𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙠

👏 *Ruffles mimics hair playfully*

heh, long time no see sparkles

@playboy-rick

"Hey! PB! How have you been?"

#playboy rick #rp blog #mimic rick #rick and morty #young rick

"been doing good, just kinda fuckin about, seen you've been busy"

*he winks smirking*

“Blowing smoke”

OOC:Sorry for the inactivity been busy with life and honestly the R&M hit a wall so I’ve mostly been giving off tumblr, I do plan on posting and trying to throw some content up for you guys ❤️❤️❤️

#playboy rick #rp blog #rick and morty #playboyrick #young rick #art #rick and morty au

might fuck around and throw a "get trashed" party,

anyone wanna bring some booze and fuck some shit up?

#playboy rick #rp blog #throwing a party #rick sanchez #young rick #open rp

Just smoking, yes I know they’ll kill me, but hey can’t help it 🤷‍♂️

#playboy rick #rick and morty #rp blog #playboyrick #young rick #art #smoking

"Bet you won't wear a playboy bunny outfit. Do it! You won't!" 😏

@mimic-rick

-> Suggest an outfit and I will draw my muse wearing it. <-

“Baby this is nothing but my Saturday night fit”

#playboy rick #rp blog #art prompt #Ooc: I love drawing him in outfits :3 #art

chillinrpmemes

Suggest an outfit and I will draw my muse wearing that outfit.

#Ooc stolen from Mimic hehrhr #no matter what u put me in I'll look great uwu #playboy rick

spacepiratericky

Some of the Mortys on this site are very weird...

cyberneticrick

Yeahhh, I'm not above kicking a child at this point if they try to contact any of our Mortys 😂

I’ve met a few odd little dudes, but some of them are just so cute 🥰

I personally don’t have a Morty but I’d love a little adventure buddy one day

scoliosisrick

GOD PLEASE TAKE MY MORTY

Aw he looks cute..and a bit staticy..?

I mean I would like a morty..but like I'm kinda busy right now, I have school and I like not having to watch a kid..so..

I could watch him every now and then though

scoliosisrick

PLEASE TAKE HIM I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE

#playboy rick #rick and morty #scoliosis rick #murt

I'm not just taking your Morty, I'll like take him for ice cream or something... but like he's yours at the end of the day

spacepiratericky

Some of the Mortys on this site are very weird...

cyberneticrick

Yeahhh, I'm not above kicking a child at this point if they try to contact any of our Mortys 😂

I’ve met a few odd little dudes, but some of them are just so cute 🥰

I personally don’t have a Morty but I’d love a little adventure buddy one day

scoliosisrick

GOD PLEASE TAKE MY MORTY

#playboy rick #scoliosis rick #murt #rick and morty #rp blog

Aw he looks cute..and a bit staticy..?

I mean I would like a morty..but like I'm kinda busy right now, I have school and I like not having to watch a kid..so..

I could watch him every now and then though

spacepiratericky

Some of the Mortys on this site are very weird...

cyberneticrick

Yeahhh, I'm not above kicking a child at this point if they try to contact any of our Mortys 😂

#ooc: he has such a soft spot for Mortys #ooc: I love Morty ocs so much as well #playboyrick #young rick #rick sanchez #dash commentary #playboy rick

I’ve met a few odd little dudes, but some of them are just so cute 🥰

I personally don’t have a Morty but I’d love a little adventure buddy one day

‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔅𝔬𝔶 ℜ𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

{Closed starter for @playboy-rick}

Slipping away from his date Pastel was hopping he could ditch this loser. The moron had already paid him and there was no reason why he couldn't just use the excuse that he lost them in the crowd.

The dancer wasn't even sure where he was. Some distant planet's version of a mall? Marketplace? He could hear the sounds of an arcade and even signs for a bowling alley. Drifting through the crowd he tired his best to get a lost as physically possible. easily weaving through the mass of people until he ended up outside a drink stand, it's neon sign illuminating the dark hallway.

With a smile Pastel looked back and considered the plan of losing his date a success. Before he could turn forward he could feel himself crash into another body. His feet loosing balance with his heels the next thing he knew his was looking at the ceiling with his back aching from the impact. With a small groan Pastel sat up, about to tear into whoever knock him over before he realized who it was.

"Playboy?" Pastel blinked. "Smooth moves. If you wanted to knock me off my feet, you could be a little more gentle about it." He snickered before out stretching his hands to the other man, gesturing him to help him up.

It had been a regular errand run off planet, the vendors and stores he found himself among the perfect place to find more exotic items.

Playboy wasn't really paying attention to the crowd, he had been lost in thought mulling over his list when he collided with another. Stumbling and blinking back to reality he instantly recognized the Pink outfit.

"Oh shit! sorry there hun, caught me up in thought."

He helped pastel to his feet and let his hands linger just a bit longer on their hands before flashing a smile. It was always nice to run into a familiar face, literally and metaphorically.

"Mm, Would be smoother but can't help getting distracted by your good looks."

Playboy laughed and looked over Pastel's outfit. It was cute and a bit more than what he would usually see them in. Gently pulling them out of the other patrons way so not to cause anymore accidents he hummed.

"Well aren't you all cute and dressed up, you out and about for business or pleasure?"

"You don't look too bad yourself." Pastel said as his eyes dragged over the man in front of him. Dusting himself off he looked around one last time, making sure no one was trailing after him.

"Sadly I was out for business-- but thankfully I weaseled my way out of it." He smiled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What about you? You look like you're workin' hard." The dancer shifted his weight as he stood. "Does that mean you're too busy to come out and play with me?"

#playboyrick #pastel rick

"Oh i think I can spare some time for you," He hummed and pushed aside any other thoughts he had, he'd be been busy enough so a break would be nice.

"What kind of trouble you thinking would suit us best? Have you eaten yet, I personally could shoot for some food a good drink,"

Playboy wiggled his eyebrows playfully, it didn't matter where he was, He somehow always knew where to find the best alcohol and he wasn't gonna shy away from sharing with another.

hey cutie, been seeing you around so I thought I'd Stop in and saw hi ;)

@playboy-rick

"Hey! New Rick on the block. What's uuuup."

😜

oh I'm not new baby, I just finally got my own blog~

but been seeing you and I'd love to hang sometime ;) ;)

He snorts with a grin, "I wouldn't mind hanging out, but you're going to have to work your way up to 'baby'."

smiling he grins and runs a hand through his hair.

"alright, I see, I don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable. So you wanna catch a drink, I know a good spot?"

"Not uncomfortable." he assures.

"Sure, I'm down! To be honest, I think it's interesting meeting a Rick my age. How'd you get to be the smartest guy in your universe so young?" Mimic teased.

#roleplay #Playboy rick #Mimic Rick

Playboy laughed a bit,

"Haven't earned that title yet heh, I'm still In college, just doing my thing and seeing where it gets me."

He smirked and played a bit with his tongue piercing against his teeth, his eyes looking over the other.

‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔅𝔬𝔶 ℜ𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

{Closed starter for @playboy-rick}

Slipping away from his date Pastel was hopping he could ditch this loser. The moron had already paid him and there was no reason why he couldn't just use the excuse that he lost them in the crowd.

The dancer wasn't even sure where he was. Some distant planet's version of a mall? Marketplace? He could hear the sounds of an arcade and even signs for a bowling alley. Drifting through the crowd he tired his best to get a lost as physically possible. easily weaving through the mass of people until he ended up outside a drink stand, it's neon sign illuminating the dark hallway.

With a smile Pastel looked back and considered the plan of losing his date a success. Before he could turn forward he could feel himself crash into another body. His feet loosing balance with his heels the next thing he knew his was looking at the ceiling with his back aching from the impact. With a small groan Pastel sat up, about to tear into whoever knock him over before he realized who it was.

"Playboy?" Pastel blinked. "Smooth moves. If you wanted to knock me off my feet, you could be a little more gentle about it." He snickered before out stretching his hands to the other man, gesturing him to help him up.

#rick and morty oc #closed starter #playboyrick #pastel rick

It had been a regular errand run off planet, the vendors and stores he found himself among the perfect place to find more exotic items.

Playboy wasn't really paying attention to the crowd, he had been lost in thought mulling over his list when he collided with another. Stumbling and blinking back to reality he instantly recognized the Pink outfit.

"Oh shit! sorry there hun, caught me up in thought."

He helped pastel to his feet and let his hands linger just a bit longer on their hands before flashing a smile. It was always nice to run into a familiar face, literally and metaphorically.

"Mm, Would be smoother but can't help getting distracted by your good looks."

Playboy laughed and looked over Pastel's outfit. It was cute and a bit more than what he would usually see them in. Gently pulling them out of the other patrons way so not to cause anymore accidents he hummed.

"Well aren't you all cute and dressed up, you out and about for business or pleasure?"

"😭"

-find your muse crying

@playboy-rick

It was late and Pastel had one too many things go wrong this night. He had gotten back to the club from a particularly rough date and the last thing he wanted to do was be on the floor. Still, when Rosy told him they were short his work drive couldn't allow him to do anything but fill in the needed help at the club.

Hours passed and Pastel was rubbed raw by the clients that night. Normally, being around other Rick's doesn't get to him but after hours of insults and the humiliating date he was dragged through he lost it. Breaking glasses and spraying one of the Ricks at the bar with the water spray. Then crashing it over their head like a whip, before storming out of the club.

Crashing his back against the brick side of his building he could feel the emotion bubbling up inside him. "Fuck-- No!" He hissed at himself, but it was too late. Tears flowed from his eyes and down his cheeks. Shoulders shaking he thumped his fist against the wall he was parked up against. Silently he cried, trembling hands pressed against his wet eyes as if he could make it stop by simply ignoring it.

Then the sound of footsteps echoed in the alleyway and Pastel tried his best to compose himself. With a huff he turned his damp gaze onto the person to was approaching. Eyes blazing like embers were dulled by the redness around them, a weak attempted for him to look anything other than pathetic.

"What the hell do you want?"

Playboy had been dragged out against his will by his buddies for a fun time but honestly he hadn't been feeling up to it.Stepping out to smoke a cigarette, something caught his eyes and he turned seeing the pink Rick crying. Blinking some, he tucked away his cigarette and walked over quietly.

"Hey, easy now, not here to cause issues, promise."

He gave a small smile and sat down next to them but still gave them space. He looked over their outfit, he somewhat recognized them from the club but chose not press it.

"..You wanna smoke? I got a joint and cigarettes, what's your poison?"

Looking over the other man for a second Pastel seemed to soften, tucking some hair behind his ear. "Rough night." He sighed before giving playboy a tired smile.

"A cigarette would probably save my life right about now." the dancer tried to joke but he was still feeling fresh from his breakdown.

"You been in the club yet?" He asked, work slipping into his mind with out it even trying. "I promise it's a hell of a lot more fun than it is out here.."

Playboy pulled out his pack and handed one to pastel before placing one to his lips. He shrugged and leaned over using his lighter to set up the dancer.

"I have, but it's not my scene tonight," He gave a short laugh and took a drag, the taste rolling over his tongue before he let out the smoke slowly.

"Didn't even want to come out,some buddies dragged me out."

He watched as the other took a drag, the smoke almost framing their face, despite the tears and red puffy eyes, they were beautiful.

"..What about you..? Why are you out here, if you don't mind me asking."

Plucking the cigarette from the other Rick's hand, Pastel wasted no time lighting up. The slow burn of the smoke entering his lungs gave him a soothing feeling, one he probably shouldn't crave so much. Then the question from the other man made him think for a second. If he should lie or not, Pastel shrugged before he answered. "Just.. some assholes." He said with a smirk, considering everyone who pissed him off was a version of himself.

"It's not easy being a workin' Rick, ya know? I gotta meet a lot of demands and always be sweet about it." He huffed, kicking a rock with the tip of his tall heels. "I like being a dancer and escorting, but damn if I don't have nights where I wanna just burn it all down."

"tsk.. Anyway, If you wanna give it another shot I can make sure you're taken care of. I hate when people leave my club unhappy."

#playboyrick #pastel rick #rp blog

flicking the ashes off the cigarette, Playboy smiled softly.

"I guess I can give it another try,but..I think I'd rather hang with you,"

Chuckling some he leaned against the wall, deep blue eyes looking over the other Rick.

"You seem like you could use some better company than what's in there,"

As much as he loved a club scene, just sitting out in the alley smoking and talking to someone sat better with him. It was even better when the person was as gorgeous and easy to talk to as Pastel.

"😭"

-find your muse crying

@playboy-rick

It was late and Pastel had one too many things go wrong this night. He had gotten back to the club from a particularly rough date and the last thing he wanted to do was be on the floor. Still, when Rosy told him they were short his work drive couldn't allow him to do anything but fill in the needed help at the club.

Hours passed and Pastel was rubbed raw by the clients that night. Normally, being around other Rick's doesn't get to him but after hours of insults and the humiliating date he was dragged through he lost it. Breaking glasses and spraying one of the Ricks at the bar with the water spray. Then crashing it over their head like a whip, before storming out of the club.

Crashing his back against the brick side of his building he could feel the emotion bubbling up inside him. "Fuck-- No!" He hissed at himself, but it was too late. Tears flowed from his eyes and down his cheeks. Shoulders shaking he thumped his fist against the wall he was parked up against. Silently he cried, trembling hands pressed against his wet eyes as if he could make it stop by simply ignoring it.

Then the sound of footsteps echoed in the alleyway and Pastel tried his best to compose himself. With a huff he turned his damp gaze onto the person to was approaching. Eyes blazing like embers were dulled by the redness around them, a weak attempted for him to look anything other than pathetic.

"What the hell do you want?"

Playboy had been dragged out against his will by his buddies for a fun time but honestly he hadn't been feeling up to it.Stepping out to smoke a cigarette, something caught his eyes and he turned seeing the pink Rick crying. Blinking some, he tucked away his cigarette and walked over quietly.

"Hey, easy now, not here to cause issues, promise."

He gave a small smile and sat down next to them but still gave them space. He looked over their outfit, he somewhat recognized them from the club but chose not press it.

"..You wanna smoke? I got a joint and cigarettes, what's your poison?"

Looking over the other man for a second Pastel seemed to soften, tucking some hair behind his ear. "Rough night." He sighed before giving playboy a tired smile.

"A cigarette would probably save my life right about now." the dancer tried to joke but he was still feeling fresh from his breakdown.

"You been in the club yet?" He asked, work slipping into his mind with out it even trying. "I promise it's a hell of a lot more fun than it is out here.."

#playboyrick #pastel rick #rp blog

Playboy pulled out his pack and handed one to pastel before placing one to his lips. He shrugged and leaned over using his lighter to set up the dancer.

"I have, but it's not my scene tonight," He gave a short laugh and took a drag, the taste rolling over his tongue before he let out the smoke slowly.

"Didn't even want to come out,some buddies dragged me out."

He watched as the other took a drag, the smoke almost framing their face, despite the tears and red puffy eyes, they were beautiful.

"..What about you..? Why are you out here, if you don't mind me asking."

"😭"

-find your muse crying

@playboy-rick

It was late and Pastel had one too many things go wrong this night. He had gotten back to the club from a particularly rough date and the last thing he wanted to do was be on the floor. Still, when Rosy told him they were short his work drive couldn't allow him to do anything but fill in the needed help at the club.

Hours passed and Pastel was rubbed raw by the clients that night. Normally, being around other Rick's doesn't get to him but after hours of insults and the humiliating date he was dragged through he lost it. Breaking glasses and spraying one of the Ricks at the bar with the water spray. Then crashing it over their head like a whip, before storming out of the club.

Crashing his back against the brick side of his building he could feel the emotion bubbling up inside him. "Fuck-- No!" He hissed at himself, but it was too late. Tears flowed from his eyes and down his cheeks. Shoulders shaking he thumped his fist against the wall he was parked up against. Silently he cried, trembling hands pressed against his wet eyes as if he could make it stop by simply ignoring it.

Then the sound of footsteps echoed in the alleyway and Pastel tried his best to compose himself. With a huff he turned his damp gaze onto the person to was approaching. Eyes blazing like embers were dulled by the redness around them, a weak attempted for him to look anything other than pathetic.

"What the hell do you want?"