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[minimallyvenomous]

It's almost Thanksgiving but Halloween was really fun this year (2022)

[wheresmyrick-blog]

merry rickmas everyone!

[lostelfwriting]

The Prodigal [longfic] [completed]

This bad boy got completed today! You can read it HERE. Be sure to check out the tags below, read the summary, heed the warnings, etcetera. If you still aren’t sure, I’ll attach some excerpts, too, so you can get a feel of the infinite angst in this fic! 😊

Excerpt I:

Just like with the previous two meals, Morty got a heap that shouldn’t fit into him, but he would make it fit. If not because it was free food, then for his mom. He still loved her in that childish way, even though he was well aware of all her faults and struggled to see when she had ever been a good mom to him. He resented her, but loved her nonetheless.

After all, if all he could do for his family was to eat some damn pancakes, it was his duty to lick the plate clean. He owed them a lot, and this was his way of repaying them… No wonder they hated him, oh God. This was so low, he didn’t even see the bottom of the bedrock anymore. He was falling through the void, and there was no other bottom awaiting him, because there was no bottom low enough for him. He would always continue to fall.

Morty knew that the universe wasn’t nearly done with him yet. Still, he didn’t expect it to land the next crippling blow in the middle of the last peaceful breakfast he would ever have.

It started as a strange feeling, the hair standing on the back of his neck. He frowned to himself and realized that he wasn’t the only one to notice something.

A series of whirring and clicking that followed should have been a hint for him to run, but he didn’t realize what danger he was in until he heard the sound of an artificial voice speaking through the no-longer closed door to the garage.

“Welcome back, Rick.”

To his surprise, it was Summer who shook off the shock first. She grabbed his wrist, leaning across the table to speak directly to him. “Morty. Run.”

Excerpt II:

When the hatch closed behind them, dim lights flickered to life alongside the staircase. Only then could Morty see how far below they were going. So deep under the ground, nobody would hear him scream. If there even was anybody on this planet…

But even if there was a friendly, caring lifeform, Morty knew that no one and nothing could ever save him from Rick. If his grandfather wanted to hurt him, then Morty would be hurt.

‘…and the world will know when I try to hurt you.’

He remembered Rick’s words from so long ago. It was during the whole vat of acid debacle. And true to his words, Rick had managed to hurt Morty in ways not even God could, probably. Because there was no greater force than Rick.

[lostelfsinning]

In Restless Sleep, I Weep

This fic is doing much better than I expected, proving that this fandom has awesome taste. 😌 

Heed the warnings, and enjoy a lil preview [SFW] if you want!

Morty licked his plate clean. The meal was amazing. His dad had been a great cook for a long time, but he was somehow still getting better every day. And he went all out this Christmas Eve, creating a sea of tastes that Morty previously couldn’t even imagine.

Looking up from his plate, Morty noted that he was the first one to finish his meal. He slowly reached for his glass – he got apple juice, even though his mom offered him wine or whatever Summer was drinking – and drank it. He tried to pace himself, but out of habit, he ended up draining it all within seconds no matter what he did.

“Do you want more juice, Morty? Or wine?” Beth asked, tipping her bottle toward him. Her face was relaxed, even though he could see worry in her eyes. He ignored it.

“No, thanks,” he said, covering his glass with a hand. “I think I’ll just, I’ll just go now,” he declared, standing up. “It’s about time I go back. Uhm, thank you for the meal, Dad, it was delicious!”

“Thanks, Son!” Jerry smiled uneasily, giving his wife a look. He knew his reasoning stood no chance here, but he still hoped that hers would.

“Morty, it’s Christmas,” Beth argued lightly. “Don’t you want to stay with your family for a bit? You should sit down and relax; you haven’t stopped for a full hour in three months, and for what?”

Even though her little speech chipped away at his resolve, Morty was steeled in his decision by the last sentence. His face hardened, his posture tensing. “For. Rick.”

Just those two words. They ended the argument, and he could finally leave the room. It was suffocating for him to be there. He needed to return to the underground.

Continue reading...

[lostelfsinning]

Fluffy Rickmo thought

I love AUs where Rick has a house, and only he and Morty live there. My masochistic ass likes to imagine Rick would get a big house, because that's what he knows. A house needs a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, master bedroom, two bedrooms for kids... Ouch.

It's only when he's standing in the middle of the too big house, alone, that he realizes that he has nobody. He lost his family and wasn't able to keep a relationship since, and now he has this house to fill with pointless inventions in order to pretend that he's not so freaking lonely.

But it weights on him. Until finally, he comes across Morty. He's hesitant to let someone into his miserable life, but he's also selfish. He will drag Morty to the bottom with him if he has to, just to feel some warmth on the way.

[lostelfsinning]

random angsty RaM OC idea

Rick and Morty from a dimension where everyone looks like either Rick or Morty to varying degrees. Thanks to that, they are very good at telling even two identical "standard" Ricks/Mortys apart. Evolution, adaptation, you know.

When they visit the Citadel for the first time, it is certainly an experience, but visually it's not that mind-blowing. They don't stick around because the Citadel is not for them, but they visit occassionally, make trades, delliveries, etc. People (Ricks) know about them.

The ability to tell identical Ricks apart is very handy, so when RaM refuse to stay and be helpful, someone gets Rick "out of the way" and kidnaps Morty, forcing him to work for the council. He thinks his Rick is dead.

At some point, C-137 learns about this special Morty and tries to get him to help him find Rick Prime in exchange for freedom, but the Morty is so broken and gaslit, forced into pretending he's there willingly, he doesn't even want to get out, just says he doesn't want to leave the Citadel.

But Morty C-137 is compassionate and smart. He tells Rick that he thinks this Morty is not there willingly, and maybe if they free him, he might be willing to help. At first, Rick thinks it's too mcuh work and doesn't want to, but Morty threatens to go and do it alone.

So, they get this poor Morty out and he promises to be on the look out for Prime, but he just wants to return "home". Surprise surprise, his real Rick is there!

He stood no chance against the whole Citadel, but he kept trying to get Morty out. It was him who told C-137 about this Morty's ability, keeping the fact that he had the same ability to himself. So, happy reunion happens, but they have so much healing to do now!