#poor rick

[ralnyy]

He'll always be Rick

Even if he doesn't want to be him

[theboredvoid]

In light of recent developments

If any of my moots want to ask for my discord in case their blog gets nuked (rip rick 😔) feel free to DM me

[incorrectcaryl]

Carol, covered in soot and blood: in my defence, i was left unsupervised

Rick: wasn't Daryl with you?!

Daryl, equally covered in dirt: i was also left unsupervised

[naminaole]

Some random OC Trollhunters angst

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The Trollhunters gang walks into the house, Jim sits on the couch with an aggravated sigh. “Look I’m sorry..” Rick puts his bag on the ground next to the stair case.

“SORRY, won’t make up for the mess you just made.” Jim snarled aggressively. Rick flinched. “Why would you do something like that!” He yelled.

Claire grabbed his arm “Jim.. calm down.. we can fix this.”

“NOT IF SOMEONE DIES!!!” He shakes her arm off and stands. He walks over to Rick, looming over him. He bends down to be at face level “you’re done.” He growls.

“W-what?” Rick makes eye contact with Jim.

Jim stands straight still looking down at him with a stern expression. “You heard me.. you’re done.” Jim puts his hand on the bridge of his nose sighing.

“L-listen I know I made a mistake bu-”

“MISTAKE!? THAT WAS A DISASTER!!!” Jim roared making Rick flinch again.

“I-I can fix it.. I can fix it.” Rick held back tears, a tight knot in his throat.

“No, you’re done.” Jim turns away from him, “You’re going home.”

Rick clenched his fists, “Fine…” he mutters.

Jim turned around in a bit of a shock expecting an argument like usual from his younger brother.

“I can go… but I can’t go home…”

“Why is that?” Claire asks, much more gentle than Jim.

“I don’t have one anymore.” He looks away wiping his tears away with his sleeve.

“Don’t you live with your grandma?” Claire gave a confused look.

“Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with living with your grandma.” Toby smiled comfortingly.

“You wonder why I’ve stuck around here for a while?” Rick looks at the floor his fists clenching tighter.

They all stayed quiet, listening.

“SHE’S DEAD!” He yells looking at them angrily. More tears falling from his eyes.

Claire gasped quietly. Jim’s face loosened as some guilt ran over him.

“And what about my parents? My actual parents? They don’t love me, they never loved me.” Rick’s voice shook. Claire wanted to say something to counter that, but he started again, “You all at least have someone, Jim has his mom, Toby’s got his grandma, and Claire’s got both her parents even if they aren’t around much they’re still there.” Rick looks down, “while I got Jim’s dead beat dad and a slut who sleeps with different men every night.” He gives an angry look at Jim. “I alway asked for them to spend time with me but they always said they were busy… guess what happened when I asked them to much… GUESS!!” He yells. Everyone flinches from the unexpected loud noise. “They sent me here…” he bites his bottom lip trying to keep from sobbing. “While Jim has his purpose as some troll hero…. I’m struggling just to be noticed by my own parents… how fucked up is that?” Rick picks up his bag, “I won’t bother you again, and don’t give me your pity.” He walks out the door closing it gently.

Claire looked at Jim “Why did you do that?” She was clearly upset. “He’s just a kid, you made plenty of mistakes, some very big mistakes.” Claire glared at him “You had no right to treat him like that.”

“Yeah man… I mean I get you’re angry but… that was just harsh…” Toby gave a disappointed look to Jim.

Jim looked at the door and sighed.

((So this is my character Rick as you see he’s Jim’s younger brother, wel half brother in the show I remember Toby saying Jim’s dad went off with some other woman soooooo my brain went “Oh! OC!” Rick is just a normal human, What!? A human Trollhunters OC!?!? Yeh. Don’t ask what happened before it was just an angsty idea I had and I needed something to start it lol I might make a drawing of what he looks like, I have it in gacha only cuz I’m lazy, but I figured might as well put more effort ✌️))

[deathtriangles]

rick knox to the bucks since he got hit after he’s been helping them win matches for a year

[grimesadvocate]

3x05 Say the Word [The Walking Dead]

[magic-glasses]

its just in, daryl adopts both of ricks kids while rick slowly loses his mind 😃

[laughablelament]

Wincestmas - Day 10

“Do you think it´s true?” Caleb whispered, careful to keep his voice low enough that it wouldn´t carry over to the surrounding tables.

“That what is true?” Rick accepted his new beer with a nod of thanks to Trish, their waitress, and raised a quizzical eyebrow at his hunting partner.

“The rumors, of course, you idiot. And keep your fucking voice down. If they hear you…” Caleb trailed off and took a wary look around. Thankfully, no one seemed to pay their whispering any mind, but in a bar full of hunters, one could never be too careful.

“I still don´t know what the fuck you´re talking about.” Rick grumbled, clearly not in the mood for games.

Caleb sighed. “Do you know who they are?” He asked, nodding in the direction of the pool tables, where two men were preparing their next match. The other patrons were giving them a wide berth, whispers and distrustful eyes following their every move.

Neither of the men seemed bothered by it. They continued playing as if they were alone, too focused on each other to pay any attention to the people around them.

“No idea,” Rick shrugged, “But I guess you´ll tell me in a second or two.”

Fucking smart ass. “You ever heard of Sam and Dean Winchester?”

That one had Rick nearly choke on his beer.

“No fucking way.” He coughed, wide-eyed. “The apocalypse guys? The closed-the-gates-to-hell Winchesters? Shit, I thought they finally kicked the bucket years ago. Are you sure it´s them?”

“Pretty fucking sure.” Caleb answered, watching as Dean lined up his first shot, each movement slow and deliberate, fully aware of his audience. Sam was standing right next to him, hip to hip, thigh to thigh.

“They like to drop by, whenever they´re in the area. Last time, Jimmy ran into them on a hunt. Said he´d never seen anything quite like it.”

“I bet.” Rick murmured, an ounce of hero-worship in his voice. “If even half of the stories are true…Shit, do you think we´ll run into them, too?”

“You better hope not.” A new voice chimed in, scaring both of them half to death before they noticed that it was only Trish. She squeezed herself into the booth right next to Caleb and stole a few fries off his plate.

“Those Winchester don´t go for ordinary shit. If you ever meet them on a hunt, you better turn tails and run into the opposite direction as fast as you can. The things these boys are dealing with…” She shuddered. “Run, is all I´m sayin’.

Rick hesitated. “People say they´ve been to hell. That they´re part demon now, and that´s why no one´s ever been able to kill them. Do you think that´s true?”

Trish shrugged. “Who knows,” she said and motioned for them to lean closer. “I heard, that Dean killed Death himself. And Old Jeff over there swears up and down that Sam shot God. Scattered his brain all over that freaking car of theirs.”

“Bullshit.” Rick shook his head, “You cannot kill God. Or Death, for that matter. How would you even do that?”

“The only people who can answer that question are right over there.” Caleb said darkly, gesturing with his beer. “Everyone else is long dead and buried.”

They sat in silence for a while, each of them following their own thoughts as they watched the Winchesters finish their games.

Out of nowhere, Trish began to chuckle.

“You wanna hear the most ridiculous rumor of them all?” She asked, eyes sparkling with mirth. She leaned in again, close enough, that Caleb could smell the alcohol on her breath.

“Remember Ruth McGregor? She said, she once met them years ago, when they were still traveling with their father. According to her, they´re brothers.”

Over at the pool table, Dean was whispering into Sam´s ear. They were pressed together from groin to chest, one of Dean´s hand curling into Sam´s shirt, his other one fondling Sam´s ass.

A heated look passed between them, and then they were off, hand in hand, the bathroom door banging shut behind them.

Rick scoffed, voicing, what they all were thinking in that moment. “Yeah, right. Fucking brothers.”