#c: rick

[choosexyourxpoison]

Your naughty pussy's so wet already, maybe I should spank it.(Jenna)

Jenna pouted at the remark. How could she not be wet when he had been edging her all day? She craved to cum, for him to breed her already. "Maybe you should, it'll make me cum though." The pout turned to a grin as she was taunting him, knowing she was probably playing with fire but she liked it when he got rough and at least it would mean finally finding that relief that her body needed so much right now.

[jaspxrhxart]

( @justfcrkicks​ for Rick )

“Yeah, well, you’re not gonna believe this. A few days ago I was pushing 80, and now I’m back down to half my age! I just woke up like this. Think maybe something’s in the cola, right?” Stan said, a few beers deep at this point, opening up to the guy next to him at the bar, “So drinks are on me.”

[evangeline-haynes]

[Evangeline was not a very excitable person, but when she received confirmation that she had passed the law enforcement entrance exam and gotten into police academy she couldn’t help but want to celebrate. There was only one person who she wanted to celebrate with and that person was Rick. Unable to stand still much longer with her letter in hand she began to walk outside, she called up Rick on the phone and waited for him to pick up]

@rickhanon

[hollowed-dreams-rp]

@infiltratcrs​ closed starter Barty had been doing the usual hustle, selling what he could for a higher price than it was worth. Technology, drugs, anything he could get his hands on. It was a simple day, a few things going under the table, a couple buyers meeting up with him here and there. Overall, the pay would be substantial.  He’d just finished up with a client, giving them a small nod as they wandered off with their new, totally reliable, tracking device. Idiot. It wasn’t until he felt someone touch him that he snapped out of business mode. “The fuck, man!” Barty pulled away from the other, straightening his jacket as he looked at the older man. “Watch it.”

[d--sanders]

“I’m fine here, go, go be regular youths with lives,” Daniel said as he ushered Astrid and Charlie out of the door as he turned over the closed sign to the shop. He hummed to himself as he started to clean up and get things ready for when Rick would arrive. He had been pleasantly surprised that Elsa’s best friend had reached out to him again and that he genuinely seemed to want to get to know him. His ex wife’s friends had liked him but always seemed to be silently having other wishes for her. The more he thought back on it, the more he wondered how blind he had been to the whole affair the entire time. But Rick was friendly enough and he was easy to have a conversation with. He knew Elsa appreciated them getting along and Dan wasn’t against making some more friends around town. Especially if those friends wanted to make some ice cream. Though not always his favorite, being home had changed his attitude on the family business and he was starting to become settled. He checked his watch, running into the back for a moment and by the time he came out he spotted Rick by the doors. He motioned for him to come inside. “I put the sign up but the doors are unlocked, obviously.” He laughed, giving Rick a friendly smile as he walked towards the counter and he held out his hand for him to shake. “Good to see you again, man. How was your weekend? Ready to either make something potentially genius?”

@rick-dahlstrom

[finn-omalley-blog]

Since his argument with Rick, Finn had basically been avoiding Permanent Record and most of the spots he knew he’d run into him. In all honesty he wasn’t sure what to do about it. The conversation had left him with a weird feeling in his stomach but at the time he had been too drunk to process much. He was hurt, that much was evident. He hadn’t expected Rick to go off the way he did and it had thrown him to say the least. It wasn’t until the next day that he started to remember Rick’s words that were more like a confession than anything else. He got the sense that Rick didn’t blurt that out to a lot of people, that the night had just the right mix of bullshit to bring it out of him. He still hadn’t understood why his drunk mind had texted Rick of all people. He knew better then to invite him around to a scene like that but he supposed that mistakes happened. 

Still, he usually was able to brush things off, to not really care if he upset anyone who wasn’t his family. But Rick had become the one honest to god friend he had in all of Seagrove and he didn’t really like the idea of not having him around. He also knew that he wasn’t exactly pleasant when he was drunk and Rick had tried his best to reason with him, he just hadn’t been listening. So he decided to do something he almost never did, put aside his pride and apologize. 

After spending his morning off cooking, he packed a few tupperware full of food and left the house to head to permanent record, figuring he’d have to be at work if it was a weekday. It felt like neutral ground and he thought it’d be weird if he just showed up to his place. Finn stayed in his car for a few minutes as he pulled up, trying to figure out what he was going to say. It was an unusual situation for him and if his dad was here he would probably laugh and call him soft. But his mother would say he was doing the right thing. And that mattered more to him than anything. 

“Fucking Florida, making me soft,” he mumbled to himself, grabbing the bag of food as he walked towards the store. He took a deep breath as he pushed it open and held up the bag as soon as Rick looked up. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to put my hands on anyone.” He walked over to him as he set down the bag n the empty chair in front of him and took a step back, sliding his hands into his pockets. “It’s Swedish meatballs and egg noodles. I found the recipe online, I don’t know if you actually like it or eat it but I figured it’s something. I mean it’s good food, I know cause I made it. But I don’t know, thought the Swedish meatballs would like help you not miss home or whatever.” He cleared her throat and ran a hand over his beard. “I just uh, you know, I want to uh,” he looked around for a moment before glancing at Rick. Why was this so hard for him? “I wanted to apologize about the other night,” he finally managed to get out. “It was fucked up. I’m not happy about it and I just...I’m sorry.”

@rick-dahlstrom

[nylxs-blog]

@biteworse

       Perhaps, at this point in time it was absurd to keep feeling so on edge whenever Rick was around, but she still did. His children were an absolute delight; as a woman having wanted kids and having lost her first and only one, she found joy in seeing such young lives having the chance to keep growing... Rick Grimes, however, was an entirely different issue altogether. Just the same, and seeing the way things were going as of late, she knew she had to do this, no matter how hard it proved to be. 

       And early on, there she was, standing by the house he occupied, waiting, fidgeting with the sleeves of her shirt, and, why not? Practicing what she was about to say, pacing back and forth. “Listen I–No. Hey, I was–No. Ugh, Nyla, please!”

[rangerkierart]

A sampling of Rick and Morty color palettes I’ve done recently.

Top palette from here, bottom two from color-palettes