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@morbid-rick
gots the DTs but somehow still making spaghetti
ANON/NON ANON ASKS.
So last night I was up late and I realized the reason that I dislike seeing people posting answers to asks. 1. They are superficial and really tell us nothing about the person. 2. You have to go back down and figure out what question they are answering. Make sure you post the question to the person and make sure when you answer you post the QUESTION so people don’t have to look down the list! BE HONEST or don’t answer the question and post “pass”. 1. What is the last dream you remember? (describe) 2. What is something that you fear will happen to you in the future? (Also Why) 3. Describe the best day that you can remember. 4. Describe your worst day. 5. When was the last time you had your heartbroken and how did you/are you dealing with it? 6. Do you believe in love at first sight? 7. What are some of your favorite songs right now? 8. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 9. When was the last time you cried and what made you cry? 10. What would your best day look like? 11. Do you ever have reoccurring nightmares? Describe. 12. Who is the last person to text you and what were they talking about? 13. Do you have a hobby? What is it? 14. Name a fictional place you would like to go and tell us why. 15. What job would you be terrible at and what job would you be good at? 16. Have you ever traveled outside of the country? Where? If not, where would you like to go if you could and why? 17. If you are a part of the TCC - What is your favorite case and why? 18. What is a case you follow that isn’t really that popular? 19. Do you like animals? Have pets? What kind? 20. Name a subject you would like to study if you had time? 21. What criminal (dead or alive) would you like to sit down and talk to and why? 22. What are some small things that make your day better? 23. If you are struggling with something right now, what is it? 24. If you watch television what shows are your favorite? 25. If you could have any power in the world, what would it be and why? 26. Has a movie ever made you cry? Which one. 27. If you read books, what are you reading now? 28. What opinion did you have of something that has changed recently? 29. Do you think that forgiveness is mandatory to move on from something? 30. If you could be a dictator on an island, what kind of crazy “dictator” rules would you put in place? 31. Do you believe in the death penalty? Why or why not? 32. What is something you want to do but are scared of actually doing it? 33. How old are you? 34. What job would you like to do if you could do anything? 35. What are some weird habits or “quirks” do you have? 36. Name three things you would buy if you had the money to buy them. 37. Are you in a relationship right now? If so, do you think it’s a healthy one? 38. (Follow up) If it’s unhealthy, what makes it that way? 39. Would you ever date someone long distance? 40. Name a person that you can’t stand and tell us why. 41. What group do you hate the most on Tumblr and why? 42. What would you like people to say about you at your funeral? 43. What is the meanest thing you have ever done to someone, and why? 44. Have you ever sent anon hate to someone? 45. If you could write a book, what would it be about? 46. What is something you would never do? 47. Name two events that you think made you the way you are. 48. If you could make one rule that everyone had to follow, what would it be? 49. Are you addicted to anything and if you are what is it? 50. What bad habits would you like to break? 51. What good habits would you like to have? 52. What is your favorite smell, food and place? 53. What is the scariest monster you could imagine? 54. What would you do if you were going to die in three hours? 55. If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? 56. Who is/was your most interesting friend and why? 57. Describe your perfect partner. 58. What are some things you take for granted? 59. What is something that you are self-conscious about that you don’t normally tell people? 60. What is a personality trait that you love about yourself? 61. Name something you have accomplished that you are proud of. 62. What is something you are trying to work through in your life right now? 63. Do you have an irrational fear? What is it? 64. What is the best piece of advice you ever received? 65. Who is someone in your life that you can turn to when no one else understands? 66. Do you believe in Aliens? 67. If you could star in a movie, what kind of movie would it be? 68. When do you feel truly “alive”? 69. If you were put in solitary confinement, what do you think you would think the most about? 70. In your opinion what is something horrible everyone should try once? 71. What are three interesting facts about you? 72. What is the hardest lesson that you have ever learned? 73. What mistake do you keep making over and over again? 74. If your life were a book, what is this chapter called? 75. If you could tell your future self something what would you say? 76. What is the most immature thing that you do? 77. What do you hate about this website? 78. If you made another blog, what would it be about? 79. Do you judge people before you get to know them and why? 80. What would be your spirit animal and why? 81. If you could have a video of one event in your life, what would the video be? 82. What keeps you up at night? 83. What is the most illegal thing you have ever done? 84. What drugs have you tried, and if none, would you try something? What? 85. What lie to you tell most often? 86. Do you have children? Or want them if you don’t? 87. If you could date a movie star, would you and who? 88. People in the past were buried with things that were important to them, what would you be buried with? 89. Everyone can be a bully – what brings the bully out of you? 90. What is something you are against, but find yourself doing anyway? 91. Who was your most interesting teacher and why? 92. What was the last photo that you took? 93. What makes you roll your eyes every time you hear it? 94. Do you believe in the right to die? Why or why not? 95. What is one coping skill you have that you think others would benefit from? 96. What is your cure for the hiccups? 97. If you could get away with murder would you do? Who would you murder and why? 98. What mythical creature do you wish existed and why? 99. What is the most unsettling film you have ever seen? 100. Name three things you don’t give yourself enough credit for. 101. What did you think was cool when you were younger? 102. What charity would you give the most money to if you could? 103. Do you think you are a good person? Why or why not? 104. What makes you like someone? 105. If magic was real what spell would you learn first? 106. What is the craziest conversation you have ever heard or been a part of? 107. Do you like your parents? Why or why not? 108. What is the most interesting documentary have you watched? 109. What was the last song you sung the lyrics to? 110. What are your favorite lyrics from a song? 111. What are some things that you beat yourself up for that you shouldn’t? 112. What is the last lie you told to someone and why did you lie? 113. Write out the last message you sent to someone on Tumblr. 114. What blogs are your favorite and why? 115. What is something silly that you get really upset about? 116. What language would you like to speak if you could? 117. Who do you wish you could back into contact with and why did you stop in the first place? 118. What is the most stupid thing you have ever gotten into a fight over? 119. Have you ever hit someone? Who and why? 120. If you were in prison, what do you think would be the worst part? 121. What is something about the opposite sex that confuses you the most? 122. When was the last time you yelled at someone and who/why? 123. What do you think they should teach in school that they don’t 124. What movie universe would be the worst to live in? 125. What is something you think has been blown way out of proportion?
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@morbid-rick (for starter meme)
“Y-you’re getting blood on my clothes!”
“O-ohh, shit.. Sorry……” Morbid Rick stumbles to the side, stepping slightly out of the long line leading up to the metal detectors in the huge Interplanetary Customs building.
He squeezes his arm over the crimson-dyed fabric, but blood continues to drip quickly and steadily from his lab coat’s sleeve.
“Sorry? Sorry?! Just look at this mess, it’s - it’s everywhere!” Rick batted a hand over the grotesquely wet stain dying his pristine lab coat a sordid red, his palm coming away sticky and sickeningly warm. This was the last thing he needed right now - a literal red flag on his person while he was in the middle of smuggling some highly illegal things through customs check. How was he supposed to slide under he radar now? “I-I can’t go through here like th… thih…”
Oh. The beratement trailed off as the picture before him started to sink in. This all too familiar face didn’t uh… look so hot. He’d been too pissed about having his personal space and wardrobe violated to notice the details at first, but… This alternate version of himself was clearly worse for wear.
“Whuh - w-what are you thinking, trying to - to get past security like that? Are - are you trying to get us both a-aaaa cavity search?”
“No, no, just..” He sighs and rummages in a black backpack, producing a dirty handkerchief. It wasn’t very helpful, but it’s all he had. He tossed the cloth at the other Rick and turned away, starting to trudge off to the bathroom, figuring he should probably find something to staunch the bleeding and throw out his ruined coat.
“Eugh!” This was the retribution he got for this mess? Some filthy shred of cloth that smelled like a dumpster? What did the guy take him for, a - a nineteenth century damsel in need of a momento? “H-hey! I’m gonna need more than - than this! D-don’t just walk away!”
A half-jog caught him up with the other Rick, which voluntarily gave up his space in a very long, growing line of galactic beings patiently awaiting to pass through rigorous security. “Jeez-us, I-I’m going to have to - to scrub this stuff off before it stains.” Rick put his expressive disgust on hold and cocked an eyebrow inquisitively over one peculiarly bloodshot eye. “W-what do you think you’re doing out here, bleeding all over the place? Huh? What’s - what’s your deal, bub?”
MR sighs, flashing a glare behind him as he enters the restroom, the other Rick trailing behind. “It’s really none of your god damn business, bro. And why do you care so much about that coat, I get mine on Amazon for less than ten bucks,” He grumbles, pulling out a wad of paper towels from the dispenser, reaching rudely over the other man with a wet maroon sleeve. He removes half his coat, the clean half, and shoves the paper towels down the bloodied sleeve. The messy-haired man tried not to make it obvious he was hiding something, but it was clear this other guy wasn’t moving on in a timely fashion. MR rolls his eyes in annoyance and glares at the man behind him in the mirror. “I’ll get you another one, just fuck off already. I don’t have time for this bullshit.” He reaches for another clump of towels when suddenly the last half of his coat falls off his shoulder. He scrambles to cover the deep horizontal cuts up his arm with more towels, eyes furtively flicking up to the mirror to check if his tagalong was paying attention. Blood continues to drip steadily into the washroom basin with tiny rhythmic tapping sounds.
“UHHH, I hate to break it to you, ~bro~,” he mocked the other Rick brazenly for his choice in words, clearly not in the mood for niceties. “B-but this became ‘my businuess’ when you - when your dumb ass fucked up my operation by deciding it was a-aaaa good idea to go around giving people some kind of-of-!” He balled up his soiled jacket in frustration, lips curling back in disgust. “Of non consensual tye-dye – shhhhit! Hey!”
The arm soaked in blood reaching only inches from his face left a trail of red flecklets in its’ wake that soaked into white fabric, creating an even bigger mess. “W-what was I-I just saying a-about-?! Ah… about…”
The identical overcoat obscuring his counterparts’ wounded shoulder, heavy with clumps of sopping wet paper and the overpoweringly metallic scent of blood, fell away to reveal all. “Ohhh, jesus.”
Skin shredded to the point of horror, split open well down into the fat layer. Oozing, gruesome patterns of deliberate cuts. Too clean, too precise, too obvious.
He saw it. And the other guy knew he saw it.
The expression on Ricks’ face shifted from infuriated to confusion to… a cool, collected baseline. A mask that guarded whatever was beneath. Rage? A dark plot? Intention to finish the job?
“Attention seeker, huh?” The nature of the words sounded harsh out of his mouth, as did all things inherently Rick.
The gangly man took a step forward that effectively blocked his doppelganger into the corner, his presence overbearing and ominous. The inevitable scolding was surely imminent, sitting perched on the tip of a silver tongue. “You’re a, a fucking idiot. You - you’re reeeeal goddamn stupid, y-y-you know that?”
Ouch. That one had to sting. “I-I mean - w-what are you thinking? Huh?” He glared at the offensive bleeding appendage disapprovingly. Oh, he was about to tear into him, wasn’t he? “You - you’re never gonna stop the bleeding like that.”
That… wasn’t quite the expected reaction, that much was for sure. For all intents and purposes, Rick didn’t truly didn’t seem to carry as much aggression in his body language as much as sheer annoyance. Nonthreatening only when viewed through the eyes of somebody who could read him - somebody who was him. “Come on, dawg. Th-this is - it’s first aid 101, simple shit.”
He reached out and firmly gripped his counterparts’ wrist, ignoring any outcry of indignance that came with the invasion of personal space. The guy obviously wasn’t keen on getting called out on his… mistakes. “Sh-shut up, you’re fine, d-don’t be a pussy. Look – gotta squeeze.” The loose fabric of his alternates’ ruined coat would make for a decent binding. He balled it up, holding firm to the wounds whether the other Rick liked it or not. “Gotta hold pressure.”
MR watches his doppelgänger with wide, indignant eyes as his wrist is grabbed and his lab coat is snatched. Up close he notices the other Rick's eyes; an odd pink color.
Great. A fuckin' stoner yelling at him for his self destructive tendencies. Weed is rather benign, but still. Talk about POTS calling the kettle black...
"O-obviously I kn-know first aid," He says, glaring furtively at the guy now pressing the coat against his wounds. "I just think paper towels would be m-more sterile than my nastyass dustball coat. You don't even know what this, this coat has been through these past f-forty-eight hours."
He tugs gently to get away to no avail, and gives up. "I was unlucky enough to lose all my shit on this most recent escapade... otherwise I'd look like less off a newbie fuck..." He mumbles, attitude shifting to sheepish, caught in such a compromising situation. "You don't have to-to-to... OBSESS over me like this... It's fuckin' WEIRD."
@morbid-rick (for starter meme)
“Y-you’re getting blood on my clothes!”
“O-ohh, shit.. Sorry……” Morbid Rick stumbles to the side, stepping slightly out of the long line leading up to the metal detectors in the huge Interplanetary Customs building.
He squeezes his arm over the crimson-dyed fabric, but blood continues to drip quickly and steadily from his lab coat’s sleeve.
“Sorry? Sorry?! Just look at this mess, it’s - it’s everywhere!” Rick batted a hand over the grotesquely wet stain dying his pristine lab coat a sordid red, his palm coming away sticky and sickeningly warm. This was the last thing he needed right now - a literal red flag on his person while he was in the middle of smuggling some highly illegal things through customs check. How was he supposed to slide under he radar now? “I-I can’t go through here like th… thih…”
Oh. The beratement trailed off as the picture before him started to sink in. This all too familiar face didn’t uh… look so hot. He’d been too pissed about having his personal space and wardrobe violated to notice the details at first, but… This alternate version of himself was clearly worse for wear.
“Whuh - w-what are you thinking, trying to - to get past security like that? Are - are you trying to get us both a-aaaa cavity search?”
“No, no, just..” He sighs and rummages in a black backpack, producing a dirty handkerchief. It wasn’t very helpful, but it’s all he had. He tossed the cloth at the other Rick and turned away, starting to trudge off to the bathroom, figuring he should probably find something to staunch the bleeding and throw out his ruined coat.
“Eugh!” This was the retribution he got for this mess? Some filthy shred of cloth that smelled like a dumpster? What did the guy take him for, a - a nineteenth century damsel in need of a momento? “H-hey! I’m gonna need more than - than this! D-don’t just walk away!”
A half-jog caught him up with the other Rick, which voluntarily gave up his space in a very long, growing line of galactic beings patiently awaiting to pass through rigorous security. “Jeez-us, I-I’m going to have to - to scrub this stuff off before it stains.” Rick put his expressive disgust on hold and cocked an eyebrow inquisitively over one peculiarly bloodshot eye. “W-what do you think you’re doing out here, bleeding all over the place? Huh? What’s - what’s your deal, bub?”
MR sighs, flashing a glare behind him as he enters the restroom, the other Rick trailing behind. "It's really none of your god damn business, bro. And why do you care so much about that coat, I get mine on Amazon for less than ten bucks," He grumbles, pulling out a wad of paper towels from the dispenser, reaching rudely over the other man with a wet maroon sleeve. He removes half his coat, the clean half, and shoves the paper towels down the bloodied sleeve. The messy-haired man tried not to make it obvious he was hiding something, but it was clear this other guy wasn't moving on in a timely fashion. MR rolls his eyes in annoyance and glares at the man behind him in the mirror. "I'll get you another one, just fuck off already. I don't have time for this bullshit." He reaches for another clump of towels when suddenly the last half of his coat falls off his shoulder. He scrambles to cover the deep horizontal cuts up his arm with more towels, eyes furtively flicking up to the mirror to check if his tagalong was paying attention. Blood continues to drip steadily into the washroom basin with tiny rhythmic tapping sounds.