36-E the merc commissioned by @casfresart they also got a rick askblog! --> @ask-36-e
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36-E the merc commissioned by @casfresart they also got a rick askblog! --> @ask-36-e
Finally took a crack at an outfit for Morty 36-E!
Also I thought i should note - his left arm is robotic, which is why his left hand looks different from his right XD robot hands.
[A stray tuxedo cat wanders the street, curiously looking around. They chirp when they spot you and trot over.]
"Mrr, rorw?"
@mimic-rick
36 looked down a the cat as it meowed at him. He looked around for a moment, looking to see if they had an owner nearby, but there area was quiet at the moment. He wasn't much of an animal person, but the cat seemed friendly and he wasn't one to just ignore it.
He kneeled down to the cat, observing it. No collar. Was it dumped? Just a stray? It didn't look dirty like it'd been on the streets a while or anything. "H-hey little fella. Wh-what are you doing out here...?" He was tempted to try to reach out his hand and pet the cat; but he wasn't sure how it would react, making him hesitate.
Looking for trouble
@ask-36-e
Go burn the world down he said. Youāve been tempered.. this isnāt what I taught you.. The words echoed in his head as he walked, bass on his back and hands in fists.Ā āTempered..ā he mumbled to himself as he shoved open a cafe door and stormed in āIāll show you fucking tempered.ā He knew this place was counsel friendly, the table of guard-Ricks chatting up a barista the most obvious indication of that. Evil Rick wanted him to unleash his rage upon the world? So be it.Ā
Making sure the cameraās caught his face he walked straight across the room pulling two grenades out of his pocket. Yanking out the pins he swung his arm and tossed them straight at the table of guards where one landed with a splat in a cinnamon roll the other rolling into someoneās lap. Turning with flourish on his heel he shot open a portal and ducked through it, hearing the screams and feeling the heat of the explosion against his heels as he exited through the void.
Rocker repeated the event in sixteen other establishments, each time making sure the cameraās caught his face so there was no doubt which terror-Rick was responsible. Once he was fairly certain heād regained the councilās attentions, he boarded a transport heading for the next system, sat under his own wanted poster and started a conversation with an alarmingly oblivious passenger next to him. The woman was clearly too flustered by his good looks and overbearing flirtations to look him straight in the face. He dropped the name of a bar he was heading to, invited her to join him for drinks, the violent blush in her cheeks making it obvious she would do no such thing.Ā
As the transport pulled into the next station a incredibly pompous looking alien in a suit slithered into the car and spotted him immediately, pointing a large claw from his face to the poster and splutteringĀ āYouāre .. Youāre.. Youāre..āĀ
He rolled his eyes at the alienās inability to get his name outĀ āOh for fucks sake..ā he mumbled, pulling out his blaster as he jumped to his feetĀ āIām Rick Sanchez of dimension 555pā he announced loudly for the entire transport to hear āwanted terror-Rick by the high council of Ricks and youāre a bumbling moron.ā He shot the man dead in the chest reducing him to a pile of ash āwell.. you wereā he added as screams broke out in the car. Phones came out as people started calling for help he looked at the woman heād been flirting with and flashed her his perfect grinĀ āIāll be waiting to buy you that drink beautiful, remember: every Tuesday night.ā Then jumped through the doors before they slid shut and vanished into the night.Ā
A week later, on Tuesday night, he portaled into the alley behind the bar heād let āslipāĀ heād be at and paused to take a deep breath. Sucking the cool night air into his lungs, savoring the anticipation. Heād been responsible for nearly killing the head council member on more than one occasion, he knew there was no way theyād resist coming for him after the trail of breadcrumbs heād left, even when it was so obviously a trap. Well, presuming that woman hadnāt been too dense to remember the name heād given her. Running his fingers down the cool steel strapped at his side, then through his hair he walked in the backdoor. Finding himself a seat at the corner of the bar, he ordered a drink and waited wondering what poor sap they would send to collect him.Ā
A quick lil reaction image I drew for an RP :3
Okay guys. I finally got around to doing the lineart and flat coloring for that new character sheet for 36-E that I haven't provided for like. a year. XD I suck ass at shading so we'll see if I do it.
This is his new post-citadel outfit :3
Sketch of 36-E in a suit based on an ask on my RP blog!
I like it enough I might just finish it digitally at some point :3
*offers 36 a cherry liquid candy Ooze Tube*
"H-hey, I remember these things. I-i used to see them at convenience stores as, as a kid."