me it’s a phase or you’ll grow out of it, even though I’m a legal voting adult. I can’t imagine how it feels to have your identity rejected. Whilst I’m here though I’ll support you and defend you. What’s your name, and what pronouns do you use? I don’t wanna misgender you.”

“Ryk, spelled R-Y-K, and my pronouns are he/him. I don’t see why people are so pissy about other people’s gender and sexuality, I mean, live and let live. Thanks, Rita. You seem cool. Must be fun, travelling around. Do you do it often?” Ryk glared as someone sighed audibly, but the man standing in front of a small shop didn’t say anything, so Ryk kept moving.

Rita glares daggers at the grumpy old fucker and answered ryks question not long after. “It is, I get mauled a lot but hey ho. I do it a lot I find it relaxing.”

The man took a step back at the combined glares, and Ryk hummed a bit. “You wouldn’t happen to want company, would you?” He tried to sound like he was joking, but he had been debating running away for ages, and if he had someone to travel with… He knew it would be easier.

“I don’t mind having a companion but I can’t really house you. I don’t have the room and I’m struggling financially as it is, but I will always have you stay for a few days if you need it.” She says a sad time in her voice.

Ryk shook his head. “I don’t want to impose. I’m sure I could find something, I mean... My family... At least they don’t hurt me physically. I could wait another few months until I’m 16 and find a job,” he replied and shouldered his way through some hedges. “Shortcut,” he explained.

The Formative Months

((This is set in Ryk’s past. It’s about him meeting a mysterious Rick and/or Morty and/or whoever and deciding to run away from his family because they’re transphobic assholes.)) Ryk was miserable. He sat at the park near his house- he didn’t want to go home. Going home meant being around his parents, dealing with his birth name, and not having a moment to himself to think. He wanted to go to the ice rink, but his coach had ordered him to stay off the ice for a bit after he almost passed out last time. Apparently, he needed to learn to wear his binder less, but he didn’t know if he could. He curled up on the bench and sighed angrily, not noticing someone approaching.

Rita was in the park and she saw a young ryk. She walked over cautiously noticing his distress and softly said something to him. “Hey you ok?”

“Aside from my parents being assholes and my body betraying me, yeah,” Ryk replied, not caring that he didn’t know the woman who had approached him. He glanced up at her and muttered, “I haven’t seen you around. Are you new around here?”

Rita nods. “I’m a little lost too, mind helping me get to a train station? I’m Rita just do you know.”

Ryk stood and shrugged. “As long as it means I don’t have to go home yet.” He turned and started walking. “Ignore basically everyone here, they all hate me because they remember me as ‘the sweet little girl’, and they don’t want me to be a guy, so they hate me now. They act like I killed the girl they thought existed,” he added and shook his head. “They’re idiots. I can’t believe I ever liked them.”

Rita hums softly at his words. “I’m not trans so I don’t know what that’s like, but I have trouble when I tell people I’m pansexual. They don’t get what it means, it’s frustrating. They try to tell me it’s a phase or you’ll grow out of it, even though I’m a legal voting adult. I can’t imagine how it feels to have your identity rejected. Whilst I’m here though I’ll support you and defend you. What’s your name, and what pronouns do you use? I don’t wanna misgender you.”

“Ryk, spelled R-Y-K, and my pronouns are he/him. I don’t see why people are so pissy about other people’s gender and sexuality, I mean, live and let live. Thanks, Rita. You seem cool. Must be fun, travelling around. Do you do it often?” Ryk glared as someone sighed audibly, but the man standing in front of a small shop didn’t say anything, so Ryk kept moving.

Rita glares daggers at the grumpy old fucker and answered ryks question not long after. “It is, I get mauled a lot but hey ho. I do it a lot I find it relaxing.”

The man took a step back at the combined glares, and Ryk hummed a bit. “You wouldn’t happen to want company, would you?” He tried to sound like he was joking, but he had been debating running away for ages, and if he had someone to travel with... He knew it would be easier.

The Formative Months

((This is set in Ryk’s past. It’s about him meeting a mysterious Rick and/or Morty and/or whoever and deciding to run away from his family because they’re transphobic assholes.)) Ryk was miserable. He sat at the park near his house- he didn’t want to go home. Going home meant being around his parents, dealing with his birth name, and not having a moment to himself to think. He wanted to go to the ice rink, but his coach had ordered him to stay off the ice for a bit after he almost passed out last time. Apparently, he needed to learn to wear his binder less, but he didn’t know if he could. He curled up on the bench and sighed angrily, not noticing someone approaching.

Rita was in the park and she saw a young ryk. She walked over cautiously noticing his distress and softly said something to him. “Hey you ok?”

“Aside from my parents being assholes and my body betraying me, yeah,” Ryk replied, not caring that he didn’t know the woman who had approached him. He glanced up at her and muttered, “I haven’t seen you around. Are you new around here?”

Rita nods. “I’m a little lost too, mind helping me get to a train station? I’m Rita just do you know.”

Ryk stood and shrugged. “As long as it means I don’t have to go home yet.” He turned and started walking. “Ignore basically everyone here, they all hate me because they remember me as ‘the sweet little girl’, and they don’t want me to be a guy, so they hate me now. They act like I killed the girl they thought existed,” he added and shook his head. “They’re idiots. I can’t believe I ever liked them.”

Rita hums softly at his words. “I’m not trans so I don’t know what that’s like, but I have trouble when I tell people I’m pansexual. They don’t get what it means, it’s frustrating. They try to tell me it’s a phase or you’ll grow out of it, even though I’m a legal voting adult. I can’t imagine how it feels to have your identity rejected. Whilst I’m here though I’ll support you and defend you. What’s your name, and what pronouns do you use? I don’t wanna misgender you.”

“Ryk, spelled R-Y-K, and my pronouns are he/him. I don’t see why people are so pissy about other people’s gender and sexuality, I mean, live and let live. Thanks, Rita. You seem cool. Must be fun, travelling around. Do you do it often?” Ryk glared as someone sighed audibly, but the man standing in front of a small shop didn’t say anything, so Ryk kept moving.

The Formative Months

((This is set in Ryk’s past. It’s about him meeting a mysterious Rick and/or Morty and/or whoever and deciding to run away from his family because they’re transphobic assholes.)) Ryk was miserable. He sat at the park near his house- he didn’t want to go home. Going home meant being around his parents, dealing with his birth name, and not having a moment to himself to think. He wanted to go to the ice rink, but his coach had ordered him to stay off the ice for a bit after he almost passed out last time. Apparently, he needed to learn to wear his binder less, but he didn’t know if he could. He curled up on the bench and sighed angrily, not noticing someone approaching.

Rita was in the park and she saw a young ryk. She walked over cautiously noticing his distress and softly said something to him. “Hey you ok?”

“Aside from my parents being assholes and my body betraying me, yeah,” Ryk replied, not caring that he didn’t know the woman who had approached him. He glanced up at her and muttered, “I haven’t seen you around. Are you new around here?”

Rita nods. “I’m a little lost too, mind helping me get to a train station? I’m Rita just do you know.”

#rp #smolrita #angst #Ryk is 15 btw

Ryk stood and shrugged. “As long as it means I don’t have to go home yet.” He turned and started walking. “Ignore basically everyone here, they all hate me because they remember me as ‘the sweet little girl’, and they don’t want me to be a guy, so they hate me now. They act like I killed the girl they thought existed,” he added and shook his head. “They’re idiots. I can’t believe I ever liked them.”

The Formative Months

((This is set in Ryk’s past. It’s about him meeting a mysterious Rick and/or Morty and/or whoever and deciding to run away from his family because they’re transphobic assholes.)) Ryk was miserable. He sat at the park near his house- he didn’t want to go home. Going home meant being around his parents, dealing with his birth name, and not having a moment to himself to think. He wanted to go to the ice rink, but his coach had ordered him to stay off the ice for a bit after he almost passed out last time. Apparently, he needed to learn to wear his binder less, but he didn’t know if he could. He curled up on the bench and sighed angrily, not noticing someone approaching.

Rita was in the park and she saw a young ryk. She walked over cautiously noticing his distress and softly said something to him. “Hey you ok?”

“Aside from my parents being assholes and my body betraying me, yeah,” Ryk replied, not caring that he didn’t know the woman who had approached him. He glanced up at her and muttered, “I haven’t seen you around. Are you new around here?”

#Final reblog #open starter #angst

The Formative Months

((This is set in Ryk’s past. It’s about him meeting a mysterious Rick and/or Morty and/or whoever and deciding to run away from his family because they’re transphobic assholes.)) Ryk was miserable. He sat at the park near his house- he didn’t want to go home. Going home meant being around his parents, dealing with his birth name, and not having a moment to himself to think. He wanted to go to the ice rink, but his coach had ordered him to stay off the ice for a bit after he almost passed out last time. Apparently, he needed to learn to wear his binder less, but he didn’t know if he could. He curled up on the bench and sighed angrily, not noticing someone approaching.

[text from tita] Text- Hey ryk can you come over to mine, I want to talk to you.

Ryk didn’t bother to text back, he just portaled over. He still had a bandage on his head, but that was more a precautionary measure than a necessity. “Hey, what’s up?”

Rita smiles ok seeing him and walks over to hug him. “Are you ok?” She asks, letting go yo look at his face.

Ryk hugs her back and nods. “Yeah, the bandages are just a precaution. And they had to shave a bit of my hair, so my hair is a bit lopsided. I still can’t believe I was clumsy enough to fall.”

“Hey it’s ok. It was just nerves and stress. You’ll do better next time. All you can do is keep trying right?”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. And I might’ve practiced a bit more than I should have right before the competition. I was probably too tired to do such a complicated jump. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Would you like to bake or something with me? Ima little linty and bored.”

“I’ve never baked, but I’d be willing to try, or my doctor says I can go back out on the ice now, if you wanted to skate with me. For a first time, you did pretty well last time you tried.”

“I’d rather bake just in case ryk.” Rita says smiling at him.

Ryk chuckles and nods. “Fair enough. What do you want to bake?”

“We’ll start with cookies, and maybe a cake.” Rita says not wanting to overwhelm him. “Come on let’s get into the kitchen.” She says , walking in that direction.

Ryk follows her and looks around. “Last time I actually cooked, I burned the shit out of it,” he admits and laughs softly. “It was pretty bad. I had to get takeout.”

[text from tita] Text- Hey ryk can you come over to mine, I want to talk to you.

Ryk didn’t bother to text back, he just portaled over. He still had a bandage on his head, but that was more a precautionary measure than a necessity. “Hey, what’s up?”

Rita smiles ok seeing him and walks over to hug him. “Are you ok?” She asks, letting go yo look at his face.

Ryk hugs her back and nods. “Yeah, the bandages are just a precaution. And they had to shave a bit of my hair, so my hair is a bit lopsided. I still can’t believe I was clumsy enough to fall.”

“Hey it’s ok. It was just nerves and stress. You’ll do better next time. All you can do is keep trying right?”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. And I might’ve practiced a bit more than I should have right before the competition. I was probably too tired to do such a complicated jump. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Would you like to bake or something with me? Ima little linty and bored.”

“I’ve never baked, but I’d be willing to try, or my doctor says I can go back out on the ice now, if you wanted to skate with me. For a first time, you did pretty well last time you tried.”

“I’d rather bake just in case ryk.” Rita says smiling at him.

#rp #smolrita #Ryk loves learning new skills #he's eager to get back on the ice but he also loves learning

Ryk chuckles and nods. “Fair enough. What do you want to bake?”

[text from tita] Text- Hey ryk can you come over to mine, I want to talk to you.

Ryk didn’t bother to text back, he just portaled over. He still had a bandage on his head, but that was more a precautionary measure than a necessity. “Hey, what’s up?”

Rita smiles ok seeing him and walks over to hug him. “Are you ok?” She asks, letting go yo look at his face.

Ryk hugs her back and nods. “Yeah, the bandages are just a precaution. And they had to shave a bit of my hair, so my hair is a bit lopsided. I still can’t believe I was clumsy enough to fall.”

“Hey it’s ok. It was just nerves and stress. You’ll do better next time. All you can do is keep trying right?”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. And I might’ve practiced a bit more than I should have right before the competition. I was probably too tired to do such a complicated jump. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Would you like to bake or something with me? Ima little linty and bored.”

“I’ve never baked, but I’d be willing to try, or my doctor says I can go back out on the ice now, if you wanted to skate with me. For a first time, you did pretty well last time you tried.”

[text from tita] Text- Hey ryk can you come over to mine, I want to talk to you.

Ryk didn’t bother to text back, he just portaled over. He still had a bandage on his head, but that was more a precautionary measure than a necessity. “Hey, what’s up?”

Rita smiles ok seeing him and walks over to hug him. “Are you ok?” She asks, letting go yo look at his face.

Ryk hugs her back and nods. “Yeah, the bandages are just a precaution. And they had to shave a bit of my hair, so my hair is a bit lopsided. I still can’t believe I was clumsy enough to fall.”

“Hey it’s ok. It was just nerves and stress. You’ll do better next time. All you can do is keep trying right?”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. And I might’ve practiced a bit more than I should have right before the competition. I was probably too tired to do such a complicated jump. Anyway, what’s up?”

[text from tita] Text- Hey ryk can you come over to mine, I want to talk to you.

Ryk didn’t bother to text back, he just portaled over. He still had a bandage on his head, but that was more a precautionary measure than a necessity. “Hey, what’s up?”

Rita smiles ok seeing him and walks over to hug him. “Are you ok?” She asks, letting go yo look at his face.

Ryk hugs her back and nods. “Yeah, the bandages are just a precaution. And they had to shave a bit of my hair, so my hair is a bit lopsided. I still can’t believe I was clumsy enough to fall.”