radioactive

[ind. & sel. rabbit!morty.]

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;promo?

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(the colors look off; too bright maybe??? but here’s bitty)

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surgecnrick:

       God, he was never very good at comforting people. He hated the vulnerability, and making himself seem like anything more then the cold, willful surgeon he was hired to be. But when it came to Morty’s, he’d always been a bit weak. He didn’t show it, but he burned seeing a Morty in so much turmoil.        “Yeesh, th-that’s pretty morbid, Morty. C-Calm down.” He lifted a hand, gently setting it on the others head to give his fur a little tussle. “I-I’m not going to j-just hand you over to whatever R-Rick comes by. Y-You’re fine, okay?”

“I-I-I don’t go by that anymore. C-can you... please call me Bitty?” The rabbit Morty stammered out, his voice cracking slightly. He flinched at the physical contact and averted his eyes.

“Y-you aren’t...?” Bitty sighed and sniffled, looking as if he were going to cry. All he wanted was his damn chip O U T. This Rick’s words calmed him a little, but he was still anxious. 

[angrymorty]

Rabbit Morty doodles

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surgecnrick:

       “Wh-Why do you think, cotton-tail? Yeesh.” He produced a square blue lunch-box from a cupboard. It was supposed to be his granddaughters, but she wasn’t there today. He figured he might as-well not let the contents go to waste. Also he didn’t want the rabbit Morty passing out while he was trying to clean up.        He looked over at the other before coming back into his space, setting the lunch box down and opening it up, passing him the pb&j sandwich inside. “I-I know that. You think y-you’re the first Morty to come in here hurt and b-begging for my help?” He frowned, brow knitting in frustration. “E-Eat your sandwhich.”

Bitty took the sandwich, but didn’t eat it. A second ago he was hungry, but now his stomach was twisting into a bunch of knots. He peered down at it and huffed, “I... might as well j-just give up.” His response was... pretty morbid, but could anyone blame him? 

“I-I-I’ll just let myself b-be killed during another battle. D-doesn’t matter.” He lifted his eyes, “T-take the sandwich back, I lost my appetite.” 

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surgecnrick:

       “I-I don’t know…” He wasn’t going to answer, not yet at least. Mostly because he hadn’t decided what he wanted to do. Right now looking at the others injury he wanted to get the other some antibiotics and bandages soon. “Y-Your chip must be damaged… I-If you’re acting this way.” He explained, holding the Morty gently as he brought him inside and to an examination table.        He got some cream made for quickly healing smaller wounds and started applying it to the area, knowing it would sting, but it wasn’t in his mind to warn the other about it. Soon he was taking out thick bandages to wrap around the leg, standing up fully again to turn and grab something else. All awhile thinking about what he’d do now… “A-Are you hungry…?” Something he normally didn’t bother asking, but they were closed now and this Morty had been found, not brought. There would be no angry Rick at his station window wondering what the hold-up was.        Though he could fully expect one to be there tomorrow looking for their captured Morty.

Bitty didn’t bother speaking while being treated, he just watched in silence and tried not to grimace at the stinging sensation from the cream. Once his leg was bandaged, he shrugged his shoulders. “Y-yeah, a little bit. ...why?” 

He bit his lip and shuddered, “I... I-I’m really scared.” He didn’t want to say that to a Rick, but this one did help him out. “I-I dunno what to e-expect tomorrow. I don’t... w-want to battle anymore. It’s tiring... I-I’m sick of getting hurt a-and fighting other Morty’s. Geez, I-I mean-- I-I don’t wanna end up getting KILLED in a battle one day. T-that probably happens to a LOT of Morty’s...”

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surgecnrick:

       “S-Stop it, you fucking idiot, do you wanna make yourself worse?” He huffed, probably not doing much to help ease the poor rabbit Morty’s fears, but he couldn’t help it. He really was just trying to help. He reached to grab the other despite his please, but paused at the question.        His eyes steeled over, and he grew tense. He hated it when Morty’s asked him that. As if he could afford that, as if he never thought about it. Still, how could he blame the Morty for his desperation and ignorance? He never asked for this. “I-I can’t. I’m sorry. J-J-Just shut up and stop m-making it worse, y-you’re hurt aren’t you?”

Bitty frowned a bit, going limp in the Rick’s grasp. His heart sank at his words and he gave a small nod at the question. Slowly he lifted up his leg, revealing a small gash going down to his foot. He shouldn’t have expected a Rick to understand; he wanted to be free from the damn chip. He didn’t want to get captured.

“W... what’s gonna h-happen after you heal me?” Was he going to be put in the daycare center? Was he going to just be tossed to some random Rick?? 

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surgecnrick:

@rabbitmcrty

       “D-Don’t be such a cry-baby, you’re gonna be f-f-fine. Do you even have a Rick? L-Lemme see your neck.” He wanted to check for a chip, coming a bit closer to the rabbit Morty. He’d worked with a few others before, so it was nothing new to him.

“N-no, don’t touch m-me--” He DID have a Rick, but he was gone forever now. The rabbit Morty stumbled, tripping over his own feet. He fell, landing on his back. “I-I-I had one, b-but he’s n-not here anymore!” He still had a chip, but god, he wanted it OFF. “W-wait... c-can’t you take my chip off?”

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(i remember that i had an au morty... but i never rped on that blog

i kinda wanna bring the blog back...)

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(anyone want a lyric starter?)

[roleplaymmemes]

Anonymously send me '+' and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them

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toxicriick:

He stood above the Morty, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, a force to be reckoned with- yet also dripping, and twitching, and inebriated. “Because, you piece of literal dog meat, I-I-I’m try’na figure out which unfortunate Rick has to watch out for an actual f-UGHHh-cking RABBIT.”

“It’s not like I was B-BORN like this. And m-my Rick is go--” He paused, not sure if telling the truth was the right thing to do in this sort of situation. His throat went dry and he focused his eyes behind the Rick. “H... he’s busy.” 

[ssueno-deactivated20180306]

someone: hey are you okay me with no hesitation: *starts crying*

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(If you’re an rp blog and you’d be willing to interact with an AU Mabel Pines, would you mind liking/reblogging this post? Thank you!!!)

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@enter-at-your-own-peril

“I-I KNOW I’m a freak, y-you don’t have to tell me.” He stuttered out, his voice beginning to crack. Honestly, he should have been used to the insults and mockery by now. 

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@toxicriick

UNEASINESS formed in the pit of his stomach as he studied the taller male carefully. His instincts were screaming at him to run, but his feet were planted firmly in the ground. Curiosity kept him here, it seemed. “W-why are you staring at me that way?”

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@neverbecontent

“W.. what?” Disbelief shown in his eyes as he gawked at the other. “What exactly do you m-mean by THAT??”