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( STARTER CALL. Decided, once again, to try and rp this cutie again. Please ignore if you’re a personal account, but otherwise if we’re mutuals you can LIKE/REBLOG this post for a starter! )

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( wow who the actual fuck is this :3 )

#tall morty #rick sanchez #slow rick #rick and morty #rick and morty fanart #art;;#( me: doesnt post on here for almost a year )

@unsacrificedsafety || 🌺

Even if someone were to dig into his mind and take a look at what he had in there, it wouldn’t reveal too much about his memories of his past. Actually if you asked him what he had for breakfast the morning, he might not even be capable of giving up a straight answer. It’d be somewhere between ‘nothing’ or whatever he had two weeks ago. Still, amazing things happened inside of a human brain. Memories are so fleeting, so easy to contort and manipulate. However FEELINGS are their own breed of chaotic and mystifying. Most Ricks behave as their worst selves just to best their own emotions, and even then it doesn’t really work. For Tall Morty, he doesn’t hide anything. He doesn’t recall ever having to, or ever wanting to even... The discomfort and sincere anxiety he felt when he knew he was LOST, even though he couldn’t recall ever leaving home, was evident. At first he had only been worried about how he’d find his way back into the Citadel, and now his mind had all but malfunctioned as he mumbled to himself, wringing his hands as a nervous tick.

#unsacrificedsafety #( hello! :3 )

@crxsshcirs || 🌺

It wasn’t just some joke to leave a boy stranded in some wayward universe, alone and in the middle of the night. What had happened? If he could remember, he probably feel some sort of sadness about it. But he simply lost it, and in turn, he was becoming pretty much lost himself. Then again, when wasn’t that the case for him? Still, at least at home he had his blankets and his books. Here, all he had were puddles and streets he didn’t recognize. Of course nobody in their right mind would approach a wandering, seemingly old, man with drool running down his chin and eyes that looked glazed over with a mental fog. Even if he looked so painfully out of place, and even more then a little bit scared.

#( Ahhh hey! :3 )#crxsshcirs #( I still love your oc ahh )

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(( Howdy doo! Would anyone be interested in rping and interacting with a Tall Morty/Slow Rick muse? I still have to edit his bio and rules some, but they can still be found here. I’ll rp with any fandom! Don’t really care! Give this post a like or reblog and I might pm you to plot something! ))

#✿ ⁽ ᵐᵃᶜᵃʳᵒᶰᶦ ⁾ ooc #rick and morty #rick and morty rp #rp #roleplay #indie rp #promo #rp promo

(( Hi, I need a soft character in my life rn so I’m returning to this muse bc I miss him so much. Expect some content both rp and art wise soon! Also hmu for rps. :3 I’ll be editing the rules on here and changing up the theme to make it more easy to navigate through. ))

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( While I kinda decide what I wanna do with this character, since I still really love him to pieces and it seems like others agree, I’m going to be putting his blog on Hiatus for a little while. I’d still love to rp him on discord or something, but otherwise I think I wanna just focus on my other blogs for awhile. )

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@neutralizcd

“that–actually wasn’t that bad.” he said to tm with a look that spoke his words through emotion as he nodded his head. he looked at the television and then to the other’s controller as more zombie’s were coming up behind the both of them in the game.

“you sure you haven’t played this before?” they were playing on easy, he knew that the man needed help since he was just learning games–why not plunge the noobie into a fight for your life type game instead of mario or spyro, right?

“A-A-Am really doing good?” He said excitedly, hoping that it was true and that Mark wasn’t just saying that to be nice. He really wanted to do well, and to make his possible new friend feel impressed by him. But he didn’t know if he could... this was was kind of scary to him after-all. “H-Have not...” He flushed, but smile still. If mark thought he’d played before then he must be doing better then he thought. Still, those zombies made him nervous, and so did the loud noise.

#hisechos

“Hm?” He glances over, he had been here and kept being bugged by others- He wished Morty would just hurry up with his stupid adventure and move on but APPARENTLY, he liked Morty Town. Having a sigh, he takes one and pulls out some money- handing it off to the other before he registers that this was a RICK and not a Morty. He blinks, and then blinks once more. Holy shit.

“Yea, sure, w-what the hell are you doing here in Morty Town? Let me guess, dr-dragged here by your Morty? No, you’re selling cookies in a bag, therefore, you must live here. Hoooly shit, why the hell do you live here?”

He seemed taken aback by the money being pushed his way. He didn’t want it, and was confused as to what the other male was getting at. Unable to come up with a quick response in his confusion, TM stares at the Rick with wide eyed. Pupils unfocused as ever, droll slipping down his chin. “A-A-Am Morty...” His brows furrowed. Did this Rick think he wasn’t a Morty? He was wearing Morty clothes. He was just tall, at least that’s what everybody told him. “C-Confused...” He held his bag a little closer to him, still not really looking the Rick in his face. Almost like his eyes just naturally gravitated anywhere else. “N-Not selling cookies... j-just want sharing them.”

#shumshumschilpiddyah

He hadn’t noticed the other Rick until he’d spoken. Looking up from his phone, his thumbs paused as he stared, uncertain and uncomfortable. He was shifting awkwardly, fiddling with his hands in a way that a Morty would. And ‘Excuse me’? What kind of Rick…

Wait, he’d seen this Rick before. At the Morty school before it was shut down.

“ Oh– ” Morty blinked out of his daze, noticing he was glancing behind him. He stepped to the side. “ S-sorry. Am I in your way? ” His voice was quiet and neutral; he was no stranger to how the others would treat anyone who was different, though he’d never actually spoken to this Rick himself. He wasn’t very popular when he was in the school in the first place.

“Y-Y-Yes, am s-sorry.” He could tell right away that this Morty seemed to be one of the more typical ones. Quiet, and non aggressive. Although he’d been tricked with that before, he was easy to fool. “C-Cookies...” He said simply before pointing at them. Right in front of the Morty level to his stomach. He’d hate to reach around him. Not really comfortable with getting close to anybody physically unless he knew them. So he would wait patiently until the Morty moved or did anything until he did too. It was awkward, but he always sort of felt that way when talking to strangers. “Please, am needing them. Thank you.”

#unlncky

to his credit, merty remained SILENT while the other took time to think; either he gave him a response or he didn’t. regardless of which he chose, there was no sense in PUSHING him, right? he usually treated his secretary with a similar degree of patience whenever the timid green morty stalled on giving him a RESPONSE.

❝ morty school, huh? ❞ right. his MEMORY was a bit foggy- which probably wasn’t helped by the blood loss- but he thought he could recall reading something about a student fitting his description. of course, at the time he had been little more than a FOOTNOTE in a stack of papers the teen had skimmed through on a whim; he never expected to actually meet him- much less require his ASSISTANCE.

huh. small multiverse.

❝ do you like it? ❞ something in the other’s tone and body language seemed to imply OTHERWISE.

❝ it’s fine if you don’t. everyone has a right to their own OPINION, you know? sometimes i don’t like being stuck here. ❞ even if it was technically half-his, the citadel still remained one of his least favorite places to be. too many ricks for his liking- too many bad memories. ❝ and being told you HAVE to stay somewhere is pretty RESTRICTIVE. ❞

TM didn’t often meet anyone who was so patient with him. And when he did, he almost felt more nervous for it. Wondering when they would stop being so understanding and finally grow tired of his near constant hesitance. It wasn’t his fault really... but that didn’t matter to most people, and he understood that he wasn’t special in that regard, as ‘slow’ as he was. Nodding in affirmation; he wondered if this Morty ever had to go to Morty training. As much as TM had loved going because of the easy to follow rules and strict routine that made him more comfortable, it had been stifling to him in that he never felt he was really going anywhere at all. He passed the tests, did all his work on time... and he’d been there longer then he could remember without ever getting close to graduating... It was all just really frustrating to him.

The question seemed to catch him off guard. As did the the others words thereafter. He fidgeted, finally stopping at a building. His apartment complex, not too run-down but also not the brightest, most welcoming building either. He took out his key card and opened the door, stepping aside for Morty to go in first as he still thought if how he should answer him. “I-Is not bad. Am happy to have place. L-Lots Morty’s don’t, I-I-I know...” He shrugs, closing the door and leading Morty to the stairs. He held his hand out for him again, just in case he needed help. “Still... have nothing else.”

#insheepsclothing

emergency-rick replied to your post:

im in the same boat i want to make wasteland rick from pocket mortys pls kill me

( DONT LET ME DO THIS TO MYSELF *lays down* )

#emergency-rick #ooc;;

( ME@ME: YOU DONT NEED ANY MORE RICK MUSES also me @ me: but an evil rick??? amyrite???? what’s going on, do I have an addiction?? )

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(( hey! would you like to rp? I like your writing -guardrick ))

( Yeah, sure! :3 I don’t usually like talking through inbox though, so unless you can pm me or something to plot, this is probably the only inbox message I’ll respond to. Just to keep clutter off the dash!But if you also just shoot me a random starter I’ll definitely answer it! )

#( also thank you!! )#Anonymous

@mmcrtimcr

TM jumped back immediately, as if he’d been shocked, when he bumped into the Morty unexpectedly. Now, he didn’t have a very solid body at all. More like a twig with a face and appendages. But he had run into this young man with the force of someone trying to get away from something. And even then, he winced as if he was the one who’d been afflicted. He looked down at his feet, and then up, and around. Never at the Morty, although his attention was certainly on him. “A-A-A-Am sorry, s..s-sorry...”

#mmcrtimcr

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