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@pickleddaddy
A Rick dropped his phone and it had Tumblr open out of all things. Oh well, finders keepers. He can always make himself a new phone. Anyway...
I'M PICKLE RIIIIIIICK!!!
I'm from dimension P-303 and I was teleported to Trophy's E.D.G.E. without my portal gun. Haha, I know! Most of you probably don't even know what the hell I'm even talking about! Before you start feeling sorry for me or anything, I'M A PICKLE! Just be impressed!!!
SOPPING WET SCENARIOS ( add + inv for the scenario to be inversed )
[ ☂️ ] - sender finds receiver without an umbrella and it's raining heavy
[ 🌂 ] - neither sender nor receiver are in possession of an umbrella and it's raining heavy
[ 🚪 ] - sender shows up at receiver's door soaking wet
[ 🏠 ] - both parties are stuck at either party's home due to a heavy storm
[ 🧽 ] - both parties have to clean up after a storm
[ 🔍 ] - sender finds the receiver trying to find something that has been lost in a body of water
[ 🚗 ] - sender finds the receiver and their vehicle impeded by heavy weather
[ 🏊♂️ ] - both parties go swimming
[ 🌊 ] - sender has to rescue receiver from almost drowning
[ 🚿 ] - sender walks in on receiver taking a shower
[ 🚽 ] - sender walks in on receiver taking a piss
[ 🏝 ] - both parties are stranded on an islet
[ 🪼 ] - sender finds receiver floating face down in the water
Send 🔥 for my muse to complain about the heat
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@pickleddaddy lazily floats on the surface of the Smith family's pool. His eyes are closed. Is he sleeping? Can he even sleep?
(Muse up to you)
Morty uses one of those things used to get leaves out of the pool to reach in and scoop the pickle out of it. Can Pickles drown? Is the chlorine bad for them?
"Pickle Grandpa" he called out, trying to remain calm for the time being. He might just be asleep, sure. But Morty was worried he might not be.
@pickleddaddy
Pickle Rick frowned as he was lifted out of the pool. He opened his eyes and glared up at his alternate grandson.
Ugh, what do you want, Morty? I was actually starting to relax for a minute!
Ooc//suffocating in lies/ suffering because of them!
[ OOC: Oh I like this a lot! Especially "The empty shape in you steals your breath". Pickle Rick is literally slowly dying in a body of his own making. ]
😣
Pickle Rick was passing by while pressing a hand against his forehead. He took deep, pained breaths as he attempted to walk, his eyes looking tired and dry.
HR did a double take at what he thought was a green rat waddling past him, immediately stopping and following it, intrigued. He did look familiar.
"What are you doing...?"
Suddenly there was a curious voice right next to the pickles ear (?), HR now fully kneeling on all fours beside him.
The pickle man turned to the Rick, placing both hands on his head now.
Ugh...D-D-Do you have to talk so loud? Fuck...
"What's up with you? Are you hurt? Do you need water? Are you gunna die?"
Pickle Rick rolled his eyes.
No, I'm not gonna die! I just- I-I-I don't know, I could really use an- an aspirin or something...
"Hm..."
HR sits up on his knees and digs around in his lab coat pocket, pulling out a handful of various pills and holding them out in his palm which he lowers to the floor.
"Uh- I have some percs? Or- do you prefer morphine?"
HR was surprisingly a very good pharmacist- or a very bad one. Some other pills he could identify included molly, ket, Xanax, LSD... etc.
The headache wasn't much of a motivator for Pickle Rick to ponder his options. He instead blindly waved around one of his hands, holding his palm out to HR.
Wh-Wh-Whatever, just- Just give me something!
HR hurried and picked a blue pill out of his palm, putting the rest in his pocket. He clicked out the blade in his index finger, chipping off a pickle sized dose of the perc and placing it in the tiny rat hand.
He watched him intently, insatiably curious about the pickle.
Pickle Rick chucked the pill into his mouth and quickly swallowed it. He gave a deep sigh and covered his face as he waited for the effects to kick in.
Okay...Yep...Yep, I needed that...
😣
Pickle Rick was passing by while pressing a hand against his forehead. He took deep, pained breaths as he attempted to walk, his eyes looking tired and dry.
HR did a double take at what he thought was a green rat waddling past him, immediately stopping and following it, intrigued. He did look familiar.
"What are you doing...?"
Suddenly there was a curious voice right next to the pickles ear (?), HR now fully kneeling on all fours beside him.
The pickle man turned to the Rick, placing both hands on his head now.
Ugh...D-D-Do you have to talk so loud? Fuck...
"What's up with you? Are you hurt? Do you need water? Are you gunna die?"
Pickle Rick rolled his eyes.
No, I'm not gonna die! I just- I-I-I don't know, I could really use an- an aspirin or something...
"Hm..."
HR sits up on his knees and digs around in his lab coat pocket, pulling out a handful of various pills and holding them out in his palm which he lowers to the floor.
"Uh- I have some percs? Or- do you prefer morphine?"
HR was surprisingly a very good pharmacist- or a very bad one. Some other pills he could identify included molly, ket, Xanax, LSD... etc.
The headache wasn't much of a motivator for Pickle Rick to ponder his options. He instead blindly waved around one of his hands, holding his palm out to HR.
Wh-Wh-Whatever, just- Just give me something!
😣
Pickle Rick was passing by while pressing a hand against his forehead. He took deep, pained breaths as he attempted to walk, his eyes looking tired and dry.
HR did a double take at what he thought was a green rat waddling past him, immediately stopping and following it, intrigued. He did look familiar.
"What are you doing...?"
Suddenly there was a curious voice right next to the pickles ear (?), HR now fully kneeling on all fours beside him.
The pickle man turned to the Rick, placing both hands on his head now.
Ugh...D-D-Do you have to talk so loud? Fuck...
"What's up with you? Are you hurt? Do you need water? Are you gunna die?"
Pickle Rick rolled his eyes.
No, I'm not gonna die! I just- I-I-I don't know, I could really use an- an aspirin or something...
😣
Pickle Rick was passing by while pressing a hand against his forehead. He took deep, pained breaths as he attempted to walk, his eyes looking tired and dry.
HR did a double take at what he thought was a green rat waddling past him, immediately stopping and following it, intrigued. He did look familiar.
"What are you doing...?"
Suddenly there was a curious voice right next to the pickles ear (?), HR now fully kneeling on all fours beside him.
The pickle man turned to the Rick, placing both hands on his head now.
Ugh...D-D-Do you have to talk so loud? Fuck...
😣
Pickle Rick was passing by while pressing a hand against his forehead. He took deep, pained breaths as he attempted to walk, his eyes looking tired and dry.
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Is he eating a half devoured chicken from the trash? Yes. Does he care that it came from the trash? Absolutely not.
He continues to eat.
You mind leaving the bones for me?
Pickle Rick coughed as he was suddenly dumped by the concoction. He rubbed his face as he sat up, feeling the liquid absorb through his pickle body.
Ugh, *cough cough* fuck! Wh-Wh-Wh-What were you trying to do, *cough* drown me?!
"Oh, I'm sorry. Next time I'll just let you fry in the heat."
You know exactly what I mean! Y-Y-You could've just-
H-Here, just- just leave the jar or whatever the fuck you used!
Bro got caught in the heat, someone help him!
Casually dumps some pickle juice from the fridge on him.
Pickle Rick coughed as he was suddenly dumped by the concoction. He rubbed his face as he sat up, feeling the liquid absorb through his pickle body.
Ugh, *cough cough* fuck! Wh-Wh-Wh-What were you trying to do, *cough* drown me?!
Bro got caught in the heat, someone help him!
Doots
Wimp.
He's totally not in extreme pain as he says this.
Not all Ricks were meant for Pickle life. I’m more of a house cat Rick.
So you're into coughing up hairballs? Good for you.
^^ Let’s all remember that this pickle avoided therapy like a child refusing to do his homework. ^^
That's- Like you know anything about that!
I-I-I was merely challenging myself and now look at me! I-I-I'm a fucking badass pickle!
Youuu’rreee right. *burps* I know shit bout therapy. Except that I killed my Rick therapist’sss girlfriend or somethin. He still holds that grudge.
Look we all watch *cough Rick and Morty cough* interdimensional googles sometimes, and watching that shtick was fun the first time. But what keeps you this little bad ass pickle? I mean, you could be anything my Rick. Also you stink.
The Rick clenched his teeth.
Because imagine getting your ass kicked by a fucking pickle.
