RP blog for Rick Sanchez (C-137) written by Korvo.
21+ Blog. MINORS DNI.
Dead Dove Do Not Eat - Triggering topics will be present. If you know Rick and Morty, you know what you're getting into.
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Rick's Morty/Jerry: @mortiplerealities
Other blogs: @antipcthy
Side Muses:
Rickbot
Rick Prime
Cop Rick
Brief Muse Overview:
About Rick
Name: Richard "Rick" Sanchez
Dimension: C-137
Age: 60-70
Height: 6'6
About: Scientific genius who travels between different universes going on adventures with his grandson, Morty. There's an infinite number of alternate universes and each one is given a number to distinguish them.
Rick C-137 is the Rick that the show follows, but there are countless different versions of him across dimensions, so when talking to other Ricks he's just referred to by his dimension name, though some Ricks have nicknames instead.
Personality: Rick is a grumpy old man with a pretty jaded 'nothing matters' point of view. He is incredibly petty, vindictive, and has no problem with killing people who get in his way. That said, he can be incredibly outgoing and charismatic, easily making friends with his worst enemies if he feels like it.
Despite the surface level attitude that anyone is replaceable since there's countless versions of them out there, he does care about his family, he just has a hard time showing it.
He is an alcoholic who keeps a flask on his person that he's constantly drinking from.
Operation Phoenix is a cloning program that will revive Rick if he dies into a new cloned body of himself.
He is equipped with assorted cybernetic parts and he himself says he's 'basically Inspector Gadget.' I work on rule of funny for what and when he has them based on what's been seen in the show.
Side Muses
Rickbot - High Activity
Note: Uses same icons as Rick
A robot designed to be 22% more thoughtful than the real Rick. Rickbot acts as a stand in for Rick when Rick is busy with his work or otherwise just does not want to be present. Rickbot hates that he has to lie to Rick's family about being a robot, and has made numerous attempts to destroy himself because of the guilt.
Open for shipping.
Rick Prime - Low Activity
The Rick responsible for erasing Diane from every universe, and the one who Rick has spent his whole life trying to hunt down. Despite how charismatic and outgoing he can be, he is 100% awful. In the words of Rick, he truly does not give a shit. On this blog, he and Rick are exes. Rick doesn't like to talk about it.
Not open for shipping.
Cop Rick
A rookie cop working at the Citadel. Unlike a lot of Ricks, he seems to have a level of morality, and is horrified by the way Mortys tend to be treated, as well as the violence displayed by his Morty partner. Wants to do what's right but trapped by horrible circumstances.
Just turn Jerry into a carrot already...The suspense is killing him! 😭
"That's the point. I'm gonna be a presence that haunts him every moment. In the back of his mind he's always going to wonder...'Where's Rick? Is he going to turn me into a carrot today?' Maybe I'll pop up in the corner of his vision, or standing creepily by a bus stop and just watch him, then disappear. Let him suffer in his paranoia."
And he would just.. Listen to that ramble. Even if the other didn't exactly do a good job at hiding his true identity. It was fairly obvious, honestly. But the demon was rather amused and decided to humor him. It was an interesting topic, after all.
"I do not believe that this, specific condition would apply to a situation such as that. Capgras Delusion is known to sever the afflicted individual's emotions towards their loved ones, thus making them believe that they are not real, a fake of their actual loved ones. If a situation such as the one you are hinting at were to happen, it would not be a delusion, therefore, it is not Capgras. Simple, non~?"
"I guess that makes me feel...less bad. For a second I was worried my existence would be causing some inner turmoil for my family. At least, more than their usual turmoil."
Pause. "I'm not a robot who's been programmed to be unable to admit they are a robot. It sucks."
He wants people to know he's a robot. Life would be so much easier if he could just tell people and get on with his 'life.' But alas. He can't. What was it with Rick and programming all of his robots to get depression?
"...o-ok, so, hypothetically speaking. Let's say I was a robot copy of Rick, which I'm not, and even if I was I wouldn't be able to actually say that I am because programming, so we're talking purely hypothetical here, and...and the real Rick, which is me, but again, hypothetical, was known to make clones and impostors to replace himself, and his family knows this. But his family doesn't know I'm a robot, hypothetically. Does...does this condition still apply...?"
Blink blink. Ok that was worded badly.
"Let me rephrase that. Does this condition still apply when family is actually replaced by clones regularly, so they actually do have a right to be suspicious?"
"Did you know that there is a disorder known as Capgras Delusion, where the afflicted individual becomes convinced that loved ones and friends have been swapped out with clones, or imposters? Quite fascinating, non~?"
Donnie smirks, "Don't, I like them," he runs a hand up Rick's chest, "Wanna see something cool?"
Donnie's middle back, right between his shoulder blades, glow a odd mix of black and white. Slowly, a couple shadowy tendrils streaked with white flowing energy appear, each ending with a clawed hand. A few instantly interwine their shadowy claws with Rick's mechanical fingers, while two rest on the ground so Donnie can lift himself up so he could 'float' high enough to be the one to look down at Rick.
Even then, Donnie had two spares. One gently grabes Rick's chin so the blue-haired man is looking at Donnie, the other brased itself on the wall by Rick.
Oooohhhhhh. So that's what Donnie had meant when he said he wasn't actually human.
Rick's eyes went wide as he watched Donnie grow several more limbs, his own extra limbs immediately grabbing onto Donnie's as they touched.
Rick blinked, melting into Donnie's touch, letting the full weight of his head rest in Donnie's hand. "Holy shit, you've really been holding out on me, huh. Damn, you're hot. I-I mean you're always attractive but this is...hot."
Loud crunching rang throughout the small clearing. Flies buzzed around the rotting carcass of what was once a young sauropod, it's belly wide open from the massive carnivore that took it down. The huge head of the Tyrannosaurus ripped into the carcass, yanking out a huge chunk out of it before swallowing it whole. Her mouth was riddled with blood, small pieces of leftover meat dangled from her jaws. The carnivore ducked her head back down, ready to pull out another succulent piece. Suddenly, the surrounding area turned a bright green followed by a srrange noise that was unfamilar to the dinosaur. The animal grumbled before slowly lifting her head up to investigate.
Once she had reached her full height, the animal looked down and saw what a appeared to be a human, walking through a bright green wall which disappeared as quickly as it came. The animal blinked as she stared down the strange man, a low ominus growl gurgled in her throat. She wasn't quite sure how or why this human came here. But she didn't take kindly to having her dinner interrupted.
He had been working on a formula for something (drugs, it was drugs) and needed the extract of a particular, long extinct plant. A not so quick scan of different universes landed him in one where dinosaurs were still alive and not super intelligent psychic beings on the run from an asteroid.
Normally he would have dragged Morty along on an adventure like this, but he figured it would be quick enough to find so why bother. What he hadn't anticipated though, was walking through the portal only to be immediately face to face with a dinosaur.
Oh. Shit.
Rick raised his hands and backed up, as if raising his hands to show he didn't have any weapons would work on a dinosaur. Hey, it was possible. He had no idea how smart these things in this universe actually were!
"Easy there, girl. I'm not here to steal your food. Just looking for a plant."
The more silence stretched between them, no protest or retort being immediately thrown out, the more Rick's shoulders relaxed. His lips slowly stretched in a vicious curl, betraying the petty smugness that came with the realisation that he had won the argument. And damn, if it didn't feel good to see his creation reduced to silence after the asshole had so stubbornly tried to fight him.
Of course, he didn't have any doubts on what the final result would have been. The 22% that had created every issue between the two of them was also the robot's greatest weakness and the scientist had no qualms to use it to his own advantage. He knew himself, he knew where his buttons were...and where they would be, if he were just a little different as well. The poor fucker never had any chance of winning that argument.
And if Rick was purposefully ignoring that his artificial self had still managed to score one against him, well...everyone knew what the deal was with history. It was written by the winners.
"Y-Yeah, you do that. G-Go do your fuckin' job, t-the reason you even exist to start with, y-you useless piece of junk!" he yelled after the retreating bot, making a show of rolling his eyes even if the other couldn't see it.
Then he shook his head, allowing himself to frown once again as he turned his attention back to the screens. "G-Goddamn idiot can't even fulfil his one purpose right..."
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A little less than an hour had passed when Morty, oblivious to what had gone down, wandered into the garage, looking for his grandfather.
He had hesitated behind the closed door for almost a whole minute before opening, pondering whether or not he should have knocked and eventually deciding against it. He never did, so it would have looked weird, and the last thing he wanted was for Rick to think that he was up to something.
Which he wasn't. At least, not in the way the older man would have thought.
"Uh, h-hey, Rick?" He spoke up, taking a few steps inside the room, but not approaching the workbench. "Can I... A-Are you busy now?"
The scientist had been acting a bit less like a dick in the past weeks, but the teen knew better than to push it. After so much time dealing with the other's odd preferences and loud moods, he had learnt, mostly the hard way, what not to do. Near the top of that list there was bothering Rick while he was working on something he considered important, unless it was an emergency. So, better to test the waters first.
Besides, there was no way he would get what he wanted if he pissed his grandfather off even before getting to the point.
Turns out that pretending to do something science-y without actually doing anything was pretty damn boring. All he was really doing was spinning the thing around in his hands. At this point he might as well start playing with a rubiks's cube.
Huh. Actually, that was a good idea. Plus, there would be no risk of accidentally breaking whatever the fuck he was playing with, thus avoiding an inevitable Rick crashout.
Just as Morty opened the door, Rickbot placed the thing back down on the table, and of course the universe would have a sense of humor, causing a piece of the thing to immediately break off with a very loud and very audible snap. Some kind of antenna looking thing. The whole thing crackled with electricity.
"Oh shit."
Rickbot jumped up, knocking the stool that he was sitting on over in the process. He had no idea if that thing was about to explode, nor how to stop or contain the explosion if it did. He started frantically looking around, taking several steps backwards, and when he didn't immediately see anything obvious, he did the next best thing. Using his equipped extendo limbs, he shoved Morty backwards through the door, slamming it behind him.
Several seconds later, there was an explosion, the noise muffled slightly by the door.
Several more seconds passed until Rickbot opened the door, allowing a thick cloud of concerningly black smoke to seep into the house. He stood just behind the door frame, staring down at Morty. It was obvious he got hit with the brunt of the explosion. His clothes were singed and he was covered in residue from the explosion. One of his sleeves had been torn, and the synthetic skin underneath was sliced open, revealing some damaged metal plating and exposed wires. That...probably wasn't an immediate red flag, given how many cybernetics Rick had packed into him.
Hopefully.
"Don't ask questions. We need to get into the car. Now. I'll take you wherever you want. We just need to get out of here."
Rickbot didn't even let Morty have a say in leaving. He grabbed the poor kid by the arm and dragged him back into the garage, through the smoke, and practically shoved him into the passengers seat. Then, for some inexplicable reason, Rickbot climbed over Morty to get into the driver's seat.
Soon, the two of them were flying off into space, with Rickbot driving a little too fast and recklessly. But once they were actually out in space, he slowed the car down then turned to look at Morty. "Soooo, where do you wanna go? Boob World? Blips and Chitz? Space Denny's? I promise, no crazy adventures! Just some good old fashioned hanging out with your grandpa, doing something fun!"
Clearly he was not going to address the gaping hole in his arm or why he was in such a hurry to leave.
POST 3 - 5 SONGS THAT FIT YOUR MUSE WITH THE MOST RELATABLE LYRICS TO PROVE IT !
Takes Me Nowhere - The Offspring (the whole ass song honestly)
When the day begins all the guilt sinks in / And I look on the wreckage of the night / Though I try to break free, the cycle breaks me / Am I ever gonna see the light? / All the friends I've lost and the pain I've caused / Have never been enough just to make me stop / The lines I draw to look at myself / Are turning into somebody else
Gone Away - The Offspring (Bonus FFDP version cause I prefer this one)
Leaving flowers on your grave / To show that I still care / Black roses and Hail Mary's / Can't bring back what's taken from me / I reach to the sky / And call on your name And if I could trade, I would / And it feels, and it feels like Heaven's so far away / And it stings, and it stings now / The world is so cold / Now that you've gone away
Suicide Solution - Ozzy Osbourne (the song is about alcoholism, not suicide)
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker / Suicide is slow with liqueur / Take a bottle, drown your sorrows / Then it floods away tomorrows / Evil thoughts and evil doings / Cold, alone you hang in ruins / Thought that you'd escape the reaper / You can't escape the master keeper
World So Cold - Three Days Grace
I feel numb / I can't come to life / I feel like I'm frozen in time / Living in a world so cold / Wasting away / Living in a shell with no soul / Since you've gone away / Living in a world so cold / Counting the days / Since you've gone away
I Am Waking Up Today - Bowling for Soup
My life is skipping like a broken record / I keep repeatin' all the same mistakes / I used to get caught up in all the wreckage / But I am wakin' up today / The day you left, I thought the world was ending / I lost myself in all the misery / And now I'm picking up the scattered pieces / And I am wakin' up today / I am wakin' up today / I'm not the guy you know / This is me 2.0