Are You Afraid of Me Now?

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Favourite Rick Sanchez moments;

        1/?

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Morty had waken up in a cold sweat on his own, having his own set of flashbacks of prior events. Not like that was an irregular thing, but it still got the kid badly every time. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes before sliding out of bed, bare feet touching the carpet before he left his room and went downstairs. He just needs some water.

When he reached the base of the stairs, Morty heard some noises coming from Rick’s room. flicking on the hall light, Morty slowly started making his way to his grandfather’s room. Peeking open the door to see what Rick was doing, the kid discovered that he was not yet awake.

That’s when Morty decided to invite himself in. He climbed onto the bed beside Rick, sitting on his knees before giving Rick a good shake. “Were– were you having a nightmare, too?” Morty sleepily asked, the backlight from the hallway illuminating Morty’s figure, making him appear even more childish than normal. 

“You– you uh, were making a lotta noise,” leaning off the bed momentarily, Morty located a flask and picked it up, giving it a quick shake to realize that there was in fact liquid in it, before handing it to his grandfather.

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       [He hates this new-found vulnerability that the art of sobriety has granted him. As he stares at his grandson, taking note of the sweat that has formed on the child's head, not to mention the slight tremble of his limbs, a definite aftermath of a nightmare of his own. RICK ignores his question, just takes the flask and swings it back so hard his neck threatens to snap. He should never have left himself open like that, shouldn't have let his guard down so much that he forgot to drink. How was that even possible?!]

       [When he stops gulping, drink gone, burn soothing the lack of one in the pit of his stomach, the grandfather eyes him coolly. There's no way he's going to divulge what the hell was going on in his head, not a chance he's going to open himself to more pain when he can be cold and move on from it. It's always worked, always left him in a better state of mind - even if he'd had to work to make guilt something that never laid on his conscience.]

            "Sorry,"

       [--though it's an empty comment if ever he'd uttered one, slowly laying back down and staring at the ceiling. He really shouldn't be talking about this, should tell Morty to fuck off and jerk himself to sleep... but he doesn't.]

                                           "J--Just-- urrrppp-- a rough night, y'know, Morty?"

[scorpionfear]

“I wasn’t expecting him to explode.” Muttered the pink haired demon, shifting her gaze from the unsettling older man to the yellow shirt laying along the carnage. It had been a while since she had seen this kind of gore - and it made her nostalgic for the olden days where she spent her time among the massacres.

Small hands grasped the shirt, making sure that none of the bile got on her clothing, and stood by the older man. She held it out to him, her golden doe-like eyes seemingly staring deep into his conscious to try and figure out - just why did he let that child explode?

“Would you like a towel? I can fetch one for you?”

Ever the caring servant, she waited for his response.

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       [He all but snatches it once the shirt is within his reach. He's not a stickler for manner, doesn't give a damn if she thinks he's rude - plenty people do and plenty people have "called him out" on it, only to realise the extent to which he doesn't care. As RICK cleans himself up the best he can, the grandfather clears his throat and regards her with a bored shift of his eyes.]

                        "Y--Y--You're probably thinking I'm a monster. Urrrrppp, w--well I                         don't care--"

       [The man pauses, pulls out his flash from the inside of his labcoat and takes a long, deliberate swig. He really appreciates the burn of the liquid for, though he'll never breathe a word of it, destroying Morties is more stressful than it ought to be; he never has such grief when he goes to other planets, wreaks havoc in the name of science, but something about destroying something that has taken the image of his grandson has him bristling more than usual.]

           "Listen-- that th--thing was NOT a kid. It was a dumbass parasite,            that takes the form of-- urrrrppp-- people in order to attack and            destroy. If anything, I've just done you a favour."

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[I’m really sorry I haven’t been here in a few days. Truth is, I’ve been really low so I’ve only had the energy to be on my main account - but I’m gonna try to dedicate some time to this account today so here’s to getting things done if possible!]

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              @scorpionfear     ||     ‘You’re covered in blood.’

        [RICK grunts, slides hands down his chest and feels excess liquid cling to his fingers. A grimace has his brow creasing, eyes rolling as if it’s a trivial development rather than the fact that he’s smeared with Morty blood. So it hadn’t been his Morty... but a Morty is a Morty, evil or not.]

               “Well what did you expect? F--F--For a guy to--urrrp--                EXPLODE and there not to be any mess? What are y-                ou, stupid? Geez-- i--i--it’s like I have to do everything                around here!”

        [The grandfather pauses in his ranting, arms falling slack by his sides as he runs a hand over his forehead. It’s not as if the additional crimson that stains his skin is any addition to the overall mess. Begrudgingly, SANCHEZ extends an arm, a long index finger pointing to a lone yellow shirt that had once belonged to the body of the boy he’d just evaporated.]

                                                                               “P-Pass me that will you?”

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                  @notthemortiest     ||     ‘waking up sober’

        [RICK can’t remember the last time he’d fallen asleep sober. He’s used to drowning himself in alcohol, blood poisoned and livid as it keeps his pointless existence in check. What does he wake up for? For the next drink, that’s what - and the more he thinks about it, the more depressing it gets, so he drinks more to block it out.]

        [Needless to say, there’s another, more intricate reason for the drink before bed; it blocks out visions of the things he’s seen, keeps bad memories at bay, stops his form from shaking and sweating, muscles tensing into something rigid before being released to a limp assortment of quaking body parts. What’s worse? He can’t wake up.]

                                                                                                     “...no...nooo...”

        [It doesn’t sound much different from his usual drunken mumbling. nobody would have been any the wiser had they not known him - but there’s fear in the crease of his brow, the soft fan of hastened breath against his desk as he lays cheek-first against the wood. Unfinished project stands lifelessly before him, waiting for the moment he reawakens and assigns himself with the dedication of the devout to it once more.]

        [It’s a hand clamping down onto his shoulder and shaking hard that has him shooting upwards in his seat, eyes wide and uncharacteristically vulnerable as he searches for the source of his torment. Nothing. Not a soul. Just the unspectacular Morty that had forced him awake. In a gravelly tone, RICK murmurs:]

                                  “I--I--I’m gonna need some more whiskey...”

               [And this time, the stutter is for something else other than drunkenness.]

[memesandarchive]

Written For you

Small starter meme.

Fluff//Romance “I’m doing this for you.” “You know you’re my one and only.” “I’m in love with you.” “I’ve always loved you.” “You’re the most important thing in the world to me.” “Forever and always.” “You’re my sunshine.” “I appreciate you.” “You’re so cute.” “You’re the most beautiful girl/boy I’ve ever seen.”

Secrets//Lies “I’m jealous of you.” “I’m in love with you, idiot.” “I never loved you.” “I don’t really like _____.” “You’re my hero.” “I’m in love with ____. Don’t tell them.” “I’ve never lied to you.” “I was using you.”

Angst “You don’t give a damn about me.” “Stop lying.” “Stop pretending.” “Get the hell away from me.” “I thought you loved me.” “I trusted you.” “You promised me!” “I needed you.” “I can never trust you again.”

Pain//Blood “You hit me.” “You shot me.” “You stabbed me.” “I’m bleeding.” “Everything hurts.” “I feel woozy.” “You’ve lost so much blood.” “You’re covered in blood.” “There’s so much blood.”

Flirty “You’re hot when you’re mad.” “Wanna come back to my place?” “You tease.” “You’re lovely.” “You look divine.” “How about a drink at my place?”

Innunendo “Do you like?” “Does that feel good?” “Give it to me.” “I like it rough.” “I have something to show you.” “Harder! Just like that!” “I’ve got a present for you.”

NSFW//Kink “Be a good girl.” “Come sit on Daddy’s lap.” “Push me down.” “Make it hurt.” “I wanna fill you up.” “Pull my hair.” “Choke me.” “You’ve been naughty, you need a spanking.” “Take it all the way in.”

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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@nxtthenicestguy || starter call xx

“Hello! I don’t believe we’ve met BEFORE! Name’s Bill, and I’m sure it’s a pleasure to meet you. What’s your name, kid?”

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        [He feels his lips curl into a displeased frown. He’d never been one to care about titles and shit like that, but really, ‘kid’?]

             “Don’t be so sure, kid. I’m-- urrrrp-- not the slightest              bit pleasant - I don’t have to be, I--I--I’m not a dumb-              ass.”

[crxcifix]

I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

[sleepran]

I came out to attack people and I’m honestly having such a good time right now

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Insufferable Genius http://8tracks.com/graaasstastesbad/insufferable-genius

@nxtthenicestguy HERE I TRIED

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Describe my writing style to me

I saw a meme like this for art and thought I would make a writing version. I do not know what my own writing is like, so I would love to hear from anyone who has read anything I’ve written.

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rick sanchez + tropes ( ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ) 

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nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT, RICK? YOU– YOU DON’T THINK I WAKE UP EVERY DAY WONDERING IF IT’S THE DAY THAT YOUR REPLACE ME WITH– WITH A NEWER, BETTER MORTY?! WELL, I DO, RICK! I’VE DROWNED MYSELF IN THAT THOUGHT EVERY DAY!”

Morty shivered, sniffling as he locked the bedroom door, then crawling onto the bed and under the covers, wrapping himself up tightly with his head under his pillow. The thought that Rick might come and get him hadn’t quite crossed his mind yet. It really felt at first like Rick had been trying to make the teenager feel better, but of course it was all just to convince Morty to help him out with yet another one of his stupid experiments. Selfish prick.

Of course Rick blew up when he didn’t get his way. He always does.

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       [He lets the whiskey talk for him as he stumbles to his grandson's door and scratches weakly at it. He thinks to bang against it, really pound his fist into it... but what's the use? It'll only serve to wake up the rest of the family, bother everybody, and more rejection isn't something he wants on his plate. It's not that he gives a fuck - it's that alcohol, in the LONG-RUN, has a funny way of making him feel worse about things.]

              "Morrtttyyyyy,"

       [--RICK drawls drunkenly, lightly knocking his forehead against the wood. He doesn't want to be in this goddamn position, feeling pity welling up in his chest and making it swell with longing to make it up to the boy considering he'd hurt him. It's with a shaky breath that he tries the door handle, only to find it locked.]

       [He finds himself going on an intoxicated tirade about how sorry he is. Most of his words are slurred, unintelligible in the wreckage that is his misguided speech, but the scientist perseveres regardless - because that's who he is. Eventually, when it fails to rouse the boy, he becomes more frantic, more insistent, feels himself stiffening with the dull throb of anger.]

                                           "Morrtyyyy, c-c-come onnn. You're not--URRRP-- s-still                                            mad!"

[ask-meme-addicts]

“Gravity Falls” sentence meme: Weirdmageddon Edition

❝ Set the world aflame with your weirdness. ❞

❝ Surrender now, or face my tantrum! ❞

❝ Any object with more than three sides is sinful. ❞

❝ I would just like to say that as a rich capitalist I welcome your tyrannical rule. ❞

❝ Not one person has… gotten in my mouth. I don’t care anymore. I just… I gotta call my mother. ❞

❝ Have we formally met? ❞

❝ On second thought, I’m gonna run like a coward now. ❞

❝ If I die, I wanna die hugging. ❞

❝ Whoa, sorry - touchy subject. ❞

❝ Why are you just ignoring me? That’s seriously rude to just ignore someone like this. ❞

❝ I’m gonna wear your butt on my foot like a rhinestone slipper! ❞

❝ That punch is probably blood! And that glitter rain is probably ground up bones, or babies, or something. ❞

❝ Now, come have rad snacks served by awesome penguins. ❞

❝ Jean-Paul Sartre postulated that every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance - totally righteous, bro! ❞

❝ I ate a rat for dinner. ❞

❝ Not now, sweetie, the grownups are talking. ❞

❝ You can call me your new lord and master for all of eternity! ❞

❝ Ha! Freedom! Freedom to punch! ❞

❝ I’ve been wandering the plains like a desperado, helping strangers. I guess there’s some folk songs about me now? ❞

❝ You know, you’re so much smarter than like everyone else. ❞

❝ The best you can do is strive to be someone worthy of loving. ❞

❝ I’m talkin’ to you, man! You don’t have to make a big deal outta this! ❞

❝ This party never stops. Time is dead and meaning has no meaning. Existence is upside-down, and I reign supreme! ❞

❝ For once, stop listening to your head and listen to your heart. ❞

❝ Your unicorn is being towed. ❞

❝ Fighting children is boring, but fighting a chaos god sounds fun! ❞

❝ Ah! Help! The nachos tricked me! ❞

❝ So this is how the world ends. Not with a bang but with a… boop-boop. ❞

❝ And here I thought today couldn’t get any better! ❞

❝ There are eyes everywhere! ❞

❝ This very unrighteous dude thinks that reality is better than fantasy. But reality is bogus, lame and whack. ❞

❝ Alright, listen up you one lifespan, three dimensional, five sensed skin puppets! ❞

❝ Heartbreak. Disaster. Broken promises. That’s reality for you. ❞

❝ Being a hero means fighting back even when it seems impossible. ❞

❝ You’re scared of growing up. And who could blame you - I’m scared, too. ❞

❝ We punch what we don’t understand! ❞

❝ Don’t be a hero, kid. This is what happens to heroes in my world. ❞

❝ I like skateboarding, supporting my sister, and punctuating every sentence with a high five! ❞

❝ You’d fit right in with my freaks! ❞

❝ I have a doctorate degree in hunkiness! ❞

❝ Now that I have her in a cage, she’ll learn to love me! ❞

❝ Guess it’s sort of cool the paranoia paid off. ❞

❝ Now meet the gang of interdimensional criminals and nightmares I call my friends. ❞

❝ Have I actually been listening to the same song for an entire week? ❞

❝ If you were older you’d be like, my dream guy. ❞

❝ She couldn’t even look me in the eye. ❞

❝ This is bad! This is real bad! Guys, we’ve got a situation! ❞

❝ Do it, kid. Do some brilliant thing that takes me down right now. ❞

❝ Wiggity-wiggity what’s up, dudebros? ❞

❝ Things with one eye are weird! ❞

❝ I was never there for you, but in this world, I can be. ❞